Chapter 289

The bright red fire is burning fiercely in the fields, and the straw piled all over the ground makes a crackling sound in the fire. Under the pitch-black night, the blood-colored flames are burning. The deserted village is terrifyingly quiet, and the dark blood is flowing quietly on the ground.

In the center stands a pitch-black stone platform, engraved with dark red incantations. Quite a few men and women are kneeling on it, all wearing Daoist robes, their throats pierced by sharp magic treasures, falling on that sacrificial platform.

The evil wind blows, making a wailing sound. Nine piles of corpses are neatly arranged all around, some large and some small, most in fragments. The black-clothed cultivator in the center sits cross-legged, closing his eyes and concentrating.

This person suddenly opens his eyes, magic light flowing in them, his skin slightly brown, his hair disheveled. He is actually a Shanyue person. He stands up, humming a song, picks up the ink-colored gourd in his hand, looks at the moonlight, and says softly:

"The moon is in the middle, the Yin Qi is the fullest, not bad."

Thus, he lifts the ink-colored gourd in his hand lightly. The numerous runes engraved on it all light up with blood-colored light. He shakes it lightly, his magic power operating in his hand, and shouts:

"Collect!"

A burst of black Qi and a stream of blood Qi suddenly rise from the corpses all around, emitting sharp, shrill roars, intertwining in the air, like silk and threads, flying toward the sacrificial platform like returning swallows, drilling into the small mouth of the gourd.

"Not bad, not bad."

The black-clothed cultivator waits for half an hour before the resentment and blood Qi gradually fade. The corpses all around wither and dry up, emitting a crisp crackling sound. The blood light on the gourd becomes more and more prosperous. Only then does he silently stop and say with satisfaction:

"More than three thousand people, six Embryonic Breath and Qi Refining cultivators. This batch of goods can also satisfy the Sect Master!"

The black-clothed cultivator smiles with satisfaction, looks at the ground, thinks for a while, pinches a magic art, and the blood on the ground suddenly becomes active, quickly condensing into a few large characters:

"The murderer is Jiang Yan."

He carefully looks at his masterpiece, squeezes a laugh from his throat, his black robe fluttering without wind, and clicks his tongue:

"The Sect Master's method is truly seamless!"

The cultivator is just clicking his tongue in wonder when a ghostly voice comes from beside him:

"It really is a good method!"

"Who!"

He suddenly raises his head, only to see a young man's face appearing on the side, smiling but not smiling, staring straight at him, his lips bright red, and laughing:

"Chi Zhiyun really has a good plan. The resentment and blood Qi are collected by your Qingchi Sect, and this infamy is carried by me, Jiang Yan?"

"Jiang Yan!"

That person's soul is scared out of his wits, and he loses his voice:

"You... aren't you in Linghai County!"

He reacts immediately, magic light flowing in his eyes, blood Qi rising on his body, riding the wind and rising, turning around and wanting to run away.

"I said how come there are so many demon cultivators around, so it turns out your Qingchi Demon Sect is stealing from itself!"

Jiang Yan sneers, reaches out and pulls. That person just stepped into the air, but falls down with a thud. But he is a Foundation Establishment cultivator after all, stepping heavily on the ground, reaching out to touch the long whip at his waist.

Jiang Yan pinches the seal with his left hand and points with his right. That person's robe twists and deforms. The long whip at his waist stiffens, and the strips of runes on the whip change into scales, standing up ferociously. The whole long whip comes alive, turning into a black and ugly long snake, spitting out its tongue and biting toward his hand.

"What kind of magic art is this!"

This person is shocked, pinches the magic seal in his hand, and slaps the long snake away with one palm. Before he can react, the nine piles of corpses all around are restless, each connected, combining into a corpse-bone hand, grabbing toward him covering the sky and the sun.

"A Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet using a Qi Refining magic treasure!"

Jiang Yan mocks coldly. The black-clothed cultivator condenses blood-red magic arts, bombarding a big hole in that hand, and jumps up from the falling corpse bones like rain, smashing toward Jiang Yan's face.

The young man raises his head, spits out a deep black fog, catches the black-clothed cultivator's magic art, and still has time to smile and say:

"Master, what immortal foundation is this person."

The black snake walks out of the black fog, spits out its tongue, and emits a weathered voice:

"Drinking people's blood... Originally, he should have been from the Wushan of Duanmu Kui, who defected to the Qingchi Sect."

Seeing Jiang Yan call the magic treasure-transformed black snake Master, the black-clothed cultivator feels a chill in his heart, muttering:

"Jiang... Jiang Boqing... How is it possible! You were not caught by the people of the Underworld... How is it possible!"

The black snake laughs, and the flesh and corpse bones all around swirl like a whirlwind, suddenly rising, splitting into small hands, grabbing toward the black-clothed cultivator's face. The black snake roars and laughs:

"I don't cultivate Zifu Golden Core, there is no name of mine on the list, what are you using to catch me!"

The black-clothed cultivator can no longer speak. Following Jiang Yan's incantation below, the attack of flesh and corpse bones becomes more and more urgent. He is forced to be disgraced, still secretly rejoicing:

"Fortunately, I collected the blood Qi and resentment first, otherwise this technique would probably be much stronger!"

Looking up again, the black snake has disappeared. The black-clothed cultivator feels a beat missed in his heart, his spiritual sense wandering all around, and says respectfully:

"Lord Jiang, your lineage is similar to mine, both originating from the Immortal Talisman and Incantation method... This lowly one has admired you for a long time..."

The black-clothed cultivator is still saying words of begging for mercy, but a ghostly voice comes into his ears:

"Where is the 《Answer to the Beggar under the Mulberry Tree》!"

"This lowly one... This lowly one doesn't know!"

Hearing the name of this secret method, the black-clothed cultivator's terror seems to be overflowing, trembling and saying:

"Not only the Zifu of the Three Sects and Seven Gates... even Lushui..."

"Shut up!"

The black snake's scales explode, its two snake eyes wide open, and it curses:

"You still dare to say it out, are you crazy? This is not Duanmu Kui's Wushan... You dare to read that person's name in the territory of the Qingchi Demon Sect?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The black-clothed cultivator responds stutteringly and continues to reply:

"Even... even the True Lord personally arrived at that Wushan, there is truly no such thing! If this lowly one has a single false word, may I be struck by five thunders and never be reborn!"

"Hahahahahaha... You are quite smart."

The black snake's voice carries the roar of a snake, sinisterly saying:

"In this world today, what is the use of swearing! Since the True Lord has arrived, can't you calculate it with fate, or search the soul and seize the soul?"

The black-clothed cultivator's immortal foundation operates, desperately resisting the attack of the corpse bones, his eyes wide red, bloodshot roots clearly visible, stuttering:

"Senior, don't deceive me anymore... Duanmu Kui met an Immortal, and the fate on his body is a mess. Even if there is a place to start, who dares to calculate! Immortal grace is like the sea, Immortal power is like a prison, even the True Lord dares not test it!"

"As for searching the soul and seizing the soul... Duanmu Kui failed to break through and has already turned into a Huaiyin ghost. Where can you go to search the soul!"

The black snake falls silent, its voice full of unwillingness, roaring:

"You have cultivated on Wushan for many years, have you ever seen this secret method?"

"Never..."

The black snake stops talking. The black-clothed cultivator secretly thinks it's bad, knowing that Jiang Boqing has murderous intent, but is entangled by Jiang Yan's corpse-bone magic art and cannot escape, so he grinds his teeth and shouts:

"Pray to the Xuanming True Talisman, here is an evil ghost and monster, blood and flesh disturbing the Dharma, blocking my Dao path... Respectfully invite the Xuanming True Dharma..."

Before the witchcraft incantation is finished, the black snake laughs loudly, biting toward his neck like lightning, its voice still echoing in the air:

"Where are you going to invite it!"

(End of chapter)