r18novel Chapter 52 Beast!
Chapter 52 Beast!
"This is a paper crane from the Maoshan Tianli School, pleading for help!"
Uncle Nine grabbed the paper crane.
In an instant, the blood-red light on the paper crane transformed into several large characters that appeared before my eyes.
[Bandits, Laoshan'ao, Beiguo Town, save me!]
"Master, is this the trail of bandits?" Zhao Yi immediately extinguished the flames and came to Uncle Jiu's side.
Zhao Yi also saw the line of words in front of him and was momentarily excited.
This group of bandits is a large amount of walking merit points.
"Ah Yi, hurry to Beiguo Town!" Uncle Jiu said in a deep voice.
"good!"
Zhao Yi immediately summoned the Heavenly Dao Divine Weapon, got into a rickshaw with Uncle Jiu, and headed straight for Beiguo Town.
Beiguo Town is located in the northeast of Guangdong Province, less than 200 li away from Shijia Town.
At the speed of the Heavenly Dao Divine Weapon, traveling at full speed, it only took ten minutes to enter the territory of Beiguo Town.
"Master, where is the old mountain valley?" Zhao Yi asked immediately.
"Wait for me to come find it!" Uncle Nine immediately took out the origami cranes from before.
"Imperial Edict!"
Uncle Nine's magical power surged, and his right hand transformed into a sword finger, which he suddenly pointed at the surface.
The next moment, the origami crane emitted a golden light and soared into the sky.
"Ah Yi, hurry up and catch up!" Uncle Nine said in a deep voice.
"Ah Da!"
Zhao Yi immediately ordered them to follow.
The Heavenly Divine Weapon instantly flashed and gave chase.
Three minutes later, the origami crane arrived at a mountain hollow.
"The smell of blood is so strong!"
As soon as Zhao Yi arrived, he smelled a strong odor.
"Ah Yi, something's not right!" Uncle Nine frowned.
"There shouldn't be any villages or towns here. Could it be that those bandits killed each other?" Zhao Yi asked, his face full of doubt.
"Let's go in and take a look!" Uncle Nine said with a solemn expression.
"good!"
Zhao Yi immediately followed Uncle Jiu and made his way into the ravine.
"I don't know what happened inside; it seems to be a plot beyond my comprehension."
"But that's good, the unknown is what makes things exciting."
"Otherwise, being too invincible would be quite lonely," Zhao Yi couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
Anyway, he has an indestructible body and the extraordinary phenomenon of the bright moon rising over the sea, so he is almost unafraid of any predicament.
As the two entered the ravine, the smell of blood grew stronger.
"This smell is so strong it's almost nauseating!"
Zhao Yi's expression also turned somewhat unpleasant.
A foul, fishy wind wafted from the depths of the mountain valley, thick like an impenetrable fog of blood.
Even without breathing heavily, it can still get into your nasal cavity and choke you, causing your stomach to churn.
"Damn it, it's the Blood Sacrifice Altar!"
Uncle Jiu suddenly widened his eyes, his body stiffening slightly, and Zhao Yi also looked over upon hearing the sound.
In the center of the open plain ahead, a three-tiered bluestone platform stood.
The ground on the stone platform was soaked with dark red blood plasma, and complex and mysterious patterns were imprinted on it.
These patterns intertwine in layers, radiating a blood-red glow.
Nine wooden pillars stood there, each one resembling a puffed-up loaf of bread, soaked in countless drops of dark blood.
Streams of blood flowed down the mysterious runes on the wooden pillar and landed on the branding on the stone platform.
A chilling aura enveloped the entire stone platform.
The most terrifying and shocking thing was that in the very center of the stone platform, hundreds of human heads were stacked up like a human pyramid.
Each head was half-rotten flesh, its eyes wide open in anger, unable to close in death, with lingering fear and resentment in its sockets.
Within the hollow eye sockets, it seemed as if countless vengeful spirits were wailing.
The thick, black, putrid blood, emitting a foul stench, flowed into the array patterns on the stone platform.
The previously overwhelming, nauseating stench of blood came from this altar.
Below this altar stood a dozen or so Japanese soldiers dressed in old-fashioned kimonos.
They stood in different positions, chanting incantations in obscure and strange tones, while their hands constantly formed hand seals.
Each person was surrounded by a crimson aura.
These black wisps seemed to merge with the blood-red light of the altar, transforming into mysterious symbols that were imprinted on the stone's patterns.
Their eyes blazed with excitement and fervor.
Further away, there were nearly a hundred more figures.
"Those Japanese devils from Japan again!"
When Zhao Yi saw the dozen or so kimono-clad men who looked like shamans, his eyes immediately filled with murderous intent.
The hundreds of heads on the blood-red altar all belonged to people from the Dragon Kingdom.
These ugly, filthy Japanese pests are once again using this cruel and evil art on Chinese soil.
"Ayi, destroy this altar. If I'm not mistaken, those nine wooden pillars on it should be Dragon-Trapping Nails."
"These Japanese devils want to use human lives to forge the 'Dragon-Trapping Nails'."
"They're trying to destroy the last dragon vein of our Chinese nation!"
Uncle Nine's aura immediately hardened, his pupils contracted sharply, and an angry expression appeared on his face.
Hundreds of ordinary people were killed and used as materials for evil blood sacrifices.
"They're utterly despicable! These Japanese devils are truly evil and heretical; they must be killed!"
Uncle Nine couldn't hold back any longer, and a furious shout burst from his throat.
Even the usually calm Uncle Nine became somewhat enraged at this moment.
After all, as a Chinese person, unless you're a spineless coward, who could bear to watch hundreds of compatriots not only be murdered, but also have their souls unable to find peace after death?
Not only were they refined by evil magic and tortured to the point of their souls being scattered, but their immense soul power was also absorbed by evil beings as nourishment.
"Who goes there!"
Uncle Nine's loud shout was immediately noticed.
Behind the blood-red altar, hundreds of figures moved about, each riding a horse, rushing over the altar.
"They're bandits from the Five Immortals Gang!"
Zhao Yi's gaze sharpened as he saw the hundreds of figures rushing towards him.
These are the bandits from the Five Immortals Gang in Mr. Spiritual Illusion.
The person at the very front is none other than Wang Po, the leader of the Five Immortals Gang and the Holy Maiden of the Five Immortals Sect!
A terrifying cultivator who instantly transformed into a vengeful ghost after death.
"These bandits have actually joined forces with the Japanese devils?"
"How awful!"
Zhao Yi's gaze grew increasingly cold.
"It's truly a case of rotten fish finding rotten shrimp; the bandits who burn, kill, and plunder are in cahoots with those utterly depraved Japanese devils!"
"You will all die today!"
At this moment, Zhao Yi also harbored murderous intent.
It's not just about accumulating merit anymore!
"Ah Yi, I'll break the formation, you go stop those bandits!" Uncle Nine shouted in a low voice.
Uncle Nine immediately grabbed a sword in one hand and quickly took out a stack of yellow talismans from his satchel with the other, then rushed forward.
Those Japanese devils from Japan completely ignored Uncle Nine and Zhao Yi, and continued with the ceremony.
If left unchecked, the "Dragon-Trapping Nail" will likely be successfully refined very soon.
Moreover, from the perspective of the Japanese invaders, hundreds of bandits were no match for just two people.
It's as easy as Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts.
"Go and break through the formation with confidence, Master. None of these bandits will survive!"
Zhao Yi also tugged at his collar, and in a flash, he shot out like a cannonball.
Their target was none other than the female bandit leader at the very front!