Chapter 117 What is sought?
Lin Yi didn't bother to answer; he simply showed his decision through his actions.
Submission? What a joke.
The Painted Skin Sect uses humans to create ghosts, and its resentment is overwhelming. Such a sect is a cancer on the development of humanity. The amount of holy virtue that can be obtained by eradicating such a sect is considerable.
The Painted Skin Sect disappeared just like that. The entire Upper Mountain Gate was cleansed by Lin Yi with the Blood River, leaving it bare, but without its former gloom and darkness.
Lin Yi scattered some seeds here, then pointed his finger, and water vapor immediately gathered in the sky, turning into a drizzle that fell down.
I believe that it won't be long before this place becomes a beautiful mountain.
Amidst the drizzling rain, a woman dressed in a peach-colored silk robe, with an exceptionally beautiful face and graceful figure, walked slowly by, holding an oil-paper umbrella. Her captivating charm made her seem like a fairy descended from the heavens.
The woman in red parted her lips slightly and said, "Senior Tian Sha slaughtered an entire sect and wiped out a whole family within half a month. Eighteen sects of my Holy Sect have vanished into thin air. He truly has a great bloodthirstiness."
Lin Yi stood with his hands behind his back and said without turning his head, "The Hehuan Sect, the Three Wonders."
"It is indeed I," the Fairy of Three Wonders replied softly.
Lin Yi's voice came through, saying, "There are some things you don't understand."
Fairy Sanmiao bowed gracefully and said, "Please enlighten me, Senior Tiansha."
Lin Yi looked up at the sky and said, "The human world has become filthy again." His indifferent voice carried a ruthless divine intent, as if he were a god or demon high above, looking down on all things in the human world.
All of Fairy Sanmiao's carefully prepared remarks were kept to herself.
"Senior, are you really going to insist on going your own way? This is no longer the time when the Blood Refining Hall unified the Demonic Sect and dominated the world." Fairy Sanmiao made a final effort.
"I will ascend to the Holy Temple in half a month. This is your last chance," Lin Yi also gave an ultimatum.
Lady Sanmiao has left.
Soon after, a seven-colored divine light descended from the sky. Lin Yi put away the Supreme Ship and then led the Blood Shadow Guards to continue their attack on the next branch of the Demonic Sect.
Two weeks passed quickly.
Deep in the wilderness of Northwest China, an ancient, imposing stone palace, weathered by countless years, slowly opened its doors.
Elites from the four major factions of the Demonic Sect—the Hall of Longevity, the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, the Joyful Union Sect, and the Ghost King Sect—gathered together.
Three men and one woman stood at the entrance of the temple.
Time passed slowly, and the oldest of the four, an old man with snow-white hair, suddenly sighed and said, "The idea of reincarnation has always been a vague and unfounded belief. I never thought that one day when the senior of the Demonic Sect would return, we would be the first to suffer."
Fairy Sanmiao said, "With Senior Poison God in charge, we will surely be able to get through this calamity safely."
The old man, known as the "Poison God," waved his hand and said, "Fairy, you jest. Didn't we already discuss this? This important matter will be overseen by Brother Yu Yangzi of the Longevity Hall. We are just pawns."
As he spoke, he turned to a middle-aged man standing on his left and said, "Isn't that right, Brother Yuyangzi? Hehe."
Yu Yangzi, the leader of the Longevity Hall, one of the four major sects of the Demonic Cult, has eyebrows that reach his temples and is extremely handsome. He looks like a man in his early thirties, but in fact he has been a member of the Demonic Cult for hundreds of years.
After several discussions, Yu Yangzi was elected as the person in charge of this important event, and he couldn't help but feel a little proud. He laughed and said, "The Heavenly Killer Daoist is acting against the natural order. Today, we will definitely demand justice from him."
"Well said," a middle-aged scholar standing on the right clapped his hands in praise. This man was none other than the current Ghost King of the Ghost King Sect of the Demonic Cult.
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Just a hundred miles away from the Desolate Temple, elites from the three major righteous sects gathered, also paying close attention to the development of this event.
During this month, not only were the members of the Demonic Sect in a state of panic, but the righteous sects were also baffled, yet they dared not be careless in the slightest.
If the Heavenly Slaughter Daoist were to truly subdue the four major sects of the Demonic Cult and the entire Demonic Cult were to be reintegrated into one, that would be an incredibly terrifying thing.
Neither the demonic sect nor the righteous path escaped Lin Yi's eyes.
Blood Shadow Number One looked at the young man in front of him, but had no way of knowing what the other was thinking.
As the sun sets, it's time to get started.
An endless stream of magical power flowed from the Supreme Ship, and Lin Yi activated the Blood River Reincarnation Array, creating a blood river that stretched for hundreds of miles and poured down towards the Desolate Holy Temple.
The river of blood carries countless silt and sand. The blood erodes the divine sand, and the combined attack of water and sand amplifies their power a hundredfold.
The restrictions on the Desolate Temple were quickly broken, and some disciples with weak magical power died immediately.
"Brother Yuyangzi, hurry up and make your move!" Fairy Sanmiao urged. Training female disciples of the Hehuan Sect is more difficult than that of other sects.
Yu Yangzi took out a bone flute and began to play it.
A dragon's roar resounded, and a colossal creature crawled out from the ground—it was the demonic beast Zhulong, the guardian of the temple.
One hundred and eight blood shadows flew out from the blood river and rushed towards the Candle Dragon.
Streaks of blood-red light crisscrossed, forming a large net, aiming to capture the monster in one fell swoop.
However, all the blood shadows suddenly slowed down after they got close to the Candle Dragon.
The Poison God, the Ghost King, Yu Yangzi, and the Three Wonders Fairy attacked simultaneously, unleashing a dazzling array of colorful and powerful spells that instantly shattered several bloody shadows.
Although he was reborn from the river of blood the next moment, his aura was obviously weakened.
Lin Yi stood at the source of the Blood River, completely ignoring the struggles of the Poison God and the others below. From the moment he made his decision, the outcome was already predetermined.
In this world, there are not many forces that can change his decision. Apart from the Zhuxian Sword Formation of Qingyun Sect and the Beast God in the Demon Suppression Cave of Southern Xinjiang, there are only the complete versions of the Four Spirits Blood Formation and the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon Formation.