"Whoosh~"
A ray of blood was like a shooting star, flashed across the sky, and finally stopped above a village.
This is the village where Zhang Chen used to shelter from the rain, but now it has become dilapidated and desolate, with corpses being picked up everywhere by wild animals.
After killing the female ghost at night, the old Taoist came back the next evening.
In other words, the place where the old Taoist is located is within the range of Feidun for a day.
"I don't know if the old Taoist is still around after three years."
After contemplating for a moment above the village, Zhang Chen's divine sense spread, and he chose a direction at random to fly.
This is a gloomy Taoist temple, with white paper lanterns hanging, swaying as the wind blows, as if beckoning to people.
Not far away is the Mass Burial Mound. Even though it is blue sky and daylight now, there are gusts of wind, making people feel cold all over.
What's even more weird is that the statue enshrined in the main hall of the Taoist temple is a green-faced, fang-toothed, hideous and terrifying evil ghost.
The ghost is like a naked upper body, wearing a skull necklace, holding a steel fork, and standing on one foot.
And under the statue, there are more than a dozen sealed jars, and there are still dried blood on the jars.
Below that, there are two ever-burning lamps, and the burning oil in them exudes an indescribable stench.
This is corpse oil!
At the end is a long table, placed on the tribute.
And these are tributes, all **** internal organs.
An old Taoist walked into the hall, took out a dagger, cut open his wrist expressionlessly, and poured blood on those jars.
The jar was like a young bird waiting to be fed. The body of the jar shook violently and made a rattling sound.
"Quiet!"
The old man was a little annoyed by the noise, and he scolded in a deep voice.
Those jars suddenly became quiet. If it weren't for the fact that the seals seemed to be alive, sucking blood continuously, they would look no different from ordinary jars.
After pouring all the jars with blood, the old man's face turned even paler, obviously exhausting a lot.
"If it wasn't for the disciple of the Blood God Sect three years ago, who caused me to lose the spirit ghost and many ghosts, I wouldn't have to work hard to re-cultivate them."
Thinking of three years ago, the spirit ghost that he planned to cultivate for decades was killed, and the old man gritted his teeth with hatred.
At the beginning, he wanted to recruit the soul of that Blood God Sect disciple and torture him ruthlessly in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.
But after trying a few times, I don't know why the soul couldn't be recruited, but after using the blood burning technique, he would definitely die, so I can only guess that the soul flew away and scattered.
The more the old Taoist thought about it, the more angry he became: "It's so cheap to him!"
Four days later, the blood light stopped not far from the Taoist temple.
Zhang Chen looked at the Taoist temple, and his spiritual thoughts swept across: "It's so strong, it should be right here."
In the past four days, Zhang Chen had searched in four directions, and he finally found him.
In the Taoist temple, the old Taoist, who was originally meditating to absorb Yin Qi, sensed a strange spiritual thought, opened his eyes suddenly, got up and walked out.
Just as Zhang Chen was about to land towards the Taoist temple, a figure flew out of the Taoist temple.
"I don't know which fellow Taoist is here?"
"Oh? Don't you know me?" Zhang Chen sneered.
"It's you?!" After seeing the appearance of the visitor, the old Taoist's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face was shocked: "This is impossible! You used the blood burning technique, how could you still be alive, and broke through the foundation building period!"
"Nothing is impossible. Today I came to settle grievances with you." Zhang Chen said lightly.
The old Taoist's face was gloomy and ugly: "No wonder I couldn't recruit your soul. I thought it was your soul that had disappeared, but it turned out that you were not dead."
"You can't kill me, it's your business, don't hinder me from taking revenge, you will die today!" Zhang Chen was full of blood and evil spirits, and slapped out from the air.
"Ghost Hand!" The old Taoist also clapped his palm.
"boom!"
The palm formed by the condensed blood fiend collided with the palm formed by the condensed Yin Qi, making a huge roar and setting off a violent air current.
"Too much deceit, don't think that you can eat me after you build the foundation." The old man roared angrily, and threw the Hundred Ghost Banner.
"Woo woo woo..."
Immediately, the sky was dark, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, and a large number of innocent souls rushed out of the banner with their teeth and claws.
Not only that, the old Taoist once again made a trick: "The soul comes!"
"Bang bang bang..."
The altars placed in the main hall of the Taoist temple shook violently, and more than a dozen illusory figures flew out of the altars.
Half of them have the ninth level of Qi training, and the other half have the lowest level of Qi training at the sixth level.
These ghosts whimpered and gathered around the old dao, setting off the old dao like a ghost king coming to the world.
Zhang Chen looked calm, and blood shadows flew out of his body.
One, two, three, four...
There are a total of forty blood **** sons, and they are all at the ninth level of Qi training.
This is what Zhang Chen has accumulated over the past three years!
"It's only been three years, how come you have so many blood gods!" The old man couldn't believe what he saw.
He knew the Blood God Son of the Blood God Sect, but it required a lot of blood to cultivate.
The disciple of the Blood God Sect in front of him was only at the ninth level of Qi training three years ago. It is already good to be able to build a foundation. How can he have so many blood gods at the ninth level of Qi training?
"Go!" Zhang Chen didn't answer, and with a thought, forty Blood God Sons charged towards the old Taoist priest.
"Go!" The old Taoist also hurriedly ordered the ghost to resist the Blood God Son. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
The number of ghosts is nearly a hundred, and they have a numerical advantage, but there are only a dozen or so nine-level Qi training, and it is difficult to resist the blood **** son's charge.
If it weren't for the fact that ghosts don't have blood and can only be killed by killing Yin Qi, they might be scattered by the Blood God Son in a short while.
However, this can't last long.
"Pfft!" The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, and pinched the magic formula with his hand: "Illumination Xuanming, four souls, five heavenly devils, listen to my orders, come quickly!"
"Huh~"
The dark wind howled, and countless ghosts with different death shapes appeared from the mass graves not far away, like a torrent.
Although the momentum is huge, these ghosts are very sluggish, their breath is weak, and there is no layer of Qi training, as if they can be blown away by a gust of wind.
"Pfft!" The old man spit out another mouthful of blood with a ferocious expression on his face: "Yaoyaoyaomingming, heaven and earth are born together, disperse to form qi, gather to form, devour demons and ghosts, merge into one!"
The old man's voice was dry and hoarse, together with the whimpering and roaring of ghosts, it was like whispers from the underworld.
After the spell was finished, the ghosts flying from the mass graves had scarlet eyes and began to devour each other and merge.
Numerous ghosts huddled together, wailing, roaring and roaring.
The sky is full of cloudiness, and the sky is covered with dark clouds, as if ink has been splashed, and it is pitch black.
As the ghosts devoured each other, they merged into a huge ghost, and their aura also increased rapidly.
The first level of Qi training, the second level of Qi training, the third level of Qi training...
But after a few breaths of effort, it's time to build the foundation.
Even after spouting two mouthfuls of blood, the old man was weak and exhausted, but he opened his mouth and smiled when he saw the fused ghost of the Foundation Establishment period.
The remaining blood in the mouth made it extremely terrifying, like a ghost.