Chapter 79 Immortal disciples are all monsters
Previously, there were only seven or eight casual cultivators willing to enter the main hall every night, but because the number of virgin statues was about to be enough, the hesitant cultivators chose to take the risk.
There were more than twenty people in front of the door.
Their cultivation is generally in the innate realm (evil ghost).
As time passed, the sky became darker and darker.
Zhou Ji did not dare to wait any longer and signaled the soldiers to open the main hall door. All the monks smelled the greasy smell.
There is no light in the deep hall, and you can see nine virgin statues with different expressions, a gentle virgin statue, and...
Blood-stained straw ropes hanging from the rafters.
"As long as you sit down at the altar before early in the morning, one of you will become a disciple of the saint."
"The rest of the people will die. It's too late to regret now. This opportunity is not something we ordinary people can covet."
Some casual cultivators heard this and consciously hoped not to turn around and leave.
Zhou Ji swept through the crowd of wandering cultivators and noticed a few acquaintances.
They had committed crimes in Chaoge and had seen the arrest documents posted not long ago.
"Xia Xinghuai."
Xia Xinghuai was dressed as a scholar and looked gentle and elegant. He had three eyes on his chin and massacred many villages for his own selfish desires.
"Hungry."
Hungry Belly's name is a bit strange, but he is actually a weird man nearly two meters tall, with a skinny body and a mouth full of sharp teeth. He loves to eat people.
"The Three Immortals of Toyama."
Three dwarfs hid in the crowd and smiled without saying a word. Their faces looked like humans and animals, like foxes, minks, and rats respectively. They had always committed crimes.
Zhou Ji frowned. If Huang Feihu hadn't clearly said that the saint's disciples didn't know their background, he would have taken action and sent them to prison.
He waved his hand, and all the cultivators entered the main hall one after another with twinkling eyes.
"Huh?"
Zhou Ji didn't know whether it was an illusion, but noticed that an eleven or twelve-year-old Taoist boy was following closely behind him.
It seems... Yang He?
It was impossible. Daozhang Yang's body was still underground. According to Wen Zhong's estimation, the time when he woke up happened to be the eve of the festival.
Besides, Yang He is destined to become an immortal, so why bother to wade through this muddy water.
Boom, boom, boom.
The soldiers nailed the doors and windows again, but it was too late for Zhou Ji to confirm again.
As soon as Xia Xinghuai stopped, he began to comfort the other monks, "Don't be afraid. Although only one person can become a disciple of the saint, he can leave the main hall if he lives until early in the morning."
"I happen to be proficient in formations. You can arrange them together with me."
Several figures walked towards Xia Xinghuai.
puff.
The window paper reflected the shadow of the fallen head, and blood was flowing. Xia Xinghuai let out a sick chuckle, grabbed the body and dragged it to the corner.
Immediately, the main hall became a mess, and the hungry ones opened their bloody mouths and killed four people directly.
The Three Immortals of Toyama are also snatching corpses.
The stench was permeating the air, and there was no place to hide in the open space.
Xia Xinghuai's exposed skin is covered with all kinds of pupils, "I will refine you into magical weapons and use them to drive you. When you become a disciple of the saint, you will naturally be able to benefit from them as magical weapons."
Hungryu'er smiled and said: "That's nice to say, but I never show mercy when I kill someone."
The three immortals of Toyama laughed strangely.
Intentionally or unintentionally, they were separated by a distance and divided up the ordinary cultivators.
Before long, the main hall was covered with blood.
At this moment, Xia Xinghuai noticed that there was a child in the corner watching with cold eyes. Judging from the aura emanating from him, he was not in the acquired realm.
But the Taoist boy's attitude was cold, he didn't show any fear, and his expression seemed to be unconcerned.
"What's the origin? If you have a master, why come to Nuwa Palace to seek immortality? No, you have to test it."
Xia Xinghuai was suspicious by nature and saw that the Taoist boy was near the Three Immortals of Hushan. He opened his eyes, controlled the penis whip and swung it at the Taoist boy, and at the same time shouted: "Three demons, you still left me a fresh corpse to refine the weapon? Not bad, not bad!"
The mink-faced dwarf snorted coldly, transformed into a beast and rushed towards the Taoist boy.
Xia Xinghuai was half a step behind and used the mink-faced dwarf to test the Taoist boy. Anyway, he would lose at most one Xiantian realm corpse. Well, at the age of eleven or twelve, the yang energy was not full, so refining weapons was of little use.
He looked at Tao Tong again, who was motionless as if he was scared.
But just when the mink-faced dwarf's sharp claws were about to touch the Taoist boy, Xia Xinghuai's pupils shrank, and an indescribable throb filled his heart.
A ghost hand appeared behind Tao Tong. It was more than two meters long. Its surface was covered with blood vessels and veins, and its pupils were open in the palm.
"You..."
The mink-faced dwarf lost his composure, and Yin Qi enveloped his sharp claws. The result was the sound of bones colliding, and his arms suddenly twisted and deformed.
"Save me!!"
The ghost hand penetrated the mink-faced dwarf's flesh and pinched the beating heart.
It was only at this moment that Xia Xinghuai realized that the Taoist boy was definitely an immortal disciple, and only immortal disciples could be such...monsters.
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It's almost indistinguishable from evil spirits.
Bang.
The mink-faced dwarf's heart exploded, and his body fell on the floor stained red with blood.
Xia Xinghuai was wary of the ghost hand and retreated several meters at the same time.
"Fellow Taoist misunderstanding, if you want to become a saint, I, Xia Xinghuai, will be there to help you, even if you die..."
Before he finished speaking, Stone Arm had already grabbed Xia Xinghuai's neck.
Click.
The neck is broken.
Yang He ignored the other casual cultivators and groped around the two corpses, only to find that Xia Xinghuai was carrying two volumes of Dharma.
"When a monk in the allusion world dies, the ghosts in his body will just disappear into ashes. What happened in the past three thousand years?"
He sat in the corner and flipped through books, one of which contained Hitomi Ghost's Qi-Watching Technique.
Xia Xinghuai's Taoism is more complete than that of Jianghu Taoist priests. It records the first two realms, but from Yang He's current perspective, it is full of flaws.
Thinking about it, he is one of the twelve golden immortals who studied under him, and the three-level subtle celestial eye is said to have come from Taoist Ran Deng.
The lack of inheritance of Taoism in the main world can be made up for by the combination of humans and ghosts.
The casual cultivators in the allusion world are not as good as dogs, and they are all cannon fodder after the war of the gods begins.
Yang He was unable to reduce his dimensionality when faced with casual cultivators of the same level. He could only prove that it was better to go home and sell sweet potatoes than to practice as a dog.
"The other volume of blood refining is a bit interesting."
The method is called "Blood Sacrifice Tool Cultivation Method", which is more comprehensive than the three-heart method of refining blood, and even involves how to perform blood sacrifices on living people to upgrade Yin weapons to Yin treasures.
Xia Xinghuai kills people just to add some power to the vagina.
Yang He played with the long whip, reluctantly counting low-grade Yin weapons, and then exchanged them for spiritual vision, pondering the contents of the blood sacrifice weapon repair method.
"Being idle is also idle. It may take a while before the danger comes."
When the casual cultivators saw Yang He staying in the corner, they quickly made preparations.
A dark wind swept through the hall from time to time.
The grass rope shook continuously.
Unconsciously, the greasiness in the air became more and more intense.
Yang He put away the books, and a vague peek glanced at him, but it did not come from a few casual cultivators, but from the end of the straw rope.
Tonggui subconsciously looked at the end of the straw rope, half of his face looming.
She is an old lady with lips that are slumped due to lack of teeth. She is an old lady who has nothing to do with Nuwa.
Yang He's scalp was numb, and when he tried to check again, the old lady's face had disappeared.
(End of chapter)