Chapter 432: Nine Netherworld Spirits, Gods and Demons of the Heavens, I will sacrifice my blood and sweat!
First day of the first lunar month, the demon-suppressing city.
While countless people gathered in front of the Shi family's old house, Song Lin and Tan Tai Xuanyin, the two parties involved, were standing in a pavilion on the ancient road outside the city.
"Are you leaving now?"
Tan Tai Xuan Yin was dressed in white, like a delicate white lotus in the wind and snow.
"The incident in the Demon Suppression City is just the beginning."
Song Lin was dressed in black, with a long sword at his side. The demon-subduing order was hanging on the hilt, fluttering in the wind.
Facing the biting cold wind outside the pavilion, he said softly, "Perhaps many years later, people may be surprised that this small matter actually had such a huge impact on the future. Just like the ordinary clavicle Bodhisattva golden body disaster seven thousand years ago."
"You seem to know a lot about a lot of things."
A hint of doubt flashed across Tan Tai Xuan Yin's eyes.
When he was in Sanjiang, he was clearly unaware of the calamity that befell the Chain Bone Bodhisattva.
"Because I'm interested in these things. After coming to Cangzhou, I conducted an in-depth investigation. This era is like the boundless catastrophe of the past, reflected in the mirror image of the present. Seven thousand years of reincarnation, I have a feeling... the chaotic times are not far away!"
Song Lin's tone was meaningful.
"Ah."
Tan Tai Xuan Yin nodded slightly.
She feels the same way.
The fall of the Song clan, the battle of Jiuzhangyuan, the disaster of Changsheng Book House, the spiritual rain that lasted for a whole month, and the originally peaceful land of Donglin suddenly emerged with countless geniuses...
All of these are signs of a world of great strife.
Song Lin said: "So, we have to hurry up. In the chaos of the future, the second-grade golden body can only barely protect itself. Only by condensing the first-grade golden body, achieving all methods, and cultivating the life pill, will we be qualified to protect the people around us and protect this world."
“If you can achieve the Dharmakāya and embark on the path of becoming an immortal, then you will be qualified to be the big piece that moves freely on the chessboard.”
"So what does it take to be a qualified chess player?"
Tan Tai Xuan Yin asked curiously.
"Supreme Golden Body, Supreme Immortal."
Song Lin spoke each word with an extremely serious look.
"Is this your goal?" Tan Tai Xuan Yin's eyes narrowed.
"It has always been."
Song Lin nodded affirmatively.
"I understand. You...go ahead."
Tan Tai Xuan Yin let go of Song Lin’s sleeve.
Song Lin withdrew his hand calmly, his expression indifferent.
It turned out that the two of them were in the pavilion, and Tan Tai Xuan Yin had been holding Song Lin's sleeve, with her attachment evident in her words.
However, Song Lin didn't dare to overstep the line.
It was fine to just chat and talk, but when he thought that the beauty in front of him was actually Song Xiangyu, his fiancée who had been broken off, Song Lin was completely afraid to not do anything intimate.
"Goodbye, then."
Song Lin lowered his head slightly and looked at Tan Tai Xuanyin's face.
But the beauty turned her head away a little embarrassedly and said softly, "See you later, for sure."
"I'm leaving."
Song Lin walked out of the pavilion and stepped into the snow.
"I……"
Tan Tai Xuan Yin looked at his back and could not help shouting, "My name is Tan Tai Xuan Yin, and I am in the 22nd Sword Spirit Cave on Jianya Xuanfeng. You must... remember it."
"I'll come to see you when I have time."
Song Lin turned around and looked back, revealing a bright smile.
Say it.
Turn around firmly and move forward.
Flatten the bumps and become a road, and set off again after fighting the hardships and dangers.
There are still many, many things waiting for him to do in this world. Before the wind and snow stop, his steps are destined not to stop for one person.
"You must...you must come."
Tan Tai Xuan Yin stood in the snow, whispering and waving.
He laughs at the world of martial arts at Fengyun Ferry and makes his name known in the Demon-Suppressing City.
From being the most invincible in the world to being a master of the immortal way, his life seemed to be destined by heaven. He took every step firmly and left a dazzling back to the world.
"Those who care about the world must follow the will of heaven. My sweetheart... is a great hero! From today on, Yang Qingyuan's name will resound throughout the land of Donglin."
"And I...can't fall behind too much."
Tan Tai Xuan Yin, who had already entered the realm of Dragon Elephant Golden Body and condensed the second-grade 'Red Dust Nine Transformations Exquisite Sword Heart', secretly encouraged himself.
Facing Yang Qingyuan.
She always has an inexplicable sense of inferiority in her heart.
Maybe it was because of a misunderstanding when they first met that I 'stole' his Hebae Seal. Maybe it was because he was rejected from the engagement, and was destined to bear a stigma for the rest of his life.
Or maybe.
It's because the light on him is too dazzling.
Any woman in the world would feel ashamed of herself for having that kind of heroic spirit that cares about the world, right?
The fifth day of the first lunar month.
Song Lin walked alone, strolling between the mountains and the sea.
Following the guidance in his heart, he headed towards Jiuzhangyuan outside the Cangwang clan’s territory.
Suddenly.
A slight palpitation arose in my heart.
Song Lin looked up and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.
"You've been following me for so long, are you almost impatient?"
woohoo~~
The cold wind howled, but no one responded.
Song Lin continued to move forward, seemingly not caring about the potential danger at all.
Chen Changshou is not dead.
In the eyes of the world, the magnificent sword slashed with the help of the demon-subduing decree destroyed the phantom of the god and pacified the demonic calamity. In fact, Chen Changshou, who was hiding behind the scenes, was not completely killed.
He had merely had the connection between his body and soul severed, and had been cut off from life and death, and reincarnation.
The consequences are worse than death.
But Chen Changshou also used the Buddha's golden body to place his soul on it, temporarily getting rid of the suffering of physical life.
The price was that he would never have the chance to break through the Dharmakaya again in his life, and could only become a being similar to a "ghost" or "earth spirit". He was muddleheaded and his intelligence was no longer what it used to be.
Facing Song, who had the order to subdue demons, he was like a rat crossing the street.
But the instinct of hatred in his heart made him follow Song Lin from a distance, looking for opportunities for revenge again and again.
Originally Song Lin also thought he was dead.
It was not until the second day of the first lunar month, one night when they were spending the night in a desolate mountain, that the demon-subduing order sounded an unexpected warning.
Song Lin instinctively slashed with his sword, and heard a scream in the air. Then he felt that there was something following him.
The seventh day of the first lunar month.
Song Lin, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat to cover his face, stepped into the territory of King Cang's clan, exhausted.
Continue to move towards the dangerous and unknown Jiuzhangyuan.
"After taking the opportunity under Jiuzhangyuan, I can return to the mountain to survive the last calamity of 'Xia Gu Can'. Then I can sneak back to Sanjiang to condense the Supreme Golden Body. No difficulty in the world can stop me anymore."
All the difficulties and obstacles we experienced in our previous lives are for a smooth road ahead in reality.
This life.
Song Lin is determined to sweep away everything and will never let any tragedy happen to himself or the people around him.
"but……"
He looked at the Bloodthirsty Blade in his hand that was about to break. "I have the Supreme Golden Body, but I still lack a handy weapon. The material required for the life-long magic weapon must be of good quality."
at the same time.
As time went by, his deeds in the Demon-Suppressing City spread throughout Cangzhou. Yang Qingyuan's name resounded throughout the world, and he became one of the two most outstanding people in the world, along with the Crazy Sword Immortal Song Lin.
Just like the Jiuquan rivers and lakes of the past, people talked about it with great interest.
Nine Gods City.
Cang Xiuyuan finally got the news from the Demon-Suppressing City.
Bang!
After hearing that Yang Qingyuan had killed Chen Changshou's divine body with one sword, the Demon Suppression Master family emerged as a powerful force and became a well-deserved first-class force in the Baimang Mountain area.
He crushed the cup in his hand on the spot.
"How can it be!"
"That idiot didn't even touch Song Lin's hair, and he died under Yang Qingyuan's knife?"
"You're just a piece of crap! You're such a piece of crap! I put so much effort into you!"
Cang Xiuyuan laughed in anger.
After calming down for a moment, he suddenly headed towards a secret place within the tribe.
It’s still that dark and eerie underground palace.
Under the Nine Dragon Altar, nine skinny old men sat cross-legged, with a distant aura, like gods or demons.
"My dear ancestors, Xiuyuan... has failed."
The middle-aged man knelt on the ground with a look of shame on his face.
"Failed?"
An old man suddenly turned his head and stared at Cang Xiuyuan with dead eyes.
"Song Lin is just a divine mansion. Even if he has the Dharma Immortal protecting him secretly, how could he be defeated when facing the bones of the gods!"
He didn't even open his mouth, but his hoarse voice filled my ears like a devil's sound.
"I……"
Cang Xiuyuan showed pain on his face and lowered his head to repeat everything he had heard.
"Song Lin, Yang Qingyuan? Both of them were born in the desolate northwest land. They have great luck? Hehehe~ As expected, every time a great era comes, there will be many people with destiny entering the world!"
The old man laughed strangely, which was extremely harsh.
suddenly.
Another cold voice said, "More than 20 years ago, two rays of destiny fell into the northwest. More than 40 years ago, one ray of destiny fell into the northwest and one fell into Dongyang Prefecture."
"Eighty years ago, a man of destiny was reincarnated in the southern border and was accepted into the sect by the Donglin Immortal Cliff. Now it seems that he is the walking fairy Shui Qianrou."
"One hundred and twenty years ago, a person with destiny was reincarnated in Longtai and was taken in by King Cang. One hundred and thirty years ago, another person with destiny was reincarnated in the East China Sea. That year, there were continuous tsunamis and disasters... until thirteen years later, a woman went deep into the East China Sea and returned with the dragon head."
"Now that I think about it, it was none other than the first true disciple of Jianya Xuanfeng—Hou Yuanxi."
One sound after another rang out, causing the underground palace to rumble and rise up dust and smoke.
Cang Xiuyuan just felt a splitting headache and couldn't tell who was talking.
"Everyone, the time we've been waiting for... has finally arrived!"
The old man who spoke first had a strange smile on his face.
"Cang Xiuyuan."
"The disciple is here."
Bangdang~~
A piece of white bone fell to the ground.
The bone was shaped like a knife, and its entire body was crystal white, like a piece of arm bone. It glowed and exuded a strange evil aura.
"This is the arm bone of a certain magic master from seven thousand years ago. Take this thing and quickly go and meet up with Chen Changshou. At all costs, join forces to kill Yang Qingyuan!"
"what?"
Cang Xiuyuan was stunned when he heard this.
He asked, "Grandmaster, isn't Chen Changshou already..."
"Who said he was dead? Even though he was dead, 'he' must still be alive!"
The old man laughed strangely and said sinisterly: "Listen, I'll give you one more chance. If you can't even kill Yang Qingyuan, don't come back!"
"Yes!"
Cang Xiuyuan's heart trembled and he picked up the evil bone knife on the ground.
After bowing, he turned and left the underground palace.
"kill him!"
"kill him!"
Nine almost identical voices were heard from behind, overlapping and extremely harsh.
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The eighth day of the first lunar month.
A hill near Jiuzhangyuan.
A flash of knife light suddenly flashed across the night.
boom!
There was only a shrill scream, and then an invisible shadow seemed to be fleeing madly into the distance.
Song Lin chased for a while, but had no choice but to stop.
"It's been seven days, and this thing is like a plaster, I can't get rid of it. If there is no order to subdue the demon, I'm afraid I will be in a state of panic. By the way, why can it always find me?"
"Could it be that a ghost is really taking my life?"
Song Lin was puzzled.
There are immortals, demons, gods, and monsters in the world, but there are no ghosts. This is the iron rule summarized by Donglin Xiandao after years of research.
Immortals, gods, demons and monsters are nothing more than a form of advancement of life.
And ghosts...are beings that violate the cycle of life and death. If ghosts really existed in the world, the rules of reincarnation and fate would inevitably collapse, and the whole world would be in chaos.
Therefore, the idea of evil spirits taking lives is completely nonsense.
"There must be some other reason!"
Song Lin thought for a long time.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he took out the Qing Emperor's Longevity Sutra.
"This thing originally belonged to Chen Changshou. He has been carrying it with him for more than 800 years. I'm afraid he has already lost his life. I understand... This old man gave this thing to me with no good intentions at all!"
As long as the Qing Emperor's Longevity Scripture is in Song Lin's hands, Chen Changshou will always be able to find him!
This is a backup plan left by some strange existence.
Although Song Lin didn't know the twists and turns in the matter, he guessed it was almost right.
"interesting."
Looking at the dark and deep night, he couldn't help but smile.
"Since you refuse to let me go even if you die, then... you will have to endure the pain of eternal damnation!"
The tenth day of the first lunar month.
The clan land of King Cang, Jiuzhangyuan.
A grand ceremony was held on Jiuzhangyuan.
Every year on this day.
Countless descendants of King Cang gathered here to worship the Holy King of Cangzhou, pray to heaven and earth, and reminisce the past.
now.
The chief priest of the Cang tribe was standing on a high platform, muttering something that sounded like an ancient ballad, and every word was a compliment to the Holy King of Cangzhou.
More than 100,000 core members of King Cang’s clan gathered around.
His face is solemn, sacred and noble.
They all looked at the high priest on the towering altar with admiration.
Today.
In the hearts of the Cang clan members, the Cang clan high priest is like the high priest of the wine fairy Li. He is the most supreme person in the Cang clan besides the Cangzhou king.
To restore the glory of the royal family.
The Cangwang clan copied the ancient rituals of the wine immortal Li family, stole the divine power, and attempted to unify the royal power and the divine power. They have embarked on a completely different path from the past.
"Stab the heart with blood, for the Holy King!"
The high priest suddenly shouted.
puff--
Countless voices rang out in unison.
I saw more than a hundred thousand people stabbing their hearts with sharp knives, with blood still flowing into the bowls. Their faces were firm and their eyes were fanatical, as if they were doing something very sacred.
"Nine Netherworld spirits, gods and demons of the heavens, I offer you my blood and sweat as a sacrifice."
Wow~~
Countless blood gathered into a pool, turning into a smelly blood pool, which then divided into nine rivers and poured into nine bottomless abysses in all directions of Jiuzhangyuan.
This is the situation.
It was like an unprecedented grand evil sacrifice.
However, there were no outsiders present except the Cang clan. The more than 100,000 Cang Wang clan members looked calm, as if they had long been accustomed to it.
for a long time.
Countless amounts of blood disappeared into the nine abysses.
"Ow—"
A long roar like a dragon's roar.
Nine illusory shadows suddenly rose into the sky and whizzed past the heads of more than 100,000 members of the Cangwang clan.
"Thank you for the blessing from the ancestors!"
More than 100,000 members of King Cang's clan, whose faces were pale due to the loss of blood, all showed joy on their faces.
He knelt down and worshiped, shouting: "Nine Netherworld spirits, gods and demons of the heavens, I offer my blood and sweat as a sacrifice. Holy King of Cangzhou, supreme and unrivaled, glory reappears, the only one in the world."
"Nine Netherworld spirits, gods and demons of the heavens, I offer my blood and sweat as a sacrifice..."
Fanatical shouts resounded through heaven and earth.
Hundreds of miles away.
Song Lin stood on a hilltop, looking into the distance at the cloudy sky.
"This is the method of 'ancestral blood sacrifice' recorded in the Sansanjiu Yuantianxuan Ceremony! In the universe, it is also a taboo technique that is not tolerated by the gods and immortals in the heavens."
“And this ceremony seems to have lasted for thousands of years.”
Song Lin couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"King of Cangzhou, Saint King of Cangzhou...are you looking for an opportunity to 'annihilate the clan'?"
(End of this chapter)
