A sinister voice came from nowhere, "You brat, you've come here to die, so don't blame me for being ruthless..."
Before the words were finished, several ghostly flames suddenly appeared in the eye sockets of the skull.
Five beams of black light shot out from the skull's mouth, transforming into five different but equally ferocious monsters, some with gaping maws, others with sharp fangs, their foul and filthy stench filling the air.
The eyes of these five enormous ghostly creatures suddenly turned bright red, emitting a deep and ferocious gaze, and at the same time they raised their heads and howled towards the sky.
"Ah..." The wailing sound was like a piercing ear, haunting and soul-stirring.
But what was even more terrifying was that countless resentful spirits flew in from all directions, heading towards Lin Yi and surrounding him in the blink of an eye.
A mocking smile appeared on Lin Yi's lips. With a flick of his sleeve, thirty-six streaks of blood-red light shot out, rushing towards the surrounding vengeful ghosts.
Blood flashed, and one by one, the evil spirits were quickly corrupted and assimilated, turning to devour the Five Ghosts.
The five ghosts roared angrily, but to no avail; soon the crimson wave engulfed them.
The dark red skull, sensing danger, tried to flee, but it was too late.
Lin Yi reached out and the skull flew into his hand. The dark red light flickered a few times before going silent.
Just then, a withered arm suddenly emerged from the skull's mouth, growing to three feet long with five claws that gripped Lin Yi's chest tightly.
Lin Yi's body trembled violently, and all the blood in his body surged, flowing backwards to the wound on his chest. The originally dry skin of the ghost hand immediately became plump as the blood flowed in.
A tall, thin old man with a ferocious face, emaciated features, and almost skin and bones appeared in the air. Looking at Lin Yi, whom he controlled in his palm, he laughed loudly: "You ignorant brat, today is the day you die."
Lin Yi stared expressionlessly at the tall, thin old man for a long while before slowly saying, "Have you had enough? Didn't your master teach you that there are some things you can't just inhale?"
The tall, thin old man was startled and tried to pull his hand away, but found that he had lost control of his body, with a continuous stream of blood pouring into it. His body, mutated by the practice of the "Blood-Sucking Technique," was transforming into another state.
"Who...who exactly are you?" the tall, thin old man asked unwillingly.
Lin Yi said quietly, "I am your ancestor."
Blood River True Water surged and flowed within the tall, thin old man's body, and blood-red talismanic runes appeared on his skin. As the number of talismans increased, the man gradually transformed from tangible to intangible, until finally only a blood-red shadow remained.
Lin Yi said, "From today onwards, you will be called Blood Shadow."
Blood Shadow could sense that his life or death was in the hands of the other party, and dared not resist, obediently replying "Yes".
Then, Lin Yi waved his sleeve, putting away the blood-red light that was flying everywhere, and said, "Tell me about the situation of the Demonic Sect's Desolate Holy Temple?"
Blood Shadow dared not delay and immediately recounted all the information he knew.
The Holy Temple, the birthplace of the Demonic Cult, is located in the northwest of the vast land of China.
That place is a vast, desolate Gobi Desert, which people call the "wild and untamed land".
This place has not seen rain for a hundred years, and the climate is extremely dry. Occasionally there are some oases, but they are mostly occupied by wild beasts and ferocious creatures. Naturally, ordinary people would die if they entered.
Currently, the Savage Temple is guarded by the Longevity Hall, one of the four major sects of the Demonic Cult.
The purpose of Changshengtang, just like its name suggests, is solely to pursue longevity.
But a demonic sect is still a demonic sect, and its nature will not change because of a name. This sect acts by any means necessary, which is completely opposite to the righteous path of seeking immortality.
Lin Yi's interest in the Demonic Sect's Desolate Temple stemmed from the presence of a demonic beast guarding the place—the Candle Dragon.
The Candle Dragon is a member of the dragon race, born with the ability to control time. It has a human face and a snake's body, is crimson and scaleless. When its eyes are open, it is day; when its eyes are closed, it is night; when it breathes, it is winter; when it exhales, it is summer.
The second type of transformation of cosmic light true water, which is missing from the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation, will be completed by relying on the innate supernatural power of this demonic beast.
"Chang Sheng Tang," Lin Yi murmured softly, a flash of cold light passing through his eyes.
Most of the demonic sects in this world regard human life as worthless. For example, the Blood Shadow beside Lin Yi used to practice the "Blood-Sucking Technique," which required him to drink human blood.
Take, for example, the infamous Poison Blood Banner of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect. It is fed with human lives. The more people are killed, the deeper the resentment of the victims when they die, and the stronger the power becomes.
If all members of the evil cult were dragged to the market and beheaded, few would be innocent. Those who can remain untainted by their surroundings and not be assimilated by their environment are always a minority.
Within the valley of Blood Shadow, there were still quite a few cultivators. Under Lin Yi's discerning eye, all of them were shrouded in resentment, the only difference being the degree.
"Let's make use of one of these trash," Lin Yi thought to himself. As a series of blood-red lights flew out from his sleeves, the evil spirits within them automatically pounced on their enemies.
Some survived the transformation of the Blood Shadow into human form and became Blood Shadow No. 2, No. 3, and so on. Others failed to survive and their souls were scattered.
When Lin Yi left the valley, nine bloody shadows appeared behind him.
"Stop killing with killing, control violence with violence, those who obey me will prosper, those who oppose me will perish."
A massive massacre quickly spread, and many minor demonic sects perished in a single day.
Information about a ruthless old man from eight hundred years ago being reborn and calling himself the Heavenly Killer Daoist is rapidly spreading among the righteous and demonic factions.
The Painted Skin Sect is a sect that cultivates the art of demonic cultivation.
When this school of martial arts is fully mastered, the practitioner's flesh and blood will disappear, leaving only a thin layer of skin. They primarily attack opponents using ghostly sound illusions, and can also command a multitude of ghosts.
The most powerful spell is the Skin Transfer spell, which involves covering another person's body with one's own skin to possess and take over their body.
That evening, the setting sun was like blood. But even redder than blood was a river of blood in the sky.
Lin Yi controlled the Blood River Reincarnation Array, leading the Blood Shadow Guards, now numbering thirty-six, as they descended from the sky.
“Senior Tian Sha, we are willing to submit.”
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