Blood sacrifice of millions of zombies, I am a demon cultivator in the end times

"Yes! This place is strange. Everyone is very unfamiliar. No one knows the mystery of this place. Is there any danger? Therefore, it is important to hunt down the Twelve-Winged Sky Fire Dragon Centipede first."

At this moment, Chou Niu spoke up and supported Wei Xu.

After finishing speaking, Chou Niu looked around at the people around him, waiting for everyone's opinions.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became a little weird, and no one spoke for a while.

The expressions on everyone's faces were obscured by masks and could not be seen clearly.

But as Chou Niu said, everyone has made an oath of heaven, and the pursuit of the Twelve-Winged Heavenly Fire Dragon Centipede must be completed.

As for exploring this unfamiliar space, there will be plenty of time after the mission is completed.

After thinking about this, the atmosphere slowly became calmer, and everyone's wary gazes also slightly adjusted and became relaxed.

Seeing that everyone still understood the true purpose of coming here, Wei Xu couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

But deep down in his heart, the nervous pressure did not disappear. He could only pray to kill the Twelve-Winged Sky Fire Dragon Centipede quickly and take away the inner elixir, and nothing would happen in the process.

"Walk!"

After sensing the whereabouts of the Twelve-Winged Heavenly Fire Dragon Centipede, Chou Niu took the lead and pursued it inside as fast as lightning and as fast as wind and thunder.

The others didn't say much, they all used Escape Light one after another, and they all followed.

However, in the hearts of everyone, a question could not help but arise.

Which force would actually build a teleportation array at the bottom of the Black Water Pond deep in the Evil Prison Canyon? What is the origin of this small inner world? What kind of creature is the huge humanoid skull under the temple?

None of this has been answered, but it has planted a thorn in the hearts of everyone, making people feel panicked and blocked.

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The group of people were cautious, after all, in this unknown land of ruins, no one knew what accidents might happen.

It's always better to be careful.

Everyone was moving forward. Although the wind was going fast, none of them were vegetarians. They were all on guard, but everything was extremely normal, and there was no disturbance at all.

Nothing happened at all. Under the leadership of Chou Niu, the group finally arrived in front of the temple deep in the ruins.

On the more than half-collapsed temple, everyone stared at the giant bones below, and the expressions on their faces couldn't help but change again and again.

Just now, from a distance, I couldn't roughly see the size of the bones, but standing in front of me, I felt a heavy oppression as if I were looking up at a mountain. This skull was really too huge.

People will inevitably have some questions in their minds. What kind of humanoid creatures were there in ancient times that could grow to such a huge size?

Hill giants, ancient barbarians, or some unknown rare race?

"Shenji Palace! Is this the Shenji Palace?!"

Suddenly, Yin Hu took the lead and shouted loudly.

As if he had been frightened, he raised his head and was startled. He completely lost the magnanimity and calmness of the Zifu period monks.

The others were startled by his voice and looked over at the same time.

Zheng Yi also followed the direction, raised his head, and looked towards the half-collapsed temple. He saw a huge plaque hanging above the main entrance, with three large golden characters shining brightly on it.

Although a long time has passed, the three golden characters have not suffered much erosion and have been preserved.

Just when Zheng Yi's eyes fell on the three golden characters, his expression suddenly changed, his mind went blank, and a strange picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

But he saw a big hand drawing on the void, and an invisible mysterious feeling rose up.

During the rise, three large golden characters appeared clearly on the plaque, with golden light shining on it.

After a period of dizziness, Zheng Yi recovered. The scene just now seemed to be an illusion and completely disappeared in an instant.

Zheng Yi opened his eyes and found that everyone else was also immersed in the mysterious Taoism contained in these three characters.

This is a powerful spiritual force at work, spanning the long river of time and extending on the writing.

"It's really scary!"

Zheng Yi was horrified in his heart. Although he had some understanding when he saw the big hand waving handwriting, what he felt deeper in his heart was an indescribable shock.

With Zheng Yi's current cultivation level, because of the existence of the Incense Dharma Realm, his spiritual progress has always surpassed his own Taoism.

At this time, the personal soul has reached the level of reaching the late stage of Zifu. The powerful power of the soul within a range of three thousand feet, even compared with Bao Xuzi, an old monster among Zifu monks, is not completely without backhand power.

But it is also dwarfed by the power of the soul remaining on the three characters "Shenji Temple".

Just when Zheng Yi wanted to continue observing, the other Chou Niu, Yin Hu, Mao Rabbit and others quickly broke away from the influence, but they all had strange eyes and shook their heads.

It was obvious that he was no more shocked than Zheng Yi, who had just gotten rid of his dizziness.

But Zheng Yi also saw something special in it. Among the several monks, apart from himself, Chou Niu was the strongest. Wei Xu, the snake, was a master of formations and soul cultivation was already his strong point. He was followed closely by the other three. The difference is not too big.

"What a powerful soul. It is worthy of being written by a person from thousands of years ago, the king of casual cultivators in the Dayi Immortal Territory many years ago, and the ancestor of Shen Nian!"

A deep voice came out from behind the Mao Rabbit mask, with a deep sigh, attracting everyone's attention.

Then, everyone's eyes flickered, and they all saw the excitement in each other's eyes.

...

From ancient times to the present, the Dihuang Mountains have almost always had two main lines of sect inheritance and family inheritance.

Because this is the most stable means of inheritance, it has its own reasons for being passed down.

But nearly a thousand years ago, a casual cultivator broke this tradition. As a casual cultivator, he almost overturned most of the sects and families in the Dihuang Mountains by himself.

It can be said that the rising stars such as the current Jiuyin Palace, Jinque Sect, Swallowing Star Demon City and Savage Beast Sect did not exist nine hundred years ago, or they were just weak small sects and sects, almost not worth mentioning.

The reason why they can develop is to thank the Shennian ancestor who is called the "King of Sanshen Cultivators".

At the beginning, it was this terrifying Shennian ancestor who almost overturned a large number of sects and families by himself, causing a strength gap in the Dihuang Mountains.

A large number of powerful sects and families were destroyed, and the empty space and territory were occupied by some subsequent sects and families, which led to their development.

It can be said that the king of casual cultivators, Shennian Patriarch, left too many legends and terrifying battle records a thousand years ago. Almost half of the Dihuang Mountains suffered from his bloodbath, and finally it was Taiyin Xuantian Sect that took action.

In the past three thousand years, Taiyin Xuantian Sect, as a Jindan sect, has always been high above, and is not worried about the rise of the sects below, but needs to maintain a balance and does not allow the emergence of truly overlord-level forces to threaten their rule.

As for the rise of Shennian Patriarch from casual cultivators, no one knows his origins of his master, but only knows that he has no good feelings for the sect power and family power. On the contrary, he suffered too much suppression on his way to rise, which made him vindictive.

So that after his cultivation was completed, any sect or family that dared to offend him was completely destroyed, and his means were brutal, which was also unique.

Such destructive crushing means destroyed a large number of sects and caused great damage to the strength of the middle and high-level in the Dihuang Mountains. Naturally, it was not what Taiyin Xuantian Sect wanted to see.

As a last resort, the high-ranking Jindan Sect finally took action and sent people to clear out the Shennian Patriarch.

The Shennian Patriarch, the king of the loose cultivators, refused the Taiyin Xuantian Sect's recruitment without hesitation.

Then, the three Jindans besieged the Shennian Patriarch, and a great war broke out, with mountains collapsing and the sky falling.

However, after this war, the Shennian Patriarch disappeared completely, and there were rumors in the Taiyin Xuantian Sect that all the Jindan cultivators who participated in the war were seriously injured, and one of them was a Jindan cultivator who immediately passed away after returning to the sect.

In the last few decades, there were rumors that the Shennian Patriarch left a legacy and placed it in a very secret place, which attracted countless cultivators to look for it, but none of them found it.

And now, everyone seems to have found the place where the Shennian Patriarch passed away by accident?

Suddenly, everyone's eyes could not help but reveal a gleam of brilliance, flashing with dazzling brilliance, as if they had discovered a huge treasure.

Obviously, since the 'Shenji Palace' of the Shennian Patriarch appeared here, the inheritance must have fallen into this space.

This time, without being urged by others, several people quickly walked into the collapsed hall, and in the depths, seven passages appeared in their eyes.

According to legend, the Shennian Patriarch has a perverse personality and is extremely strange and special. It must not be an easy task to obtain his inheritance.

Everyone knows it well. From the soul information left by the handwriting just now, they also know this. They need to choose a passage and pass the test.

Everyone can only choose one passage to enter, otherwise the entire passage will collapse and bury people alive in it.

After the person in front enters, the entire passage will be closed, and the person behind can't come in at all.

No interference, no influence on each other!

The expressions behind the masks of the people are not clear, and they keep a good distance from each other. Although there is no sense of tension, the emotions around are not so peaceful.

After all, even Purple Mansion cultivators are not selfless, everyone is selfish.

Since they know that this is the place where the legendary Shennian Patriarch is passed down, they naturally hope to get the inheritance alone. Others are competitors, and they may even do something dirty, so they have to be on guard.

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"This passage is very interesting, it is called the Netherworld Yellow Spring Road! If ordinary people enter here, even Purple Mansion cultivators will probably have a pot of water."

"But if I enter this place, that's another matter. Master Wei Xu supports me to take this passage, I think because he knows my identity and thinks this place is destined for me!"

With the support of Master Wei Xu of Sishe, Zheng Yi directly chose this passage.

In this passage, just standing at the entrance, you can clearly feel the terrible wind coming out from inside.

A stream of cold air floated out from the depths, and the cold air seemed to completely freeze the soul and body of any intruder.

After feeling the breath of the Netherworld Yellow Spring Road, the others did not speak. This gloomy and terrifying domain is indeed not suitable for them. I wonder what Chen Long's identity is? Dare to choose such a dangerous place.

Soon, everyone chose their own passages and stepped directly into the entrance.

Compared with trepidation and caution about the unknown, everyone walked in impatiently.

After all, this is the inheritance place of the Shennian Patriarch, the first person in the past thousand years of casual cultivation, and a powerful existence known as the king of casual cultivation. If you are one step ahead, you may get the inheritance that he has preserved.

Watching the figures of other people disappear in the passage, Zheng Yi did not delay and walked straight in.

...

In an instant, when the footsteps stepped into it, the screams of ghosts and wolves howled in his ears, and a wave of cold chills came over him, as if to freeze everything that came in. The biting cold made Zheng Yi frown slightly.

In the space not far away, translucent figures emerged one by one, like ghosts, constantly shuttling in space.

It is worthy of being the Netherworld Yellow Spring Road. After just a few steps, Zheng Yi was surrounded by a cold wind, and saw many ghosts flying in the air.

It can be imagined how many terrible ghosts are waiting in the depths of the passage.

However, others would find this kind of thing difficult, but as the master of the Soul Palace, they are afraid that they have encountered a nemesis.

Zheng Yi waved his hand casually, and a huge white-bone sedan chair carried by the four ghost kings appeared.

One-horned ghost king, soul-catching ghost king, golden-eyed ghost king, and powerful ghost king.

At the front of the five ghosts carrying the soul sedan chair, the blood-stained ghost king in a blood-stained robe carried a huge nine-tailed ghost king banner and roared in front, with ghost energy waving, forming a huge ghost domain.

Like a black hole, it madly swallowed all the approaching yin energy and ghosts.

The five ghosts carrying the soul sedan chair suddenly appeared in the space as Zheng Yi cast a spell, and an invisible momentum suddenly erupted. The screams of ghosts and wolves around, as well as the ghosts that rushed in front of them, seemed to feel a great threat, and they fell silent in an instant.

But the sweeping wind and waves had already risen up, like an invisible shock wave, rushing towards the depths of the passage.

Faintly, a burst of angry roars could be heard from the deepest part of the passage.

The Blood-robed Ghost King took the lead, holding the Nine-tailed Ghost King Banner and standing at the front of the team. Behind him, four tall ghost kings followed closely with tall bone sedan chairs.

As the five ghosts carried the soul sedan forward, a terrible evil spirit rushed towards the depths of the Netherworld Yellow Spring Road like a tide, as if provoking, and seemed to not care about the reaction of the owner here.

Roar!

Roar!

Not far away, in the depths of the passage, a thick black fog suddenly appeared.

To the naked eye, it was not a ghost fog, but countless ghosts and evil spirits entangled together, forming a cold air mass.

With the furious roar from the depths, this thick black fog rushed towards this area frantically, as if it was a counterattack against the provocation of the five ghosts carrying the soul sedan.

The thick black fog roared towards this area like a winding long snake, and the terrible and crazy breath shocked the world. The thick yin energy was overwhelming, like a big black hand opened and slapped this side fiercely.

Zheng Yi looked at the terrible airflow rushing out from the Netherworld Yellow Spring Road, his eyes were extremely calm, without a trace of emotion.

If it was any other means, he would still be a little bit afraid.

But in another world, his position as the god of Mount Tai, the master of the Soul Palace, is the Yin God who controls the destination of all souls.

What can this mere ghost do to him?