Chapter 303: Demons Dance (7)
The Holy Heaven is the void beyond the sky.
The tiny fragments of land mass eroded fiercely towards the interior of Jishengtian with difficulty but determination.
Where the small fragments touched Ji Shengtian's world membrane, countless terrifying lightning flashes splashed, but no sound was made. Countless strange images surged out at the contact point, so bizarre that words could not describe it.
Right at the place closest to this contact point, a forty-nine-story pagoda that was completely black was quietly floating.
Outside the main gate of the pagoda is a small square of several acres.
In the middle of the square, there are some household items such as grills, long tables, buckets, hooks, etc.
A bald old man, about two meters tall, with muscles all over his body and even ferocious bulging muscles on his ears, wearing a short animal skin skirt, was cooking a several-meter-long white python on a long table.
"Good ingredients don't require too much thought or too many seasonings... just eat them raw."
"Good ingredients can replenish your blood and vital energy. Every bite is like taking a pill of ten-in-one tonic."
"The blood and the original animal nature remaining in the blood can have the greatest effect on the children of our Barbarian King Palace... Let the animal nature of these big guys with the blood of divine beasts stimulate the ancestral blood in our bodies, so that..."
The old man had just taken off the python's gallbladder and swallowed it in one gulp when his body suddenly stiffened.
He raised his head and looked at Ji Shengtian.
“Tie Mang, my grandson…” The old man sighed, “What a pity, what a pity… Originally, you were my promising grandson, and I wanted to find a good marriage for you so that you could have the most qualified offspring.”
"But, there is no other way. I cannot miss the Supreme Immortal Edict, old man."
Leaving the python still wriggling and twitching in front of him , the old man raised his head and shook his neck vigorously, making a dull sound like thunder. He was silent for a while, then held his left hand with his right hand and twisted it gently.
With a "crack", the left arm fell off at the shoulder.
The old man spat out a mouthful of blood on his left arm, which then squirmed and quickly transformed into a burly giant who looked just like the old man. He then bowed solemnly to the old man and said, "This is my Lord."
The old man nodded and pointed at Ji Shengtian: "Go, Tie Mang is dead. Find out the truth about this matter and whether the old Blood God ghost really got a great opportunity... and do what needs to be done."
The giant man transformed from the old man's left arm responded in a low voice, he squatted slightly, and then jumped up suddenly.
With a loud bang, the giant man pierced into Jishengtian like an arrow, bringing up a dim stream of light, which refracted in the extremely high void and went straight towards Dayin.
The old man continued to manipulate the python, muttering, "Activate the formation, and send 3,000 ordinary disciples down to follow the orders of my descended avatar..."
In Yangcheng, Yuanmodou slowly disappeared.
Hongluan sat on the ground and cursed loudly.
Several elders of the War Demon Hall, wearing heavy armor and as strong as demons, appeared quietly. They stood on the ruins of the Paradise Palace and loudly greeted the ancestors of the demon Tu Laomo.
The old demon Tu from the Secret Demon Cliff did not show up. His voice came slowly from all directions, erratic and like a ghost. No one present could catch any trace of him.
This old devil did his best to be provocative and sarcastic in his words. He denounced the disciples of the Battle Demon Hall and the Paradise Palace as worthless. He even mocked Hong Luan and several elders of the Battle Demon Hall, making them so angry that they screamed and cried, but they could not do anything to him.
At this moment, a very thin ray of red light fell on the ruins of the Paradise Palace.
In the red light, there are two red embroidered shoes embroidered with floral patterns.
The clear, sweet and melodious laughter of a young girl floated out from her red embroidered shoes: "Hehe, sisters, why don't you get up and play with us? Oh, there are so many good men and good husbands here!"
All the demonic monks were dumbfounded.
There are six sects of the Supreme Saint Demonic Path and tens of thousands of demon cultivators gathered in Yangcheng. Is there anyone here to ask for wildfire?
Hongluan suddenly raised her head, looking at the pair of embroidered shoes, she screamed in surprise: "It's Huasangnv, those... weird!"
Among the high-level demon sect leaders present, only Hongluan and Huasangnv had dealt with each other.
She was easily severely injured by Hua Sangnv. If Hua Sangnv had not hoped that she would bring people back for revenge and send more sacrifices to Hua Sangnv, Hongluan would not have been able to escape from Haojing alive.
However, Hongluan's roar was of no use to people from other sects.
An elder from the War Demon Hall snorted coldly, rushed to the slowly falling embroidered shoes, and attacked them with a halberd.
With a loud bang, the embroidered shoes were smashed into pieces.
The elder of the Battle Demon Hall snorted complacently and winked at Hongluan: "Sister Hongluan, you..."
Countless demonic monks who were watching from all sides exclaimed in surprise.
The shattered embroidered shoes turned into countless gorgeous transparent petals that floated everywhere. Accompanied by the pleasant fairy music, where the petals fell, beams and pillars rose from the ground, and walls were formed out of thin air.
In just a few breaths, an exquisite pavilion appeared out of thin air.
The nine-story building was brightly lit, and the laughter of countless women could be heard faintly. On the eaves of each floor of the building, there were scarlet lanterns hanging, and the blood-red flames illuminated the surroundings.
From afar, most of Yangcheng was shrouded in the bloody light emitted by this pavilion.
"Husband, let's play together!"
"Husband, come on, come on!"
"Husband, come in quickly!"
Charming calls came from the pavilion. At the gate of the pavilion, there were faintly a few charming girls twisting their soft waists, waving red handkerchiefs, and beckoning to the demon monks outside.
The elder of the Battle Demon Hall who had just smashed the embroidered shoes widened his eyes and hissed, "What the hell is this?"
Hongluan was about to speak when shadowy figures appeared from all directions.
Those were the female disciples of the Paradise Palace who had just been killed by Tie Mang's iron egg. They appeared out of thin air, their transparent figures swaying like water waves, with chilling smiles on their pale faces.
"This is impossible!" Hongluan screamed.
Just now, tens of thousands of female disciples from the Paradise Palace were blown to pieces by Tie Mang's iron egg.
The essence of their flesh and blood was completely swallowed up by Yuanmodou without leaving a trace.
These female disciples of the Paradise Palace were truly beaten to the point of their souls being torn to pieces and no trace of their bodies was left.
If that’s the case, then what are these female disciples who suddenly appeared out of nowhere?
The wriggling female figures, with mysterious smiles, walked towards the attic step by step... Hongluan screamed: "Something is wrong, fellow Taoists..."
With a 'swish' sound.
He was wearing a grey robe with countless chicken claw-like patterns painted on it, which made people dizzy at first glance. He had a long beard and was thin and elegant, but with a gloomy expression, the elder of the Secret Demon Cliff, Tu Lao Mo, suddenly appeared from Hong Luan's side.
He stared at the figures of these female disciples of the Paradise Palace and said in a deep voice: "I can guarantee that their spirits and souls have been devoured by the Yuan Mo Dou... They have already died."
"Then, which Taoist friend is knowledgeable and can tell me what this is?"
No one said anything.
No one, including Hongluan, could understand what was going on with these figures.
But Tu Lao Mo's words obviously attracted the attention of some beings. Tens of thousands of women who were walking towards the pavilion turned around at the same time and grinned at Tu Lao Mo: "Husband!"
The old demon Tu snorted coldly and waved his right hand. The Yuanmo Dou, which was shaped like a ball of wriggling blood-red mud, flew into the air and turned into a large net with a diameter of about ten feet, covered with countless blood-red eyes, which enveloped him.
He first used the magic treasure to protect himself tightly, then the old demon Tu formed seals with his hands and quickly chanted a strange spell.
Among the six sects of the magic world, the Mystic Cliff was famous for its evil methods and mastered various powerful spells. Chasing souls thousands of miles away and leaving harm for generations were just common operations, and moving mountains and filling the seas were also just ordinary.
It is said that the Mysterious Demon Cliff's magical power was so powerful that in ancient times, it could shatter millions of miles of mountains and rivers with one blow.
Many demon monks held their breath, wanting to see what magic spells Tu Lao Mo would use to fight these strange female figures, and what magical effects they would have.
As the old demon Tu chanted his magic spell, a series of vague and erratic shadows appeared around him.
These shadows twisted and turned, making low howling sounds, and extremely sinister and dangerous auras continued to spread from their bodies. The demonic monks present shuddered almost at the same time.
"magic!"
There were magic masters muttering to themselves in a low voice.
Although they are demonic monks, they are still flesh and blood and serious people.
However, these shadows created by the old demon Tu are truly "demons", inhuman creatures, the most brutal existences in the world, so sinister that ordinary people cannot understand them at all.
Using 'magic' to deal with these 'weird things' seems to be a good idea!
Countless twisted shadows pounced towards the women's figures at the same time, and in an instant, the shadows merged into the women's figures.
Then, accompanied by gentle laughter and the sweet cries of women, the shadows disappeared quietly. The figures of the women became clearer.
"This old husband is so vicious... Sisters, take revenge!" In the pavilion, a dragon and phoenix hairpin flew out quietly, circled in the air, and an extremely sweet voice came from the hairpin.
The old demon Tu groaned and spat out large mouthfuls of blood.
He looked at the dragon and phoenix hairpin in shock and hissed, "It can actually break my magical power? I have cultivated it for thousands of years..."
The old demon Tu gritted his teeth and pointed with his right hand. The blood that had just spurted out suddenly changed and condensed into a sharp blood knife that flew into the air and chopped down fiercely at the dragon and phoenix hairpin.
The dragon and phoenix hairpin swayed gently left and right, and the bloody knife fell, only splitting a shadow.
With a "puff" sound.
The old demon Tu lowered his head in disbelief and saw that the dragon and phoenix hairpin had actually sunk deeply into his heart.
"Damn it!" Tu Lao Mo roared, and countless blood lights spurted out of the Yuan Mo Dou, which densely fell on the dragon and phoenix hairpin. There was a continuous "chi chi" sound, and the dragon and phoenix hairpin shook slightly, and disappeared from in front of Tu Lao Mo out of thin air.
The next moment, tens of thousands of women screamed and rushed towards the old demon Tu at the same time.
