Sacrifice my child to the evil spirit? I will turn into a zombie to take revenge

Chapter 111 Fortune and misfortune are interdependent, the ancient shaman reappears in the world!

"Master Xuanzong, Sect Leader Qingxuan, and fellow Taoists, I may disappoint you. The whereabouts of our great-grandmaster is still unknown." Xiao Beichen walked up to the two of them, bowed, and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

Although the Xuanxin Sect is as famous as the Dainichi Tathagata Sect, Xuanxin, Qingxuan and Mu Nanfeng are from the same period. Therefore, they are Xiao Beichen's predecessors and should be treated with due courtesy.

Xiao Beichen's voice was not loud, just loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

"As expected, the world will be destroyed when the bell of destruction rings."

"It seems that the rumors back then were true. There is no way to escape this disaster."

"I don't know if my old bones can handle it."

After learning the news that Mu Nanfeng was missing and the whereabouts of the Xuanxin Mysterious Secret Art were unknown, the expressions of those who had originally seen hope became gloomy again.

"Everything has a cause. We avoided the world and did not want to be contaminated by worldly karma, which led to the evil demons causing chaos in the world and the suffering of all living beings. This caused the "Book of Chaos and Chaos" to reappear, the absolute evil was born, and the catastrophe came to the world. This is the result."

Xuanzong's face still had the same expression, without any joy on it. Just as he said, all this was cause and effect.

He had made the same choice as Mu Nanfeng, but when he returned from experiencing the past lives, he realized that it was unavoidable in the mortal world, but the price of realizing this truth was too high.

If these righteous sects had not retreated from the world, eliminated demons, defended the way, and upheld justice, how could the current situation have come about? Without the publication of the "Book of the Chaos and Troubled Times", the extremely vicious Zombie Emperor would not have appeared.

This so-called catastrophe was the result of the accumulation of their past passivity and avoidance of the world.

Xuanzong's words made most of the people present lower their heads unconsciously. His original intention of seclusion from the world was to avoid cause and effect, but he never thought that seclusion from the world would also fall into cause and effect.

"The Demon Sealing Formation has been broken. Since there is no chance to repair it, then just leave it unsealed. What's wrong with killing instead of sealing?" Qingxuan's eyes were sharp, and a sword intent rose from his body into the sky. A sword practitioner should be fearless.

Seeing the sect leader's sword intent pointing to the sky, the three elders of Shushan also burst out with terrifying sword intent at the first moment, resonating with the three thousand demon-slaying sword formation in the air. The extremely strong sword intent seemed to tear apart purgatory and strangle all the evil spirits.

"What a great idea of ​​replacing ennoblement with punishment!" A gleam of light flashed in Xiao Beichen's eyes. All these years since his uncle-master left with the Xuanxin Mysterious Secret Art, the Xuanxin Sect has been searching everywhere for his whereabouts, while at the same time not wanting to be involved in the cause and effect and gradually faded out of public sight.

The world is in danger now. There is no place to hide from the world. It is time to stand up and make up for the mistakes made in these years of seclusion.

The overwhelming sword will of the Shushan people ignited the long-dormant blood of the people. What about the evil demons? We cultivators should use the magic swords in our hands to kill the demons and defend the way.

"But can we really destroy the evil demon?" When everyone was ready to fight, a barely audible voice sounded in the crowd.

Everyone present was a cultivator with sharp ears and eyes. Even though the voice was faint, they could still hear it clearly. That simple sentence was like a bucket of ice-cold water poured over their heads, and the fighting spirit that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished.

Even so, no one in the audience stood up to accuse him. Everyone knew in their hearts that he was telling the truth. His fighting spirit and boiling blood were only temporary after all. The reality was before them and they had to face it.

They all knew what purgatory was. Thousands of years ago, demons and monsters were wreaking havoc on the world. Jiang Shang mobilized the entire human race, summoned countless powerful men, and paid an unimaginable price to suppress them under the ruins of Kunlun.

Over thousands of years, the demons will only become more powerful. Can they compare with the great sages and wise men of the past?
Not to mention the distant past, the ancestors of Nanmao and Beima tried their best and paid a huge price to seal the True Ancestor's generals and ministers by chance. The evil spirits at the level of the True Ancestor are no longer able to be killed by ordinary means. Even the Purple Extreme Sky Thunder can't do anything to them, let alone them.

And in purgatory, there are many beings more terrifying than generals and ministers. What can they use to resist?
Xiao Beichen did not expect the change to come so quickly. Everyone who was excited a second ago became depressed in an instant. In essence, the problem lies with Xuanxin Zhengzong. If his uncle-master was still alive, with the power of Xuanxin Mysterious Art, he could seal Kunlun Ruins again. Unfortunately, there is no if in the world.

Seeing everyone dejected, Qing Xuan just sighed. Shushan is not afraid, but in the troubled times, what can Shushan do alone? After all, it is just a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"Good fortune and misfortune are interdependent. It is a catastrophe in troubled times, but also an opportunity to defy heaven. Everything is predetermined in the dark." Xuanzong slowly stood up, clasped his hands together, neither happy nor sad, without explanation, he looked past the crowd and looked in the direction of the former site of the Hall of Eternal Life.

"I've long said that these thieves will get their comeuppance. Now it's come true. The cowshed has been dug up." A playful voice broke the solemn atmosphere of Kunlun Mountain, and everyone looked in the direction the voice came from.

A young girl with a backpack slung across her body was sitting on the site of the old Changsheng Palace at some point, shaking her long white legs with an innocent look on her face. She was wearing a white short-sleeved top and three-quarter jeans, exuding the innocence of a young girl.

The eyes of everyone present were all attracted to the girl, or to be more precise, to the divine mask that was slanted over the girl's head.

The aura emanating from the mask was extremely ancient and mysterious, which made people feel awe. Even people like Xuanzong and Qingxuan had a look of surprise in their eyes at this moment.

That kind of awe comes from the heart, is instinctive, and is completely uncontrollable.

"Ancient Shaman" Xuanzong stared at the mask on the girl's head, and after a long while, he slowly uttered two words.

They were not unfamiliar with Shamans, a legend recorded in ancient books, which had existed in the world since the time of the ancestors of the human race, with a history far beyond the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. No one knew their origins, but everyone knew that "ancient Shaman" meant the agent of the ancient gods.

Since Jiang Shang was deified, ancient shamans gradually disappeared. Even the shamans who remained in later generations to worship immortals and gods gradually disappeared after leaving behind many legends.

But no one would have thought that when catastrophe strikes, the ancient shaman would reappear in the world.

Even though the girl in front of him didn't seem to have anything to do with the ancient shaman, the aura of the ancient god emanating from the mask with divine patterns could not be faked.

“Wow, I didn’t expect that someone still knows about the ancient shaman.” The girl jumped down from the ruins, brushed the dust off her hands, and walked briskly to Xuanzong.

"Monk, since you know the ancient shaman, you might as well guess the purpose of my trip." The girl blinked her watery eyes and looked at Xuanzong with interest.

"I can't guess." Xuanzong clasped his hands together, looked at his nose and his heart, and responded solemnly.

"It's really boring." The girl pursed her lips and muttered, then looked up at the purple vortex swirling in the air and spread her hands. "Time is running out. I don't want to play anymore."

The girl slightly parted her red lips and softly chanted an obscure and ancient sacrificial text. With a wave of her hand, the mask with divine patterns on her head was slanted over her delicate face.

Suddenly, the wind stopped, the clouds ceased, even the swirling purple vortex in the sky stopped at this moment, and an eternal breath overflowed from the girl. Thunder and lightning poured down, wrapping around the girl's arms, slowly lifting her petite body towards the sky.

(End of this chapter)