Chapter 275: The Sacrifice Begins

Currently, the elite of the Zhiren army were basically in the cavalry unit: three Zhiren Generals comparable to Disaster Ghosts, hundreds of Zhiren Generals with strength rivaling Fierce Ghosts, thousands of Zhiren Commandants, and a large number of Iron Tower Zhiren fused with the power of evil ghosts or Zhiren scouts.

As soon as this cavalry unit came out, a fierce and murderous aura rushed toward them, making the Zouyins and corpse-handling craftsmen who rushed over to worship feel some fear involuntarily.

The entire cavalry unit was connected together through the statue array, acting as a whole, possessing rapid reaction capabilities and powerful combat abilities.

Compared with this cavalry unit, the Zhiren army originally responsible for guarding the camp fell into a disadvantage. Besides the gap in strength, there was also a lack of that special momentum honed through constant slaughter.

Looking at the strong and brave soldiers in front of him, Lin Feng felt quite satisfied. With the help of such a powerful army, his strength would at least double on the original basis.

Subsequently, Lin Feng began to let them check their respective talisman plates, maintain the ghost weapons in their hands, and equip various crossbows and talisman arrows.

The three Zhiren Generals in this cavalry unit were transformed from the corpses of two Corpse Kings and the barbarian Wugemo.

All three Zhiren Generals belonged to the type good at fighting alone, and they also acted as vanguards in military formation battles. With the blessing of the statue array, their combat power could be described as terrifying.

Besides these three Zhiren Generals comparable to Disaster Ghosts, Lin Feng now had several other Disaster Ghosts in his hands, including those he cultivated himself and those suppressed from the Yinjian.

It was just that the Jue Ming Mu Gui was still a little short of being promoted to a Jie Gui, and there were a few Disaster Ghosts that could not be directly transformed into ready-made combat power.

As for the hundreds of Zhiren Generals and thousands of Zhiren Commandants, they were the credit of the Zhiren army hunting everywhere during this period.

Without affecting the growth of the various Guiyi in Lin Feng's hands, the excess Fierce Ghosts and Li Ghosts were all made into Zhiren by Lin Feng.

Now these had all become usable combat power in his hands, capable of erupting with terrifying power at any time and any place.

In addition, the Gui Tie Ren Xiang also directly took out a large number of ghost weapons and handed them to them. These ghost weapons were the latest products from the forging workshop during this period, all of which were high-grade ghost weapons.

Just as Lin Feng was reviewing the army and making final preparations, the sacrificial activities at the Incense Offering Towers in the eight eastern provinces also officially began.

At this time, the Incense Temple disciples distributed a special incense stick to each of the commoners who came to worship the Five Blessings God.

This incense stick looked brownish-red, and one could smell a faint sandalwood scent and a strange stench of decay, but the commoners, who had long since lost their minds, did not care about these details at all.

On the contrary, when they learned that these incense sticks could communicate with the Five Blessings God and obtain his blessings, they wished they could hide the incense sticks in their hands like family heirlooms.

"Ascension Grand Sacrifice, Incense Fire Longevity!"

"Dong~ dong~ dong~"

Soon, as time arrived, the temple keepers of each Incense Offering Tower spoke one after another, and then the bronze bells were struck. The thousands of Incense Offering Towers in the eight provinces seemed to be connected into one piece on the earth at this moment.

Hearing the announcement from the temple keepers, the incense-offering believers around the Incense Offering Towers immediately lit the incense sticks in their hands.

Immediately, a mist that made people feel dizzy and conscious-confused upon smelling it was emitted from the incense sticks in their hands.

These mists seemed to possess some special power, instantly taking away the thoughts and consciousness of countless believers, and then constantly gathering and rising toward the sky.

Looking from a distance, every Incense Offering Tower at this time looked like an incense tip emitting thick smoke. What was strange was that these thick smokes still extended straight toward the sky even in the wind and snow.

The smoke, which originally should have been the most fragile and intangible, was now like an illusion; neither the strong wind nor the snowflakes in the sky could cause any influence.

Thousands of such smoke columns in the eight provinces rose up like this, connecting the sky and the ground, like a thousand heavenly pillars, and also like gray curtains hanging down from the sky.

"It has started!"

"These scum of the Incense Temple really won't do human things!"

"Hehe, this time I must kill all these scum!"

"Screw them!"

"..."

Such a massive scene could be seen by anyone. The disciples or personnel of various sects and factions who had been hiding also began to act one after another as if they had received a signal.

They had long been lurking near the Incense Offering Towers in the eight provinces according to the sect's arrangements. At this moment, it was the critical moment of the entire sacrificial ritual, and their action at this time was undoubtedly the most critical moment.

After the thousands of smoke columns rose to the sky, they began to gradually connect and fuse with each other. Subsequently, in the dark, some indescribable changes began to occur over the eight provinces.

The smoke changed unpredictably, and the weather in the eight provinces also began to undergo huge changes.

Originally it should have been a windy and snowy day or a cloudy day, but now the wind and snow stopped abruptly, the dark clouds dissipated, and the dark clouds and snow originally existing in the sky were completely replaced by these thick smokes.

These thick smokes gradually gathered and condensed into a layer of extremely thick dark clouds. If one looked up at the sky at this time, one would inexplicably feel a kind of indescribable suffocation.

It was like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, or like the end of the world, full of despair, heaviness, stuffiness, and fear.

However, not many people saw such a scene, because the vast majority of people in these eight provinces had already lost their minds in front of the Incense Offering Towers.

As these lead-gray mists constantly churned and changed in the sky, finally, some strange things began to gradually take shape in the sky.

A large number of fuzzy limb organs similar to eyes, fingers, hair, and clothing fragments began to appear over the various provinces.

These limb organs first condensed into illusory forms, and as massive amounts of thick smoke constantly gathered, they gradually became real. What was even more strange was that these limb organs could actually move in the air like living things.

Thousands of gray-black eyeballs were densely distributed in the sky, turning from time to time, as if peeping at the common people on the ground; those messy hairs intertwined and fused, eventually completely covering the entire sky, finally turning into a giant net covering the sky; those fingers pointed to the ground one by one, as if meteorites would fall at any time...

Seeing these things, the sect leaders or elders of various provinces had ugly expressions, because until now, the Incense Master, as the master of this ascension ritual, had not yet appeared.

If this continued, no one knew what terrifying destruction these thousands of eyes, countless fingers, and large amounts of hair condensed from smoke in the sky would cause.

"Are the ancestors of all parties going to take action?"

"There is no news yet. Currently, the Incense Master has not appeared, so the ancestors are probably just waiting for the opportunity!"

"Sigh, a catastrophe! Even if we succeed this time, for the common people in the eight provinces, it is still an irreparable catastrophe!"

"..."

The leader of the Qingyun Sword Sect had a sorrowful expression, looking at the twisted smoke in the sky, as if seeing countless wronged souls roaring. ===== CHAPTER 276 =====