A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

On either side of his neck, and on each shoulder, were two newly born heads, both now turned toward Qiqi.

Their eyes held an undisguised, naked greed.

It was like a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days and three nights seeing a piece of tender and juicy fat.

His eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets; he wasn't even trying to hide them.

Their originally handsome faces began to change.

A child's face is originally round and chubby, which looks quite cute.

But now, the face began to contort, and the skin began to turn red, as if scalded by boiling water, quickly turning into a strange crimson.

His eyes bulged outwards, his pupils turned a cloudy yellow, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

His nose was sunken, with nostrils pointing upwards, revealing two dark holes.

Its mouth grew larger, its lips turned outwards, revealing its gums, and those sharp teeth gleamed with a sinister white light in the twilight.

The boy's face was undergoing the same change.

Two short, curved horns even sprouted from his forehead, like newly sprouted bamboo shoots, looking both comical and ferocious.

The two heads had now completely transformed into terrifying, fanged, and ferocious creatures, forming a grotesque whole with the already ferocious head in the middle.

The toddler's head opened wide, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, falling into the sea of ​​blood with a "drip-drip" sound.

In that childlike yet chilling voice, he murmured to himself, "So much dragon energy... It smells so good... I want to eat it..."

Although the boy didn't speak, his eyes also gleamed with greed, like a beast eyeing its prey, ready to pounce and tear it apart at any moment.

The inner demon Zhu Cheng felt the movement of the two heads on his shoulders and froze instantly.

Cold sweat mixed with blood streamed down his forehead. He was screaming internally—

Holy crap! These two utterly stupid idiots! How dare they do that?! Don't get me involved!!

These two newborn idiots know nothing, yet they dare to stare at people like that—aren't they courting death?!

He was about to explain when he heard Ji Zuodao's voice drift over lightly.

"You're holding your head too high."

The voice was very soft and indifferent, as if it were talking about something trivial.

But when Zhu Cheng, the inner demon, heard these words, he felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe, and his whole body shuddered.

He instinctively lowered his head and plunged it directly into the blood, not daring to even breathe.

Then, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

The excruciating pain came quickly and went quickly.

It was so fast that he didn't even have time to react before it was over.

He heard two soft "plop" sounds, as if something had fallen into the sea of ​​blood.

The inner demon Zhu Cheng slowly raised his head, opened his eyes, and first looked at the original body in the sea of ​​blood, whose head was being pressed down by Ji Zuodao and which was constantly struggling—

The guy was still struggling, flailing his arms and legs wildly, futilely trying to make a fuss.

Then, he looked down at his shoulders.

empty.

The two newly formed heads were gone.

Instead, there were two smooth cuts, from which black blood was seeping out. The blood flowed down his shoulders and dripped into the sea of ​​blood, making a "drip-drip" sound.

He looked at the sea of ​​blood again. Two black shadows were slowly sinking, and the two heads seemed not to have realized what was happening until they sank into the depths of the sea of ​​blood.

Their faces still bore that greedy expression, their eyes were still fixed on Qiqi's direction, and their mouths were still slightly open, as if saying "I want to eat."

Then, they were swallowed up by the sea of ​​blood, without even a ripple.

Ji Zuodao withdrew his hand, flicking away the few drops of black blood on his fingers as if shaking off something dirty.

His movements were casual and natural, as if he were brushing a speck of dust off his clothes.

"These two are clueless. Bring in two new ones. Remember to teach them the rules, or you'll have to make room for other, more obedient and useful heads."

Upon hearing these words, Zhu Cheng, the inner demon, shuddered once more.

He quickly lowered his head and said respectfully, in an almost fawning tone:

"Yes, yes, Master. I will definitely discipline them properly and make sure this kind of mistake won't happen again next time."

His voice contained not a trace of resentment or dissatisfaction, but only a heartfelt respect and obedience.

His attitude, his tone, his posture—it was like a loyal old servant professing his loyalty to his master.

Because he knew that in this sea of ​​blood, Ji Zuodao was heaven, earth, and the god who ruled over everything.

This is one of the abilities of Ji Zuodao's divine power, the Netherworld Blood Sea.

The Netherworld Blood Sea, with its churning waves of blood and rampant malevolence, is utterly yin and vile.

This sea of ​​blood is not something to be trifled with.

This sea of ​​blood is filled with endless resentment and malevolent energy.

Ordinary Qi cultivators wouldn't last long if they fell into this sea of ​​blood.

Those resentments and malevolent energy will be like countless venomous snakes, crawling into their bodies through their pores, impacting their spiritual center, and corroding their Dao heart.

Before long, they will be consumed by those evil thoughts, their minds will collapse, and they will fall into the demonic path.

Their bodies will also be corrupted by the malevolent energy in the sea of ​​blood, undergoing mutations—

Its skin will turn crimson, its bones will twist and deform, its muscles will swell and proliferate, and it may even grow extra arms and a head, transforming into a half-human, half-ghost monster.

That kind of monster is called Asura.

These Asuras will henceforth become an integral part of Himezado Shintsu.

Within this Netherworld Blood Sea, Ji Zuodao can command the Asuras.

Once the decree was issued, none dared to disobey.

All Asuras must obey his orders without any room for negotiation.

Although Zhu Cheng was protected by dragon energy, which could resist the erosion of those resentful and evil spirits to a considerable extent, it was still not enough.

It's true that dragon energy can help him remove negative influences, it's true that it can help him withstand the impact of evil thoughts, and it's true that it can automatically counterattack when he's about to succumb to demonic possession.

But as long as he soaks in this sea of ​​blood, those resentments and malevolent energy will relentlessly assault his mind, wave after wave, without stopping, like an endless tide.

The dragon's aura can be blocked for a time, but not forever.

What Ji Zuodao needs to do now is to slowly wear him down.

People with dragon energy cannot be killed directly.

He did a lot of research on this matter.

He didn't understand before and thought that dragon energy could only make people luckier and quicker to react.

But he later learned that dragon energy was far more complex than he had imagined.

Dragon energy is essentially a personification of fortune.

It is a product of the collective will of a dynasty, a country, and a nation.

Those who possess the aura of the dragon are not simply lucky; they carry a destiny bestowed upon them.

If you casually kill someone who possesses dragon energy, that dragon energy will go out of control and fight you to the death.

It won't reason with you, it won't negotiate with you, and it won't give you any time to react.

It only does one thing—self-destruct.

Then they'll bring you a natural disaster.

This story wasn't made up by Ji Zuodao; it's based on a historical account.

The most classic example is Liu Xiu.

Emperor Guangwu of Han was undoubtedly a person blessed with the aura of a dragon.

In the Battle of Kunyang, Liu Xiu's opponent, Wang Mang, whom later generations jokingly referred to as a time traveler, led an army of 400,000 men and marched in with great force.

What did Liu Xiu have under his command? Less than 20,000 men.

This battle seems impossible to fight no matter how you look at it.

But what was the result?

It is said that Wang Mang pushed Liu Xiu too far, almost killing him, which angered the imperial aura.

Upon seeing this, Long Qi exclaimed, "Good heavens, are you trying to kill my chosen one?"

Fine, if you're unjust, I'll be unjust too.

The dragon's energy exploded, pulling down a meteorite.

The meteorite struck Wang Mang's army camp with perfect accuracy, scattering his 400,000-strong army into chaos and utter defeat.

Liu Xiu won just like that.

Therefore, we cannot kill them directly.

If you kill Zhu Chengzai directly, and his dragon aura explodes, who knows what kind of thing will come down with it?

It has to be ground slowly, like cutting meat with a dull knife, little by little.

Do not give the dragon's energy a chance to fully activate, and let it keep saving Zhu Cheng.

There's a saying that goes something like this: "There are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not fields that are ruined by plowing."

Under such repeated tug-of-war, Zhu Cheng will eventually be driven mad.

His spirit will collapse, his will will crumble, and his faith in Tao will shatter.

At that time, he will completely fall into the demonic path and become an Asura—

An Asura whose interior had completely transformed into the shape of Himezakudo.