"What else to say? Kill it!" Ningxiang looked at the pile of monsters and said disdainfully.
"Humph!" The monster gave a cold cry.
"Ningxiang, shut your little mouth first and listen to Grandpa, will you?" "Old Master Huogen said.
"Yes." Ningxiang gave a faint sound and lowered his head.
The Fire root ancestor chuckled, "The Blood Oath Spirit Sect has been gone for over ten thousand years, and you two are the first of the five poisons blood 蟊 - black scorpion and white snake. In terms of age, I should indeed call you seniors!"
"I dare not!" The black scorpion spoke very straightforwardly.
"Hehe..." "But with your cultivation and the wonderful use of the ancient Blood Array, you can be regarded as the master of the demon world. However, there is one thing I do not understand, I hope you will teach me."
"Humph!" " The black scorpion snorted coldly and agreed. The white snake, however, said softly, "I dare not teach you, but it is fine to ask."
"On my way here, I saw a magic star suddenly appear at the Star of Sirius, green, and from a distance it was as big as a sea. With your cultivation, it's not something that ordinary demons can command. I just want to know, who is that magic star? Of course, don't speak in front of me, I'm very clear in my heart!" "Old Master Huogen said.
"This --" the white snake was reluctant to speak and added, "I really don't know."
"Oh? No comment, right?" "Then I may ask, who is your top leader?" said the Fire Root Ancestor.
"The Seventh Prince of Ghosts." White Snake indeed.
"Oh?" "He came just now, didn't he?" said the Fire Root Ancestor, thinking a little.
"Yes!" "White Snake said.
"The artifact used is the Dark Hair Whisk dust, right?" "Asked the Fire Root Ancestor.
"Not bad." "White Snake said.
"That's it!" The Fire Root Ancestor had a slight realization and asked again, "Where did the King of Hell of the Washing-Spirit Hall go?"
"How can we, as our subordinates, have the right to inquire about the matter of Prince Ghost Seven? Besides, his whereabouts have always been strange. We seldom even see his face. Every time we contact him, we almost use the demonic notes sent by someone." "The white Snake said.
"Oh?" "Indeed strange, do you know his origin?" said the Fire Root Ancestor. At the end of this sentence, the pale light, mingled with Linlin's clear roar, instantly filled the entire hall. Both the black scorpion and the white Snake knew that the blood poison of the Fire Root Ancestor and Diting had been forced out by more than 90%.
"The origin of the Ghost Seven Prince is indeed unknown. But his magic doesn't seem to be very powerful, just the deterrence of the netherworld whisk, we really dare not offend." "Said the White Snake.
"Again, the dust of the netherworld!" The Fire Root Ancestor and Diting were already surrounded by white light, and no one could make out the two shadows in the white light. "From this, it seems that the Ghost Seven Prince is not that magic star either. Well - there must be a Dragon Head behind the Ghost Seven Prince?"
"I don't know." The white snake is true. But the black scorpion spoke: "In my opinion, the seventh Prince of the Ghost might be one of the leaders of the Dragon Head, but we have no way of knowing who the leader is."
"How do you know?" This question was not asked by the Fire Root Ancestor, but by the White Snake. It seems that even the White Snake knows very little about this matter.
"Guess." " "The identity of the Ghost Seven Prince is very suspicious, and almost all of his subordinates are above his cultivation level," said the Black Scorpion. If it weren't for having a dubious status and identity, how could he control so many masters of the magic sect? Besides, there must be someone secretly helping him, and this person's cultivation must be above that of all our sects!"
"In that case, the truly terrifying person is not the Seventh Prince of Ghosts?" "Asked the Fire Root Ancestor.
"No!" "You may be mistaken. Do you know what the seventh prince of Ghosts used to take away King Yama of the Washing-Ling Palace?" said the black scorpion.
"HMM? I don't know. That's what I was about to ask. Tell me in detail." The Fire Root Ancestor had already sensed something from the Black scorpion's words.
"Blood Refining Fruit, I wonder if the Fire Root Ancestor has heard about it? "Black Scorpion said.
"What? Are you saying that King Yama of the Washing-Spirit Hall has been refined by the blood of the Seventh Prince of Ghosts?" The Fire Root Ancestor and Di Ting were equally astonished and asked this question in unison.
"Not bad." "Black Scorpion surely said. "Blood Refining God and Demon is a secret tradition of the Blood Oath Spirit Sect back then. I never thought that the seventh Prince of the Ghost, with mediocre magic power, could master this extremely venomous and evil art. It's so hard for both of us to figure out where he learned this extinct skill!"
"Huh?" The Fire root ancestor couldn't figure it out. "The Five poisons blood 蟊 should be closest to the master of the Blood Oath Spirit sect. Don't you two understand either?"
"To be honest," said the white snake, "I do understand something, but only some superficial tricks. This ultimate technique, unless taught by the master himself, no one will ever master it. Surely the Fire Root Ancestor must know that the Master of the Blood Oath Spirit sect has passed away in the alchemy furnace of the Wood Ancient Immortal, and this set of techniques has been lost. Who would have thought that with the appearance of the seventh Prince of Ghosts, we would have to look at all the past events again."
"The Ghost Prince is the uncrowned Master of the Blood Oath Spirit Sect, isn't he?" The Fire Root Ancestor had suddenly floated to the side of the monster, and it seemed that this matter was far more complicated than he had thought.
"That's what we think." "White Snake said.
"Then the other demonic sects must be back, right?" The Fire Root Ancestor's wind-fire eyebrows suddenly furrowed.
"This... I dare not make any presumptuary guesses. We are only loyal to the Master of the Blood Oath Spirit and the Holy Lord of the Dao and Demons. Since the Lord is dead, we will only be loyal to the Lord of the Blood Oath." "White Snake said.
"How do you know that the Holy Lord of the Dao Demon is dead?" The Fire Root Ancestor thought differently.
"Isn't he dead? We clearly saw that magic star eventually fall!" "White Snake said.
"Not bad!" "That magic star has indeed fallen," said the Fire Root Ancestor. But who knows that the second Daoist Demon Lord won't rise up? The third one won't stand up? And the fourth, the fifth... Not sure either! I ask you, why did you set up the Bloodthirsty array in the Hall of Cleansing?"
"Prince Ghost Seven has issued an order. Let's guard these Blood Refinement fruits." " "White Snake said.
"Blood-refined fruit?" Where?" The Fire Root Ancestor really wanted to see the Blood Refining Fruit. Since he had not yet ascended to the immortal spirit realm during the last battle of the gods and demons, he had not seen the evil blood refining fruit in the history of the gods and demons. Hearing that it was right in front of him this time, of course he was eager to see it.
"Right in the main hall ahead, come, I'll take you there." "The white Snake said.
The hall, which had lost its demonic aura, was empty and desolate. Even though the Fire Root Ancestor's several lighthouses had illuminated the vast palace with a brilliant glow, the hall still appeared exceptionally empty, quiet and secluded. On both sides of the lower hall, the tall and imposing black and white impermanence, holding soul-locking hooks and ghost-subduing chains, spitting out long tongues of blood, propping up black and white, listless glances as if to take away someone's soul.
But he could not take away anyone's soul, for this was already the Washing-Spirit Hall of the King of Hell's Palace. Even if he manages to capture the soul, he will still send it here. Besides, these two rows of imposing black and white impermanence are just statues. How could statues capture souls? Though they can't capture souls, they can establish authority.
When one by one, the wandering souls are captured here and see this black and white, hideous, fiercess sculpture reborn, no matter how wild your heart is, it will probably unconsciously restrain itself. Not to mention that on ordinary days there are the Yin-Yang Judge, the Nine Netherworld Ghost Commissioner, the Ox-head and horse-face minions here, who are stern and imposing, adding to the power of the Yama Palace of subduing souls and spirits!
Under the main hall, a pair of huge dragon-headed turtles reclined, lying on either side.
The turtle is black and shiny all over, as smooth and round as black jade. But the huge dragon head was raised high, its mouth wide open. As if roaring to the sky, yet as if disdainful of the arrogance of the little rascals of the prince, with a dignified appearance that allows no room for the slightest recklessness.
The turtle's upper jaw had two sharp, sword-like fangs that were about seven or eight feet long and curved down. It seems that in the vast mouth of a dragon, there is no room for such two long and narrow fangs, so that even when the mouth is wide open, the fangs extend to both sides of the lower jaw. The crimson fire was reflected on the black, bright and sharp fangs, tinged with a hint of crimson. It was like a faint streak of blood, dripping from the tusks of the tortoise. A series of invisible, heart-stirring murderous glows came into being, piercing people's hair with fear.
A pair of smoldering eyebrows raised high, as if they were condensing two soul-devouring rage. A pair of blood-cold eyes, black and wide open, like the eyes of a cow. Staring blankly at the spirits of all the people in the hall, there was no sign of welcome, but rather an air of overbearing arrogance!
The black, bright claws had been tinted by the crimson fire to a blood-cold color. Four strong and thick turtle legs supported a huge, round ink-painted shell. No one knew exactly what was being suppressed beneath the shell. But if anyone's soul were to be trapped under such a mighty turtle shell, it would probably be reincarnated for billions of years without being able to turn over.
"Tap, tap, tap" as one ascends the round steps like black jade, one can see the large plaque at the entrance of the main hall 楣上. The plaque is also as black as jade, and the ancient and thick Nine Netherworlds characters are shining white and bright: "Yin and Yang are distinct."
Any spirit that comes here will have its own judgment. For Yin is Yin and Yang is Yang. What is meant to stay will stay, and what is meant to leave will never leave you a bit. So the words "Yin and Yang are distinct" fits perfectly here.
Under the dark plaque stood a white banner about eight feet high for summoning souls. In front of the white banner, on a black rattan chair, dragons and snakes were dancing, and the clouds were like waves. This wide chair is very similar to the dragon chair of the Five Spirits Tribe. From this, it must be the throne of King Yama. In front of the throne was a long table, which was snow-white from top to bottom. The feet on both sides of the table, like layers of waves overlapping, lift up the snow-white jade table layer by layer.
Black high hall, white jade table, handling yin-yang affairs here, of course, it is impartial law enforcement, no kinship, no mercy! There is a saying that is also very good: black is black, white is white.
On the white jade table, there was a faint glow of blood red. When they looked, there was a blood-red, square-shaped cage. There were many human-shaped sculptures in the blood cage, which had been dyed a deep red like blood. On closer inspection, each sculpture was only half the size of a thumb, quietly closing its eyes and standing there in silence, not moving at all.
Looking again, each sculpture is lifelike, very vivid and exquisite. And these sculptures are recognized by Huogen Ancestor and Diting and Ningxiang.
There is a Yin-Yang Judge holding a black pen and wearing a red robe with a pointed hat. With a long robe and a pointed hat with a blood tongue hanging to the ground, there is impermanence. There is a ghost messenger in the netherworld with a red robe covering his face; There are black-robed guards of King Yama; With a blue robe covering the face, Yin and Yang communicate; And there's a bull head and horse face with a beast head and a human body! If you put all these ghostly officials together and add a King of Hell, it would be a court of the King of Hell. But in this cage of blood, the King of Hell is gone.
"This, this... Could it be the blood-refined fruit?" The voice of the Fire Root Ancestor trembled a little. A pair of fiery eyes, shining and flickering, seemed to be filled with shock at these blood-refined fruits.
"Not bad." The monster said.
"They have passed away, haven't they?" The Fire Root Ancestor couldn't believe his eyes, and his heart was trembling. Because an unprecedented threat was approaching them silently. This evil force seems capable of overthrowing the three realms and restoring the five domains. Waves of chilling coldness hit the Earth Fire Root Ancestor's cold vest.
"Yes, they're dead!" When the black scorpion said this, it was like a heavy hammer that struck the Fire Root Ancestor and Diting hard on their hearts, leaving them breathless for a long time. "But not sitting in meditation, but being refined by poisonous blood! None of the gods and demons that have been refined by this blood can be resurrected and reborn, not even the Holy Lord of Dao and Demons himself."
"Not bad." The white Snake also said, "This sorcery is extremely strange. No Yin-Yang or Five Elements magic can solve it, let alone Six combinations or Eight Trigrams magic can solve it. It seems that this art is not within the five Elements of the three realms."
"Beyond the three realms and not within the five elements, it is indeed strange and eccentric. The magic that goes against the heavens is indeed insidious and vicious!" The heart of the Fire Root Ancestor was pounding. For even as the chief of the five great guardians of the heavens, he could not fathom what kind of magic could be used to break the prohibition of this blood refining.
Diting said, "Since these gods, ghosts, Yin and Yang are dead, why do you still have to stay together? This matter, I think, is the most strange. Also, since the King of Hell of the Washing-Spirit Hall has already been blood-refined fruit, what's the point of taking him away? Also, why does the Prince of the Seven Ghosts have to blood these ghosts? Could the blood refining technique deepen the skills of immortals and demons?"
"Listen to your question, I'm afraid we have no answer. As we have said before, we only have a superficial understanding of this technique and have not practiced much to deepen it, otherwise we would have become demons long ago and would not have relied on the ancient array of evil blood to defend ourselves and protect our lives."
"Deepen the skills of immortals and demons?" "Deepening the skills of immortals and demons, not bad! What is the most crucial reason that this strange blood refining technique has been learned by the Daoist Demon Saint himself? It is nothing more than to deepen one's own practice, to consolidate one's demonic nature, and to make one's demonic Lord's cause last forever. So this one, my thoughts are the same as Diting's guesses!"
At that moment, all of them suddenly fell silent. Because a gust of cold wind had crept into the shadows of the hall through the hole in the wall that Kellen's sword had broken...