Chapter 77 Blood Sacrifice

Si Ming Zhen Jun didn't pay much attention to Qi Xuan Su, or it could be said that the gods had thousands of thoughts, and just now only one of them was slightly directed at Qi Xuan Su, just like hitting a mosquito casually, killing it would be the best, but not killing it would not matter, Siming Zhen Jun's main energy is still on Jinling Mansion.

He went through a lot of hardships to come to the human world, of course not to show off his power, nor to be an enemy of the Taoist sect, but to strengthen himself with blood sacrifice.

Siming Zhen Jun opened his hands, and his cuffs seemed to be infinitely large and deep, and endless yin energy rolled out from them, first filling the area of ​​100 feet around him, and then quickly spreading in all directions, darkening the sky and the earth, as if falling into the underworld.

This scene, in the eyes of ordinary people, is no less than the legendary underworld. Even Taoist priests and spiritual officials would be terrified and shiver all over.

Zhang Yuelu looked solemn. He stretched out his hand and pinched a wisp of black mist with two fingers. He gently twisted it at his fingertips to distinguish the difference between these yin qi and the yang qi of the human world.

The human world is yang, and the netherworld is yin. Creating a netherworld ghost domain in the human world is destined to be rejected by the human world and difficult for heaven to tolerate. Therefore, it cannot last long. This is also one of the reasons why Siming Zhenjun rarely takes action personally.

If you look down from above, a huge shadow is spreading with Zhenwu Lake as the center.

Wherever the yin qi passes, the grass and trees wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the green fades quickly, leaving the ground withered and yellow. The ground cracked and showed a trend of desertification. Even the Qinhuai River was drained of water, and the water level dropped again and again, revealing the strange fish in the river.

All the people in the city who were infected with the "Gift" would age rapidly, their skin would wither, their flesh and blood would melt, and they would become skin-and-bone mummies in a flash. Although they still maintained their appearance in life, they would completely turn into powder and disperse with the wind as soon as the wind blew.

At the same time, a faint wisp of soul flew out of their bodies, was swept into the gloomy wind, and all gathered in the direction of Zhenwu Lake.

There are records in the Taoist classics that when the drought demon descended, the land was scorched for thousands of miles. Now this kind of power is no less.

In a blink of an eye, Zhenwu Temple and the area within a radius of dozens of miles have completely turned into a desolate and dead area.

Siming Zhenjun opened his hands to the left and right, his sleeves fluttering, letting the black yin energy in his sleeves whistle.

Yin Qi, carrying the souls and blood and vitality of countless creatures, gathered into the body of Siming Zhenjun, and then turned into more Yin Qi rolling out from his sleeves, with the intention of continuing to spread outward without stopping. In a blink of an eye, it had covered most of Jinling City.

Siming Zhenjun actually wanted to turn the entire Jinling City into a dead city.

In addition, the Yin Qi turned into layers of leaden clouds, replacing the thunderclouds to cover the sky above Jinling City, constantly pressing down, so thick that it almost dripped water. There was no thunder roaring and rolling, but there were countless ghosts that seemed to be there and not there, appearing and disappearing from time to time, which made people feel inexplicably depressed.

As the Yin Qi became more and more dense, within the range of the Yin Qi, even those who were not infected with the "gift" began to slowly wither their skin and flesh, and their souls gradually showed signs of leaving their bodies.

However, the situation was different depending on the distance. Those who were closer to Siming Zhenjun were already stiff and unable to move, while those who were a little further away from Siming Zhenjun were still in a state of despair. If they could escape from the soul-stealing Yin Qi in time, they would still have a chance of survival.

The black air spread like the sea, and many people were desperately trying to escape from the city. There were dignitaries in the city, people from the underworld, and even some Taoists and spiritual officials.

A warrior walked a little slower and was immediately trapped by the Yin Qi. He had no choice but to try his best to circulate his blood and energy, forcibly locking his flesh and blood and soul from being taken away by the Yin Qi.

However, the Yin Qi was endless, like the sea in a stormy season, with raging waves. Even those who were familiar with water had to go with the flow. When they were exhausted, they would sink to the bottom.

As the black air continued to wash away, the blood and energy on the warrior's body became dimmer and dimmer, like a candle in the wind. He was like a drowning person in the sea tide, and he could be swallowed up at any time.

He gritted his teeth and persisted, trying his best to continue walking out, but at this time it was like going upstream in the river, or like being stuck in a swamp, and every step was extremely difficult.

The next moment, the majestic Yin Qi came like a big wave, swallowing him up in an instant. A moment later, the Yin Qi receded like a tide, leaving only a dried corpse.

A Qi cultivator was walking quickly, and suddenly, a gust of Yin wind blew in his face. He was caught off guard and was thrown upside down, rolling all the way until he hit the wall several feet away, and then he stopped the momentum. Even though the physical strength of the Qi cultivator was second only to that of the exiled immortals and warriors, and far better than that of the alchemists and witches, he felt dizzy and dizzy after such a collision, and there was no pain in his body, as if he was about to fall apart.

He just stood up and saw a life official walking out of the Yin Qi.

These fate officials are very different from those in the Great Baoen Temple. In addition to the airtight black armor, there is a floating semi-hollow disc behind them, which is composed of a black moon and a white sun, similar to the Yin-Yang double fish of Taoism, slowly rotating. The shoulders, belts, and shoe tips of the armor are also decorated with Shebishi.

Such a metal disc cannot make the fate officials become celestial beings, but they have the ability to fly.

They are the personal guards of Siming Zhenjun, and they came to the world with Siming Zhenjun.

The Qi Refiner was shocked and turned around to run. The fate official took a step forward, as if shrinking the earth into an inch, and instantly came behind the Qi Refiner, and the bronze ancient sword in his hand swept past.

This sword was like Qi Xuansu's ghost sword. After it passed by, the Qi Refiner was unscathed, but his face turned gray, and he had lost all his vitality.

After the Life Officer put away his sword, an illusory figure with sword wounds was dragged out of his body.

Then a gloomy wind rolled up, covering the Life Officer's figure, taking away his soul, and turning the Qi Refiner into a mummy.

Similar scenes were staged in various places in Jinling Prefecture.

For Siming Zhenjun, the higher the cultivation level, the greater the benefit his flesh and blood soul brings, and he must not let it go.

It is true that the gods feed on incense and vows, but in the ancient barbaric period, blood sacrifices offered to gods were also prosperous. Even in Buddhism, there are many blood sacrifices, such as human bone instruments.

In other words, the gods can also feed on flesh and blood, but with the development of the world, blood sacrifices have gradually declined. Compared with incense and vows, the biggest disadvantage of blood sacrifices is that they have serious consequences and are difficult to sustain, and it is easy to exhaust the pond. To put it bluntly, the way he eats is too ugly and unacceptable to the world.

It's just that Siming Zhenjun is eating a free meal now, so he doesn't care about the way he eats.

He took such a big risk just to eat a fat man in one bite.

Siming Zhenjun's body grew again and again, and he was a hundred feet tall, overlooking Jinling Mansion, like an almighty emperor standing between heaven and earth.

Countless personal guards and officials hovered over Jinling Mansion with Siming Zhenjun as the center.

It only takes twelve hours for Siming Zhenjun to completely drain Jinling Mansion, and the huge profits brought by Jinling Mansion are enough to make him fearless of the revenge of the Taoist sect.

The premise is that he can eat it.

Of course, before swallowing up the entire Jinling Mansion, he has to deal with Bai Yingqiong first.

A celestial being in the immeasurable stage can be regarded as a great tonic.

As for the celestial being in the creation stage, unless he comes to the world directly in his true body, he can't expect it, after all, he can escape if he can't win. However, if he comes to the world in his true body, there is a possibility of falling.

If the incense and wish power reserve is insufficient and he cannot be reborn in the kingdom of God, he will fall into the first level of death and begin a long sleep. When he wakes up is not up to him. The key is that he cannot respond to the outside world when he is asleep, and the Taoist sect will definitely take this opportunity to wipe out the Zhiming Sect. Without the Zhiming Sect, the incense and wish power will be cut off, and the kingdom of God will sooner or later be unable to maintain, and will soon enter the second level of death, which is sleeping into coma and fake death, and there is only one step away from real death.

Bai Yingqiong's heart was full of despair.

If it were Cihang Zhenren here, it would be unknown who would win. But Bai Yingqiong faced Siming Zhenjun alone, and he was dead.

Siming Zhenjun no longer maintained the posture of opening his hands, stretched out a palm, and grabbed Bai Yingqiong like covering the sky and the sun.