Chapter 627 Sacrifice and Repair

Woo ~

The quiet realm is dark and almost light-free, and sometimes there are whimpers like humans and beasts blown by the wind.

The wind storms the wind storms wherever they pass. Occasionally, strange beasts are frightened by the breath and scattered in panic. The Molong holds a large sun mirror to shine on the way.

Soon, Wan Zhuliu paused.

Buzz ~

The ink dragon raised his head, and the incense in the large sun mirror burned violently, illuminating the way forward like a pillar of light.

But I saw many strange beasts corpses on the scorched earth. A cold breath filled with clouds and mist, which briefly isolated the erosion of strange beasts in the secluded realm.

Wan Zhuliu looked indifferent and stopped.

In the middle of the strange beast corpse, there was an altar made of unknown material. Yunyeshan sat cross-legged on it, closed his eyes and entered into a state of meditation. While breathing, strands of dark black blood qi floated up from the strange beast corpse and penetrated between his mouth and nose.

"This old ghost..."

Wan Zhuliu's eyes were dark, and on the altar, he felt deep oppression, as if there was a force that threatened his life and death.

"The world's great affairs are only sacrifices and cultivation, and self-cultivation is behind, and gods are sacrificed to heaven and earth are ahead..."

A low voice sounded, and Yunyeshan on the altar slowly opened his eyes. His figure was no longer the sterling silver color he had before, and it was stained with a layer of dark red blood light and added a bit of evil.

“Sacrifice and practice.”

Wan Zhuliu lowered his eyelids.

Similar words are not only said by this old ghost, but also in the files he obtained from the Dragon Demon Taoist in the past, but he did not agree with the statement that the sacrifice was before the practice.

Listening to Yunyeshan’s chant, he just asked indifferently:

"Is there enough blood food you need for this ceremony?"

"call!"

Yun Yeshan took a deep breath, and with the surging wind, the thousands of strange beast corpses around the altar turned into powder, and the surging dark red blood was swallowed into his stomach:

“It’s still a little bit short.”

“How many are some?”

Wan Zhuliu frowned.

"Well, it's almost the bone, blood and spirit of a divine palace."

Yunyeshan answered.

Wan Zhuliu sneered:

"Pang Wenlong summoned several great Dao Sects, with the intention of the imperial capital. You must have enough to capture him."

"Didn't you chase and kill those ghosts anymore? It seems that he has collected all the supplies for the sacrifice."

Yunyeshan was not surprised. In his hidden form, Pang Wenlong wanted to force him out, but there was no other way except for sacrifice.

And this was also within His expectations.

"I hope you can really kill Pang Wenlong this time."

Wan Zhuliu was not interested in His and the Thousand-Eyed Old Ghost’s plan, and his expression was dark: “At least, don’t interfere with my capture and killing Li Yuan!”

“That’s natural.”

Yun Yeshan stood up, took out the incense and placed it on the altar, and then turned around:

"Let's go."

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"Cry!"

The feathered eagle spreads its wings and flies from a city.

"It's rare to incense."

On the eagle's back, Li Yuan was playing with a bite of the incense cauldron. There was not much incense inside, and there was no one above the seventh level:

"It can only be used as a consumable for listening."

The journey from Longhu Temple to the imperial capital is long and not a day or two. Li Yuan is not in a hurry to rush, and every time he passes a city, he will go to collect some incense.

However, because the imperial court had harvested a wave a few years ago, and the temples were banned in recent years, the harvest was not big, and dozens of cities along the way did not even have a ray of seventh-level incense.

There are many below the sixth level, which is more than enough to support his high-intensity listening throughout the day.

"The incense level is not enough, so you don't even need to know the ball..."

Li Yuan took off the iron ball from his waist and felt regretful.

‘My general ball!’

Chi Lian stared at the iron ball in Li Yuan's hand, and almost bit his silver teeth. If his eyes could kill people, Li Yuan would have died thousands of times along the way.

"Li Yuan..."

Chi Lian spoke.

"Quiet."

Li Yuan pointed at the acupoints with a snap of his fingers, closed his eyes and focused his mind, and he had no intention of paying attention to her at all.

Master Li is very busy.

"call!"

"suck!"

Concentrating and calming down, visualizing Kun jumping into the shape of a penis, Li Yuan was dedicated to it, leaving only a little thought outside to stare at Chi Lian and Qi Benchu.

On the gray stone platform, random listening sounds, and designated listening sounds of the deceased sounds together.

"Spend money like flowing water."

Even though the low-level incense is not very useful to him now, Li Yuan can't help but feel a little painful, mainly because most of the listening sounds are of no use to him.

With his current level of cultivation, most of the information about this world is meaningless, and the sky and earth are beyond the reach of...

"Tell me one by one, maybe it will be useful at any time."

Li Yuan was sorting out various listening sounds in his heart. He had the ability to remember them all, but he could only record relatively useful listening sounds.

[... A bell rang in the secluded realm. Wang Jin found Wan Zhuliu who was in seclusion in the secluded realm. The latter went to find Qianyan, and he went to the altar where the strange beasts corpse were corpses... (Level 11)]

[... Before the sky was dawn, Wu Yingxing opened his eyes and looked at the repeated smoke rising in the city, feeling lost... At one moment, he heard the sound of Jin Lin bell and stood up and left... (Tenth level)]

[…Shen Qisheng looked into the Changhong Sword Sect from afar, and was speechless for a long time. When the Jinlin bell rang, he sighed and turned around and left... (Tenth level)]

[...... In the barren mountain, Yan Tianxiong sat quietly by the bonfire, turning the bear paws on the bonfire, listening to a white-faced man reporting various information, and was unmoved when he heard that all kinds of evil gods were killed. Until the sound of the Jinlin bell rang, he shook his sleeves and stood up... (Tenth level)]

[...The sea of ​​clouds surging, on the back of the eagle, the bald monk and the Tiancan Taoist sat opposite each other, one holding black and the other holding white, without the urgency of a big battle, immersed in the chess game, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling... (Tenth level)]

[... Holding a black umbrella, Huang Longzi left Hengshan City. He sometimes stopped somewhere to fiddle with the general ball on his waist, sometimes quickly looking for something, and his fingers pinched, as if he was using the Taoist technique "Immortal Guides"... (Level 11)]

...

Wan Zhui, Wang Jin, Yan Tianxiong, Huang Longzi...

In the listening, one by one, familiar or unfamiliar name was beating, Li Yuan wrote down one by one, perhaps because of the close proximity to the imperial capital, or perhaps just because of the massive listening.

Li Yuan collected a lot of information about the whereabouts of the imperial court, several great Dao Sects, the masters and the great masters, and many of them also sent messages to Pang Wenlong.

"Not counting the Emperor Gan, there are four great masters in the court now and more than 60 masters. If there is no Evil God Sect, the number of people on the Dao Sect is great, but if the group of old ghosts in the Evil God Sect is included, there will be no advantage."

"Above the Grand Master, Old Man Pang can suppress Qianyan and the old demon ghost alone, and the only thing left is Wan Zhuliu..."

Li Yuan sorted out the intelligence and analyzed the situation.

In his opinion, the court had a greater disadvantage in this battle. As long as Pang Wenlong could suppress the two old ghosts and he could really catch Wanzhuliu, the victory would be decided.

[... During the incense blood washing ceremony, Wan Zhuliu placed the stripped human bloodline on the body of Mo Long, leaving only the pure cloud demon body, and therefore he will die soon... (Level 11)]

"Wan Zhuliu will probably come to kill me..."

Although no such information was mentioned in the listening voice, Li Yuan had a strong premonition in his heart.

After the blood washing, Wanzhuan has transformed his talents and the divine palace has been formed, but his life span is not much. Even if it is possible, he can escape the constraints of the Bafang Temple, but he is destined to be unable to reach Tianshiyuan.

The only chance of life is to take away the identity of the temple owner and seek it from the Bafang Temple.

"But why did he keep the human bloodline? It can't be kept for the memory, right? Or do you have any other intentions?"

Li Yuan's thinking diverges.

He asked himself that he still had some understanding of Wan Zhuliu. This King Wu of Dayun Zhen was definitely not a foolish loyalty in the ordinary sense. He had already built a divine palace and knew the existence of Tianshiyuan, so he was willing to die?

Or is he having a clone Taoist technique?

"It is unlikely. The Taoist technique that can even divide the life span is rare in Tianshiyuan, and the five Dao Sects may not be available, and the Yunmo Clan cannot..."
To be continued...