Primordial Era: Jade Cauldron Forgot to Take on Disciples

Chapter 57 Trouble Arises

"The big show is about to begin."

Yang Jian's gaze sharpened.

Then a man stepped out; it was none other than Mang, the leader of the Northern Barbarians.

No, it should be "witch".

In White Stone City, the shaman had already used magic to control Mang, in order to cooperate with Zi Shou's plan.

Yang Jian vaguely remembered that Zi Shou seemed to have promised to provide him with a magical artifact to fight against the heavenly tribulation.

That's why he offered his help.

Su Daji went to great lengths, first disguising herself as Su Hu's daughter and infiltrating the allied forces of the feudal lords who were on a campaign against the northern barbarians.

Then, with great effort and even at great personal risk, they managed to bring the 100,000 strong barbarians back to Chaoge as sacrificial offerings.

This barbarian leader was invited by Yuan Futong and presented to Emperor Yi in exchange for his submission.

After all this effort, it's time to reveal the answer.

It is unknown what grand scheme Zi Shou has prepared, which gives him the confidence to stir up trouble during the sacrificial ceremony and seize the throne of Yin Shang.

Yang Jian turned his head and saw that Yuan Futong still had a smug look on his face.

It was thanks to him that Emperor Yi's troubles were resolved.

Clearly, he had no idea that the barbarians' submission was a conspiracy, and he was still immersed in joy.

Yang Jian was filled with anticipation, wondering what kind of expression Yuan Futong would have when he discovered that he was the one who caused this scene after the grand show began.

In the arena, Mang bowed and stepped forward to pay his respects to Emperor Yi.

After receiving permission, they prostrated themselves on the giant tortoise shell.

Observe the patterns closely.

He was shirtless at the moment.

His body was covered in dense tattoos.

If you look at it for too long, it feels as if your soul is being sucked in.

It is quite mysterious and eerie.

Emperor Yi sensed this unusual phenomenon and became somewhat convinced.

Furthermore, since he was a member of a foreign tribe who surrendered, he had no vested interests with many ministers in the court.

That seems quite credible.

A few breaths later, Mang climbed up from the tortoise shell, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply: "Your Majesty, the divination results from the tortoise shell indicate that this sacrificial ceremony will greatly please the Heavenly Emperor and the Earthly Queen."

"Oh? What does pleasure come from?"

Emperor Yi asked in confusion.

Mang calmly replied, "Your Majesty has swept away the Eastern Barbarians, annihilated the Western Barbarians, pacified the Southern Wilderness, and suppressed the Northern Barbarians. At this time, your power extends to all corners of the world, and you have even offered sacrifices of a million people. Therefore, the Yellow Heaven and the Earth are overjoyed."

This result was exactly as the high priest of the Shang Dynasty had said, only the barbarians were praising it even more.

Emperor Yi was overjoyed upon hearing this: "Very well, then let's begin the sacrificial ceremony!"

He had clearly wronged the high priest of the Shang Dynasty.

However, his expression remained unchanged, and he did not utter any words to summon the high priest of the Shang Dynasty back.

A king's word is his bond; this is generally true.

Emperor Yi then announced the commencement of the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven.

Suddenly, a gong rang out.

The smell of blood suddenly became stronger in the air.

Many human beings began to feel uneasy.

But they were tightly chained together and could not move.

He could only watch helplessly as the soldiers behind him chopped off his head one by one.

Blood gushed out, but did not spill onto the ground.

Instead, it flowed abnormally upwards, gathering into a large sphere in mid-air, floating above the Nine Cauldrons.

Yang Jian watched with envy.

These human sacrifices alone represent the lives of millions of souls.

Not to mention the nine bronze cauldrons in the center, which contain the essence accumulated from decades of wars by the Shang Dynasty.

Unfortunately, he could only watch, not move.

Even the Demon Eye was hiding, afraid to come out, lest it lose its temper and take a sip, which would be noticed by the Heavenly Emperor and Earthly Queen.

At that time, Su Daji's charm would not be able to be concealed.

Suddenly, the barbarian chieftain standing next to Emperor Yi began to dance.

The tattoos on his body emitted a strange glow, and the surrounding blood energy gathered firmly towards him.

"King of Yin Shang! Your death is nigh!"

The next instant, he stretched out his finger and pointed it at Emperor Yi.

A beam of red light shot out from his fingertip and flew towards Di Yi.

Emperor Yi's expression changed drastically, and he retreated.

He kept shouting, "Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!"

Wen Zhong reacted the moment the red light appeared, waving his hand. A golden whip flew towards the red light with a series of whistling sounds, but it did not stop it. The red light seemed illusory and passed straight through the golden whip.

The golden whip continued forward, its strike powerful and heavy, smashing the smiling man into a cloud of blood mist.

The incoming red light, like a maggot clinging to a bone, burrowed into Di Yi's body.

Emperor Yi suddenly collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Wen Zhong reacted swiftly, reaching out to support Di Yi. His magical power surged forth, sealing the eerie red light that had entered Di Yi's body.

The next moment, his brows furrowed abruptly, and he saw that Di Yi was aging rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The once smooth skin began to wrinkle, dark spots appeared on the face, and the hair became gray and sparse.

Like an elderly person in their eighties.

Wen Zhong dared not delay, and stretched out his hand, revealing a jade bottle in his palm.

As soon as the jade bottle was opened, a vibrant aura emanated from its opening.

Everyone felt as if they had instantly become several years younger.

Looking down, one could see that on the once smooth stone slab, blades of grass were struggling to grow, and in the blink of an eye, they had formed a verdant expanse.

As Wen Zhong placed the pill into Di Yi's mouth, Di Yi's aging process stopped, though he still retained his aged appearance.

aside.

Although Mang died.

But the abnormality did not stop.

While Wen Zhong was busy taking care of Di Yi.

Where the place had been smashed into a cloud of blood mist, a few glimmers of blue light flickered.

Yang Jian looked closely and realized that it was the tattoo skin that was originally on Mang's body.

Even though its body was broken and no intact bone could be found, its skin was preserved intact.

The next moment, the blood mist surged into the tattoo.

The piece of human skin rose into the air and flew towards the center of the arena.

"Po An Yi~"

A strange vibration resounded all around.

It sounded like a bell tolling.

Yang Jian examined it carefully and realized that it was not the sound of a bell, but singing.

His gaze was fixed on the northwest corner, where the barbarian 100,000 people had been sacrificed.

A mysterious melody was chanted from among the 100,000 people, and a desolate and boundless atmosphere was born.

"What is this?"

Yang Jian turned his head and looked at Su Daji.

Su Daji slowly shook her head, indicating that she didn't know either. She only knew that the barbarian shaman promised to cause chaos in Chaoge.

As for the specifics of how to do it, that was something Zishou would discuss with him.

She was unaware of the entire plan.

"How dare you!"

After Wen Zhong fed the elixir to Emperor Yi, he saw the changes in the scene and seemed to understand something, and suddenly became furious.

His aura surged, and with the shock of his magical power, everyone on the high platform was forced to the ground.

They could only lie down; if they stood, they would be crushed into a lump of flesh by the overwhelming magic.

At this moment, only Yang Jian was still able to stand firm in the arena thanks to his powerful physical body.

But it was also extremely uncomfortable, as if I were 30,000 meters underwater, with immense pressure coming from all parts of my body.

Wen Zhong stretched out his hands, and two golden whips appeared in his hands.

The next second, he appeared above 100,000 barbarian prisoners, channeling his magic into the golden whip in his hand, and slammed it down heavily.

In an instant, the spot where the barbarians had stood was transformed into a sea of ​​blood.

The flat ground turned into a deep pit, from which flowed a mixture of minced meat and bones.

But the chanting did not disappear.

Stripes of blue tattoos rose from the sea of ​​blood, solidifying into a huge piece of human skin, its patterns intertwined, emitting a hazy blue light.

The chanting then began to emanate from the tattoo.

"It really is this formation!"

Wen Zhong frowned, his beard and hair flying, and his black robe clanged as it was billowed by his magical power.

He stretched out his right hand, and the golden whip that was originally in his hand disappeared, replaced by a jade-colored ruyi.

That was the magical treasure of the Golden Spirit Mother, the Dragon-Tiger Jade Ruyi.

Now that this magic weapon is in Wen Zhong's hands, it is completely different from what it used to be.

Wen Zhong then tossed it into the air.

Then, it got dark.

The enormous jade ruyi blotted out the sky.

As the jade ruyi continued to rise into the air, it suddenly plummeted downwards.

As it rushed down, its urine and feces began to shrink back until they occupied half the square.

It was struck towards the tattoo formed from solidified human skin.

"Boom!"

This was merely the beginning of the human sacrifice ritual to heaven.

Countless soldiers were still happily killing the slaves.

The next second, Grand Tutor Wen was seen standing in the sky.

Then it got dark.

As the dragon and tiger jade ruyi scepter crashed down, half of the sacrificial animals and soldiers in the square crowded together.

They turned into blood and flesh, squeezing into the large pit created by the jade ruyi.

"receive!"

Wen Zhong casually waved his hand, and the jade ruyi shrank, flying back into his palm.

The next second, his expression changed drastically.

The human skin has disappeared.

But the blue patterns on the human skin were still there.

At this moment, it was clearly visible that the lines connected on the ground, covering the entire square.

This is a sacrificial ritual formation.

The function of this magic circle at this time.

It was as if all the living beings here were being sacrificed.

To summon a terrifying ancient demon god.

"That shouldn't be the case!"

Wen Zhong frowned in thought. He had some understanding of this formation, and it shouldn't be so strange that it couldn't be broken.

He suddenly remembered that when he had defeated the barbarian leader, the leader also had a blue tattoo on his body, which was also very strange.

But it's not here.

Could it be that...?

He suddenly turned around, his third eye wide open, and looked towards the center of the square.

Those were the sacred bronze tripods used by the Shang Dynasty for worshipping Heaven.

A huge red sphere, formed from the blood of human sacrifices, floats above.

He suddenly saw with his third eye between his eyebrows that a blue light was appearing and disappearing within the red blood sphere, wandering around inside it; it was clearly the tattoo pattern on Mang's body from before.

Clearly, it is the core of the formation, and it is its concealment that has prevented Wen Zhong from completely breaking this strange formation.

Wen Zhong extended his left index and middle fingers, forming a sword finger, which he then pointed diagonally.

The world suddenly darkened, and a bright sword light shot out from between his fingers.

The sword light was golden, and when it flew out, the world fell silent. All that was left in everyone's eyes was the golden sword light moving about in the arena.

The Gengjin sword aura inherent in the sword transformed into invisible, sharp sword energy, cutting through everything around it. Marks appeared on the sea of ​​blood, which took a long time to heal.

The sea of ​​blood was like water, and at this moment it was affected by the sword energy and could not be calmed. This was caused by the invisible impact of the Gengjin sword aura on everything around it.

This is another magical treasure bestowed by the Holy Mother of Golden Spirit, the Flying Golden Sword, a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure.

However, this was not an attack from the Flying Golden Sword. If it were only that, how could it have become the main attack weapon of the Golden Spirit Mother?

He would not bestow it upon Wen Zhong so that he could protect Yang Jian.

Wen Zhong stepped into the air, his left arm retracting to the side. With a massive influx of magical power, the Flying Golden Sword suddenly accelerated, bursting out with dazzling golden light.

Flying towards the blood orb in the air, its target was the strange blue-skinned creature within.

Before the sword energy even arrived, the blood sphere had already been dispersed by the invisible Geng metal evil energy, revealing the strange blue tattooed skin inside, which resembled a human shape.

Under the intense killing energy of Geng metal, the human skin was torn open, revealing a strange, mocking smile.

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