Chapter 273 Le Wu escapes from prison (3)
In the secret prison, Le Wu stared straight at the red-haired old man.
"Want to be your disciple? Do you know who I am?" Le Wu raised his head and asked the old man with a bit of stubbornness and arrogance.
After all, he was once the great general of Dayin!
"Are you a Japanese? You are just a dead bone in a tomb, a fish in a pot, waiting to die." The old man's words were extremely harsh. He put his hands behind his back and grinned, "If you become my disciple, you can live , and you can do whatever you want."
"If you don't want to be my disciple, I will take back the things from you that don't belong to you in the first place, and then go find someone else."
The old man said very frankly: "What I value is not you as a person, but your identity. As for you, your appearance, your qualifications, your brain, and even the fat on your body... what is worth to me?"
The old man looked at Le Wu with sarcasm: "It's just a pig in human form. What do I need you for? Slaughter it and sell it as diseased pork when it's worth less than two cents?"
"If you were not a great general, if you had not sold your sister to the emperor and had not been tainted with a trace of the orthodox luck of Dayin... do you think that I would be attracted to you with your ugly appearance?"
Le Wu was furious. He looked at the old man and hissed, "You are so outrageous... What on me is yours, yours, yours..."
Le Wu wanted to ask where on him were the things that originally belonged to the old man.
But gradually...
Because all his cultivation had been sealed by the secret Buddhist spell, some fragments about the old man emerged from the vast and complex memories that had long since disintegrated in his mind and were difficult to remember.
Le Wu used the Blood River Sutra to devour hundreds of Blood River Sect disciples who entered Haojing.
The Blood River Sutra is vicious and cruel, but also extremely magical.
Disciples who practice the Blood River Sutra can devour each other seamlessly and without loss... After devouring each other, their cultivation and magic power will not be lost in the slightest.
Even memories can be superimposed on each other, and the understanding of the Blood River Sutra and so on will also be completely inherited.
Le Wu devoured hundreds of Blood River Sect disciples, and he gained the huge memories of hundreds of people. But because the memory was too huge, and Le Wu himself was just an ordinary secular martial arts master, he could not integrate this memory in a very short time like a real cultivator.
A lot of information can only be 'searched' from his huge memory when he 'want to find' it!
With all his cultivation sealed, the "search" process naturally became much slower.
At this moment, Le Wu looked at the red-haired old man in front of him in horror.
Yuan Lingtian, Blood River Sect, the current leader is Old Man Blood God.
This is one of the most vicious demons among the evil demons in the Yuanling Heaven. He has already mastered the Blood River Sutra and has condensed the Dao Fruit, which illuminates the void. He has perfectly grasped the terrifying power of his own Dao-proving law.
Only one step away from becoming an immortal!
The Blood God old man's terrifying magical powers are enough to terrify even the gods and ghosts. He is adept at such skills as creating billions of incarnations, being reborn by a drop of blood, pretending to possess a body, and controlling people's spirits.
The most insane thing he had ever done was holding a birthday banquet on his 30,000-year-old birthday. In order to entertain a group of evil friends from the demonic world, he brazenly slaughtered the seven secular nations of Yuanlingtian that were held captive by the Blood River Cult in just three breaths by himself.
More than one hundred billion mortals turned into mummies in three breaths.
Using the secret technique of the Blood River Sutra, he condensed the blood and essence of hundreds of billions of mortals into seventy-two blood-essence longevity peaches, which were used as after-meal fruit at the birthday banquet.
Such brutal magical power and character intimidated all the top demons who attended the banquet. Countless demons, big and small, respected the Blood God as the number one evil demon in the Yuanling Heaven!
Le Wu's knees suddenly went weak, and he fell to the ground with a thud, kowtowed heavily several times to the Blood God Old Man.
He smiled in an extremely flattering manner.
It was just like when he was young, he was still running his family's ancestral dog meat shop. Suddenly one day, a butler of a wealthy noble family slowly ran to his dog meat shop and ordered a big fat dog for his master's private party in winter.
At that time, facing those high-ranking aristocratic butlers, Le Wu smiled with such flattery from the bottom of his heart.
"Disciple Le Wu, I pay my respects to the Blood God Patriarch... May the Patriarch live forever and attain immortality." Le Wu kowtowed to the Blood God Patriarch repeatedly, until his forehead made loud 'bang bang' sounds.
"Haha, you are a filial child." The old Blood God laughed. He stroked Le Wu's head and said leisurely, "Now, do you remember who I am? Hehe, although your aptitude is a little lacking, your character... is a good seedling for me to learn the Divine Religion."
“That’s great, that’s great!”
The old man Blood God narrowed his eyes, and Le Wu's condition was clearly visible in his blood-red eyes.
In Le Wu's body, a mighty river of blood was flowing slowly. In the blood river, more than tens of millions of elite soldiers were sleeping quietly. Among these motionless soldiers, the souls of hundreds of disciples of the Blood River Sect were struggling slowly and hard, crying and shouting, trying to transcend the blood river, but they were firmly imprisoned by the blood river.
In this river of blood, the old Blood God also saw Luo Qi.
The Blood God's surname was also Luo. Luo Qi was his grandson of who knows how many generations. He was the most gifted disciple among the younger generation of the Luo family...
But, so what?
It's a joke to talk about feelings between grandchildren who are separated by so many generations.
The only use of Luo Qi is to open the door.
“What a pity, the door is not open wide enough, so my master’s original body can only stay outside the sky…” The Blood God Elder sighed, “This clone is only at the level of a half-step Condensation Fruit.”
The Blood God Elder raised his head, looked at the ceiling of the Secret Prison, and murmured, "It would be risky to fight head-on. This Jishengtian has reached this point, but it still has such a defensive force... It's rare, rare."
"But it is enough to stir up trouble and lay the first move. With my magical powers and means, what can I do with my cultivation of half-step Condensation Dao Fruit? In this Jishengtian, is there anyone who can do anything to me?"
The old man, the Blood God, laughed. He lifted Le Wu up by the rind of his head, and said with a leisurely smile, "Since you have accepted me as your master, I will take you out of this broken prison. Well, all your relatives are imprisoned here. Who else do you want to take away?"
"Since you have chosen me as your master, I will teach you the first lesson. In my blood path magical power, this family is also an extremely useful resource."
"For example, your own sons and daughters are all debt collectors... But if you are cursed by something evil, then these children can be used to ward off disasters, which is really useful."
"For example, my own children and grandchildren can also practice the Blood River Sutra. When they have mastered it, I will capture them alive and slowly refine them with the Blood Soul Refining Technique. Then they can be refined into the great generals guarding the Blood River."
"The wonderful uses of this, I will teach you little by little in the future. Hehe."
"In short, children, grandchildren, relatives and the like are still useful. They are all resources and materials..." The old man, Blood God, was very excited and slapped the door of the secret prison: "Master will take you right away..."
"Buzz!"
The Blood God Old Man also displayed a trace of his blood power with this palm.
In the magical power of blood, there is a distinction between dirty blood and clean blood.
The Blood-stained Divine Ability was good at corroding everything, polluting the soul, etc. His palm contained an extremely vicious corrosive force. Even if a mountain was hit by his palm, it would be corroded into a pile of rotten tofu dregs in an instant.
But the door of this secret prison...
There was just a slight sound, and then faint lines on the cell door lit up, and then these lines spread out in all directions like lightning. A buzzing sound was heard, and on the floor, ceiling, and four walls of the secret prison, lines that were connected like big dragons lit up one after another, and suddenly, the whole cell was filled with a faint glow.
"This is... an ancient secret weapon!"
The pupils of the Blood God Elder suddenly shrank, and he said in a hoarse voice: "According to the records in the classics, the secular world of Jishengtian is very different from that of my Yuanlingtian... In the secular world of my Yuanlingtian, ordinary people are all slaves kept by major sects... But in the secular world of Jishengtian, there are extremely powerful divine dynasties and immortal dynasties, and they have a cooperative relationship with the sects!"
"The sect hides away from the world, and the Divine Dynasty goes on expeditions... Once the Divine Dynasty is unable to cope with the situation, it will sign a spoils-sharing contract with the sect, and the sect will send experts to cooperate with the Divine Dynasty's army to attack..."
“Here…here…”
The Blood God old man narrowed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Fortunately, fortunately, the spiritual power of heaven and earth has not yet recovered. The prison spirit of this dungeon seems to have collapsed long ago, and its power is gone. Otherwise... I would be in trouble today."
With fear and greed, he looked towards the dungeon that was flickering with a faint light. The Blood God grabbed Le Wu and turned into a long blood-colored wind, flying out from the peephole on the prison door.
There was a faint light flickering in the observation hole. The blood-colored wind transformed by the Blood God Old Man rubbed against the faint light, making a sharp thunderous sound. There was also a faint flash of purple lightning, and the Blood God Old Man also let out a low cry of pain.
Inside the secret prison, many of the guards patrolling the prison shouted in unison: "Who is it? Who is it? Oh..."
Teams of palace guards, strong men, and captains were sucked dry of their blood and turned into mummies falling to the ground. The keys on their bodies flew up and opened the prison doors one by one. Then, a bloody wind swirled, and the members of the Le family imprisoned in the secret prison, as well as the important officials of the court who were beaten to pieces, were all swept into the bloody storm and disappeared in an instant.
Those courtiers.
A few days ago, under the order of Yinzhen , most of the civil and military officials in the court of Dayin had their property confiscated and their families exterminated, and countless people had their nine clans implicated.
However, many important ministers, such as Zhu Chong and others, were too important. Their relatives, clansmen, countless followers and students had all been beheaded, but they themselves were still being secretly imprisoned in secret prisons.
Under Le Wu's suggestion, the Blood God Old Man did not let anyone go and took away dozens of important cultural and educational officials including Zhu Chong.
