This god is really evil

Chapter 111 The True God Wants % Saltpeter, % Sulfur, and % Carbon Powder

As he spoke, a tall figure walked out from the darkness and entered the bloody sacrificial formation.

This was a sturdy middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears, wearing a felt hat and a cotton coat. There were some blood stains on the cotton coat. He looked a bit like a butcher in the village.

Yu Pianran and Li Yan were both wearing feather masks at this time. They no longer acted like little girls in front of Li Yan. They looked proud and inviolable. They said calmly:

"High Priest Fan Zhi, is this how your religion treats guests?"

The butcher-like man in front of him was none other than Fan Zhi, the high priest of the Blood Spirit Cult.

It is said that this man really worked as a butcher in a county town when he was young, and he also opened his own pig slaughtering stall. However, one day he was suddenly inspired by the True Lord Xue Ling, and he killed all 17 members of his family like crazy, and even sold "pork" for a while.

After the incident was exposed, he killed all 69 people from five families in the neighborhood, then escaped from the county and fled into Tuo Mountain. After a few years, he practiced successfully, joined the Blood Spirit Sect, and gradually sat on the position of high priest.

Before, Yu Pianran led the Yuhua Society to secretly fight against the Blood Spirit Cult. Dozens of believers died at the hands of the high priest Fan Chi alone, including two senior Yu masters, who he hated to the core.

But now the situation is stronger than us, and private cooperation is a last resort.

As he spoke, a violent feathered evil force suddenly burst out from Yu Pianran's body, and countless phantoms of birds formed in the void, flying in all directions.

The Blood Spirit Cultists, who originally had ferocious faces, could not help but become a little agitated at this moment, and were obviously not as calm as before.

Fan Zhi laughed wildly and said:

"We in the Divine Religion have always been informal and don't like to talk nonsense. Since the High Priest has come, it means that he has agreed to the previous conditions. Let's let this Holy Son help our Divine Religion communicate with God as soon as possible, so that we can see whether what you said is true."

Hearing this, Yu Pianran's eyes suddenly turned over, revealing two other pupils, and said grimly:

"The Holy Son of Yuhua is of high status. It is a great honor for me to be able to communicate with the gods for you. High Priest, please do not be ungrateful! Otherwise, I can also communicate with the gods for you!"

Seeing that pair of pupils, Fan Zhi's originally calm expression finally became solemn, and he said grimly:
"The double pupils of the deep and deep..."

Then he laughed and said:

"We are sorry for being rude. Come here, please find a seat for the Holy Son of Yuhua and the High Priest, and bring the three Yu Masters up."

As they were talking, someone immediately brought in two armchairs for Li Yan and Yu Pianran to sit on.

At the same time, three more people with cloth bags covering their heads were brought over.

The cloth bag covering their heads was taken off, revealing three middle-aged people with pale faces, two men and one woman. When they saw Yu Pianran, they were startled at first, and then said in a trembling voice:
"Grand sacrificial wine!"

The woman even shed tears.

They were none other than the three Feather Masters from the Feathering Society who had been captured by the Blood Spirit Cult earlier.

After being captured by the Blood Spirit Cult, they were locked up in a dungeon, where their blood was sucked out every day. They became extremely weak, but they never expected that they would ever see the light of day again.

Knowing that it was Yu Pianran who came to save them, the three of them were so excited that they could hardly control themselves.

Fan Zhi smiled grimly and said:

"This is the deposit. After the matter is completed, I will also give you the eight hundred followers. I just don't know if this Holy Son is worthy of his name and can really communicate with gods."

According to what Yu Pianran had said to Fan Chi before, Li Yan, the Holy Son of Yuhua, had divine powers, but he did not reveal any information about being chosen by God.

Li Yan, who was wearing a red feather mask at this time, stood up and walked into the sacrificial formation. Without even looking at Fan Chi, he said calmly:

"let's start."

Fan Zhi's eyes twitched and he grinned:
"Okay! I don't think you dare to deceive me! Kill the pigs and set up the formation!"

As he was speaking, the screams of ghosts and wolves howling suddenly rang out in the darkness around him. It turned out to be a group of Blood Spirit followers hiding in the darkness of the inn, mutilating themselves and crying.

Li Yan had seen the sacrificial ceremony of the Yuhua Society before, so he was no longer surprised by this thing.

A few screams were heard, and at the four corners of the magic circle, four Blood Spirit cultists stabbed their own hearts with knives and fell to the ground. Blood spread everywhere, instantly stained the spell in the magic circle.

Fan Chi let out a strange shouting sound, like the roar of a wild beast, and a strange evil power with a bloody smell surged in his body. He held a rusty butcher knife in his hand and suddenly stabbed it into the ground.

Immediately, the magic circle in the courtyard was suddenly activated, and the smell of blood filled the entire inn. Along with it came the evil power that emerged from the void, and... the breath of the underworld!

In addition to the breath of the underworld, there was also an extremely strong smell of blood, a smell that Li Yan was very familiar with.

It was exactly the aura of True Lord Blood Spirit whom he had seen in the Netherworld Divine Prison before.

He couldn't help but feel happy that this group of Blood Spirit Cult followers actually found the whereabouts of Blood Spirit True Lord and connected to his location!
Li Yan was standing in the formation at this time, muttering something, and suddenly raised his hands and danced wildly, as if he had been electrocuted. Then he closed his eyes and screamed loudly, with fear in his voice:

"What is this!? Blood! Why is there so much blood!? The Eye of the True Spirit! A bloody vortex! A bloody vortex! Covering the sky and blocking out the sun, it's the Blood Spirit True God!"

Hearing this, Fan Chi's eyes widened and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

The blood-colored vortex, the eye of the true spirit, this was exactly the scene he saw when he dreamed of the appearance of the True Lord Blood Spirit when he was young!
He had never mentioned this scene to anyone, and the terrifying blood-colored vortex even became his nightmare for a time. He did not expect that the Holy Son in front of him could describe it accurately.

He really can communicate with gods!

The whole body of the Immortal Saint was trembling, as if he had seen the most terrifying existence. He then said, "The True God is so great! This blood-colored vortex, the eye of the True Spirit, contains the world! If I could see this, I would die without regrets!"

"Please forgive me, Blood Spirit True God! I believe in Yuhua True God, and I am just a messenger for the Blood Spirit Divine Religion. Please forgive me, True God! If True God needs anything, please tell me!"

At this time, the evil power of the blood spirit was spreading in the magic circle, and the red mist enveloped everything, even to the point where you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

Following the words of the Immortal Son of God, all the Blood Spirit believers present seemed to see the blood-colored vortex that covered the sky and the sun and contained the world inside, and the terrifying true form of the Blood Spirit True Lord!
At this point they had completely believed that this Holy Son of Yuhua was truly able to communicate with the gods and was really meeting the True Lord of Blood Spirit!
Then the Saint of Yuhua suddenly pretended to listen and said:

"Yes, I understand. Thank you for the True God's forgiveness. I will definitely tell the Blood Spirit Cult's followers about this! I will die with no regrets if I can see the True God!"

As he spoke, his body suddenly twitched wildly and he fell to the ground.

The evil power and blood-colored mist that enveloped the entire magic circle also began to dissipate rapidly at this time.

Yu Pianran frowned, waved her hand, and a feather flew, supporting Li Yan's body and bringing him in front of her, her brows full of worry.

The Blood Spirit Cult's High Priest Fan Zhi didn't care about anything else at this moment, and quickly rushed to Li Yan and asked anxiously:

"True God... What did the True God say? When will the True God come? Where is the temple?!"

When he heard Li Yan describe the appearance of the true God, he already understood that the other party must have seen True Lord Blood Spirit, otherwise it would be impossible for him to describe the appearance of the true God so accurately.

Now he was even more eager to know what the Blood Spirit True God had said.

Their prayers and sacrifices would occasionally receive a response from the true God, but the response was always disorganized, and sometimes believers would even have their blood drained from them by the sudden arrival of great power.

However, the true God has always been unpredictable and indescribable, and his power is unfathomable, which is nothing.

Now, the Holy Son before him had obviously really seen the true God and received the oracle, so he must get to the bottom of it!

The eyes of the Feathered Saint slowly opened from under his mask. He looked extremely weak and said in a trembling voice:

"Since I have already seen the true God, listened to the oracle, and consumed my soul, I ask the high priest to keep his promise and release the three Feather Masters."

Fan Chi nodded and winked at his men beside him. The three feather masters, whose hands and feet were tied and their bodies were sealed with special runes, were immediately freed from their restraints and ropes and released.

Although these three were weak, after they were freed, they immediately ran wildly behind Yu Pianran, with the power of Yuhua surging in their bodies. They looked vigilantly at the Blood Spirit Cult followers around them, protecting the Son of God and the High Priest.

Then the Feathered Saint nodded with satisfaction, moved his lips, and continued in a trembling voice:

"The True God... The True God needs 75% saltpeter, 15% sulfur, and 10% carbon powder. They need to be made into powder in a secret room and stirred with a wooden stick. They must not come into contact with iron objects. Then they need to be compacted and wrapped in cloth into a five-foot square block before being offered as a sacrifice to the True God."

Upon hearing this, the high priest of the Blood Spirit Cult, Fan Zhi, was stunned and didn't understand what this meant.

Saltpeter, sulfur, and carbon powder must also be ground into powder, stirred evenly with a wooden stick, and not allowed to come into contact with iron tools, and compacted into cubes.

This sacrifice is really too weird, what does it mean?
But such a strange sacrifice actually sounds more real.

After all, ordinary people can’t even make up such a weird thing, let alone such a strict proportion.

Fan Zhi frowned and asked:

"What does the Blood Spirit God want this thing for? Did He say how much He wanted? Also, did He mention where the remains of His temple are?"

The head of the Feathered Saint was shaking like a rattle, and he said:

"The Blood Spirit True God did not mention the location of the True God Temple. He only said that the sooner the sacrifice is made, the better. The more the better. He has a great need for it and needs it urgently."

Li Yan then stood up straight with the help of Yu Pianran and said to Fan Zhi:
"High Priest, I have completed my spiritual enlightenment. My soul has been greatly depleted and I need to rest. I will not elaborate further. I also ask that you keep your promise and release my eight hundred followers."

Yu Pianran shook her head slightly and said guiltily:
"The Holy Son has actually lost his soul. If I had known this earlier, I would definitely not have agreed to your divine communication for the Blood Spirit Divine Religion!"

Previously, I thought that it was very easy for the chosen one to communicate with the gods, but now seeing the weak appearance of the Holy Son Li Yan, it is obvious that he has suffered a great loss. He was originally unable to practice, and his body was weaker than that of an ordinary person. After this communication with the gods, I don’t know how I can recover...

Thinking about how the Holy Son Li Yan had worked so hard for Yuhua, but she had been deceiving him all along, Yu Pianran felt even more guilty. The pain brought by the guilt continued to torment her heart.

Li Yan half leaned on Yu Pianran and said with a forced smile:

"It's okay, just take a good sleep, High Priest, we shouldn't stay here for long."

Yu Pianran nodded, without even looking at Fan Chi. Her double pupils moved, and her feather-transforming power burst out. She used the spirit feather light body technique, wrapping the three feather masters who had just been rescued around her, and soared into the sky like a giant bird. Then she floated over the roof and wall of the inn, disappeared into the snowy night, and floated away.

The Blood Spirit Cultists in the courtyard watched Yu Pianran lead Li Yan and others away. A leader hurriedly asked Fan Chi:

"High Priest, are we just going to let them go like this? Are you going to stop them?"

Fan Zhi's face was sinister. He looked at the direction where the Yuhua Society members were leaving and shook his head slightly.
"That Immortal Saint has already seen the True God. It would be ominous to stop him..."

Then he shouted loudly:

"Prepare saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal immediately! Offer a sacrifice to the true God!"

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(I wish my brothers and sisters a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a happy family!)
(End of this chapter)