Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 861 - 443: Bloodsucking Soul Devourer (Part 2)
Cough cough, anyway, as long as it doesn’t end in disaster, there’s no need to worry too much.
"Splash"
At that moment, a swarm of Blood Pythons crawled over Corpse Mountain, swimming through the Blood River. They opened their mouths and spewed out large mounds of flesh as if dumping garbage, piling up the remains into hills, then swam into the Blood Robe one after another.
Chen Xuantian remained unfazed, sitting cross-legged amidst the Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea, his cultivation rotating as he absorbed and refined the Blood Qi with each breath. While pinching the formula with his hands, he extended Blood Hands from beneath his robe again, grabbing the decayed flesh from the ground, grinding it into meat paste, and shaping it into blood-drenched flesh balls, simultaneously extracting Essence Blood and Daoist energy to nurture his own body.
As he absorbed the flesh and blood of the corpses, his Essence Blood grew increasingly abundant, and the Blood Robe unfolded like a crimson glow, enveloping half the city in a swirling Blood Curtain. From time to time, Blood Hands reached down from the sky, grabbing more from the ground. It was as if the sky was filled with red dragons, fishing out flesh and bones from the hellish corpse hills, devouring with abandon the countless resentful spirits, feasting with gusto.
Blood Talisman Scripture: Blood-sucking Soul-devouring Technique.
This technique precisely grabbed living flesh and blood in one fell swoop, refining it into Blood Coins. No wonder the Divine Sect was called the Demon Sect; this method of using the dead for cultivation was indeed not very appealing, extremely fierce and ruthless, enough to classify it as Evil Demons and Heretics. Yet it was recorded in the Blood Talisman Scripture, the orthodox cultivation secret manual passed down by the Divine Lord. It is truly baffling what the Divine Lord experienced to comprehend such Demon Skills...
"Whoosh!"
While Chen Xuantian was cultivating, suddenly the city center not far away saw a surge of White Qi like a streamer, shooting up to the sky! It opened up like an umbrella of white mist, standing against the red canopy blood glow!
Oh? Is it Emei again?
Naturally, it was Emei, especially after the long battle earlier. The Microdust Escape Technique, like dust and debris, was unparalleled, clearly a variant of their secret technique of Dao Breath, unmistakably.
It’s odd, though. Those four Emei folks admitted defeat earlier, broke the formation, and withdrew from the calamity themselves. How can anyone else remain in the formation?
Chen Xuantian didn’t care about seniority, anyway. He had racked his brain for eight days, even going through his kindergarten classmates without finding anyone named Cang Bi. Now witnessing Emei lingering in the calamity seeking death, he instantly grew furious, hurling the broken knife at hand, pinching a formula and flicking it with his fingers. A Blood Hand separated from his robe to grasp the knife, "swish" the Blood Shadow soared skyward, wielding the knife and manipulating the blood, swift as lightning, arriving instantly before the Microdust Daoist energy.
Chen Xuantian pinched the formula, directing the divine, eyes wide, sending Divine Light to inspect, immediately seeing the location of that energy, right in the city’s center within the ruins of Prince Mansion. There stood a Big Cauldron, filled with bubbling blood slurry, flickering red light chaotically, cooking some treasure that looked so tempting at a glance, as if his whole Essence Blood was eager and jubilant, longing to open his mouth and devour the feast in the cauldron!
With a thought, the Divine Insight discerned the essence, joy erupted in his heart! This cauldron clearly held the Blood God’s Son seized and subdued by Cang Bi that night! Boiled and refined for eight days, its Divine Soul scattered! Leaving the richest mouthful of essence! Eating it would provide incredible nourishment! This moment was truly his opportunity handed to him directly!
Without hesitation, Chen Xuantian leaped out from the bloody sky, heading to collect his quest reward!
"It’s the Blood God’s Son!"
"Everyone, be careful!"
Beside the Big Cauldron treasure naturally stood guards, two males and two females, hiding in the divine white light spanning heaven and earth, arranging themselves at the four corners, pinching formulas and on guard.
The two males were half-grown youths, one handsome, the other unsightly, both dressed in Emei sect attire. The two females, one wearing gold, the other adorned with silver, were initially unrecognizable. However, once they clapped their heads from behind, Divine Light spread out as they spouted green lightning to protect themselves, Chen Xuantian recalled they were the young ladies from Songshan Xuan Nu Temple.
Moreover, there seemed to be another person in the field, entirely wrapped in silk, cocooned beside the handsome Daoist boy’s feet. Strangely, Chen Xuantian couldn’t sense the ’Qi’ of this person, unknown which demon they had captured.
The two Emei sect boys didn’t hesitate, pinching formulas to practice, confronting the enemy shoulder to shoulder. The two from Xuan Nu Temple held Treasure Artifacts, with gold and silver glow shining, supporting and covering from behind.
Chen Xuantian wasn’t in a hurry to strike, only letting the Blood Shadow fall to the ground, carrying the knife around Prince Mansion’s ruins, observing their Qi Power and Protecting Cauldron Formation details.
Honestly, these four individually weren’t strong, all at the Nascent Soul Formation realm, probably had weathered one or two Thunders, new entrants. But their foundations were solid, Dao Foundation was pure, undoubtedly disciples of the Mystic Sect True Inheritance, personally taught righteous methods, far from garbage worthy of contempt, at least scraps, but not quite elite waste.
Of course, Chen Xuantian himself had just climbed back, his strength hadn’t recovered, and wasn’t that strong either, but he wasn’t afraid of facing four alone. He knew beforehand that Emei had some stuff hanging, and those from Xuan Nu Temple were not to be underestimated, holding a heap of peak magic treasure, at least their Yin Yang Double Rings had immense power, enough to break his spell. Thus he didn’t rush, cautiously taking a look around...
Damn, good thing he held back a bit. What the hell kind of formation is this? Seems unrecognizable...
Meanwhile, Cang Ming, the host of the formation, witnessing the Blood Man carrying a knife rampaging, inclined his head to bow,
