Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

Chapter 295 Blood Demon

The Mysterious Realm, deep underground.

Chang Le City was built on a wasteland, and beneath the wasteland lies another space.

In the endless darkness, a coffin floats silently in mid-air.

The coffin was entirely blood red, with faint incantations appearing on its surface.

At that moment, the coffin suddenly trembled slightly.

Above the Ghost Realm, the sound of the White Bone Heart-Locking Hammer striking with all its might pierced through the rocks and reached the space where the coffin was located.

The lid slid open slightly without anyone noticing.

Crimson blood-like vapor gushed out from the cracks, as thick as blood plasma.

A withered, emaciated hand reached out from the coffin, gripped the edge of the coffin, and gently pushed it.

The coffin lid slid off completely and fell into the darkness below, so that the sound of it hitting the ground could not be heard.

The person in the coffin opened their eyes, which were completely red.

There were no pupils, no whites of the eyes, only a flowing crimson color.

"Without flesh and blood, the injuries heal too slowly."

He didn't remember how long he had been asleep.

Fifty years? One hundred years? Or longer?

He didn't count them on purpose.

Counting days is something only living people do.

He hasn't been considered a living person for a long time.

He raised his head, his completely red eyes piercing through the rocks above, through the ruins of Chang Le City, through the dissipating blood mist, and landing in the direction of the exit of the Ghost Realm.

There, you can feel the presence of human beings.

Humans, full of vitality and brimming with life.

His throat bobbed slightly, and he closed his eyes, as if savoring something.

Fresh flesh and blood, I haven't tasted it in so long.

"Without flesh and blood, the injuries heal too slowly."

He raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and gently pressed it towards the top of his head.

His entire body transformed into a streak of blood-red light, soaring into the sky.

Wherever the blood-red light passed, rocks melted, soil evaporated, and a circular hole about ten feet in diameter was pierced through the earth.

The speed was unbelievable.

In the blink of an eye, it pierced through hundreds of feet of ground, drawing a dazzling arc in mid-air, and flew towards the exit of the eerie realm.

On the ground, Cen Du was leading the last few Xuan Yin Zhai disciples in a frantic escape toward the exit.

He was a steward of Xuan Yin Zhai and had served under Gu Yunzhou for ten years.

Now that the Sacred Flower has been destroyed, the sect leader has been killed, and the Xuan Yin Zhai is finished.

But he didn't want to die.

As long as they escape the strange realm, the world is vast, and there will always be a place for them to stay.

"Hurry up, everyone keep up!"

Cen Du glanced back in the direction of Chang Le City and urged the people behind him.

"Butler...butler!"

The disciple in second place caught up with him, panting heavily, and asked, "We're out of the Ghost Realm, where are we going?"

Cen Du didn't even turn his head. "Let's just take a ship to Southeast Asia. The foundation of Xuan Yin Zhai is gone, but the people are still here."

"But...the sect leader..."

"The sect leader is dead!"

He whirled around, glared at the disciple, and said, "From this day forward, you are forbidden to mention the name Xuan Yin Zhai, and you are forbidden to mention the name Gu Yunzhou, do you hear me!"

The disciple trembled under his glare, nodded repeatedly, and dared not slow down.

The five of them ran for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and the fog ahead gradually thinned, while the air became increasingly fresh.

The exit of the Ghost Realm was not far ahead. The crack hung in mid-air, like a torn wound, with a faint light emanating from its edges.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Cen Du's eyes.

almost.

We'll be able to get out in a few dozen more feet.

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened.

A streak of blood-red light streaked across the sky at incredible speed, reaching their heads in the blink of an eye.

The bloody light didn't stop; it crashed straight onto the ground three zhang in front of the group.

"boom!"

The ground was smashed into a large crater, with debris flying everywhere, and the shockwave knocked Cen Du and several disciples to the ground.

Crimson mist billowed from the pit, thick like congealed blood, turning the surrounding air a dark red.

Cen Du was lying on the ground when he saw the person who came, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

There was a person standing in the pit.

He was an extremely tall man, at least eight feet tall, but as thin as a bamboo pole.

The shoulder blades are prominently raised, and each vertebra of the spine is clearly visible.

His hair swayed in the blood mist, and his completely red eyes swept over the few people on the ground as if he were examining food on a plate.

"What...what are you?"

Cen Du's mind went blank, and even his voice was trembling.

This person's aura was even more eerie than Gu Yunzhou's at his peak.

"Long ago, those righteous scoundrels called me the Blood Demon."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a rusty quality from not speaking for a long time.

He said this in a very calm tone, without any emotional fluctuation.

Cen Du's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

Blood Demon.

He had never heard of this name.

There is no record of such a thing in the Xuan Yin Zhai's books, and no one has ever mentioned it.

But the words "this seat" sent a chill down his spine.

Anyone who dares to call themselves "this one" must be at least an old monster at the Ning Sha level or above.

The Blood Demon's gaze swept over the group, then he shook his head. "You lot are too weak."

"If your blood and qi are too mixed, it won't be of much use."

"but..

'

The other person raised their right hand, and their withered fingers slowly spread out in front of them.

"It's better than nothing."

Cen Du's mind went blank with alarm bells. He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the copper coin sword in his hand.

The copper coin sword suddenly flashed with a dazzling golden light and shot towards the Blood Demon's face.

At the same time, his body suddenly leaned back, his toes touched the ground, and he was launched backward.

The Blood Demon didn't even move.

The copper coin sword flew to within three feet of him before crashing into an invisible wall.

A burst of golden light erupted, and the copper coins, still spinning in mid-air, melted one after another, turning into molten copper droplets that fell to the ground with a hissing sound.

His five fingers slowly clenched.

Cen Du, who was in mid-air, froze, his skin began to turn red, and his blood suddenly began to boil.

Fresh blood gushed from countless pores, turning into wisps of blood mist that flew towards the opponent's palm.

Under the horrified gazes of the group, Cen Du's body shrank at a visible speed, his lips contracted, revealing a row of withered yellow teeth.

In the blink of an eye, a living person was turned into a dried-up corpse.

The other four followed in Cen Du's footsteps at almost the same time.

Blood gushed from their bodies, converging into four blood streaks in mid-air as they flew toward the Blood Demon.

The Blood Demon opened its mouth and inhaled the blood lines in one gulp. Its withered cheeks plumped up at an eerie speed, and a faint blush appeared on its dark red skin.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his bloodshot eyes.

"Pah, what a weird taste."

"A single drop of essence blood from a cultivator at the Condensation Realm is worth a hundred of yours."

The Blood Demon's gaze returned to the depths of the Ghost Realm, and he slowly licked his lips.

The desolate wilderness within the ghost realm was gloomy, with an endless leaden-gray sky overhead and overgrown paths underfoot.

The ruins of Chang Le City in the distance had become a blurry silhouette. The surroundings were so empty that it was unsettling. Only the wind swept fine sand across the ground, making a low, mournful sound.

Chen Mo placed the exhausted Tangyuan on his shoulder and slowly walked towards the exit.

At the same time, his fingertips trembled slightly, and the shadow beneath his feet quietly spread out in all directions.

Tangyuan was already exhausted from crying on her shoulder.

The little guy buried his head in Chen Mo's collar, his furry body swaying gently with the rhythm of his walk, occasionally letting out a nasal whimper.

Its tail curled around Chen Mo's neck, fine and soft, like a black and white velvet scarf.

Ahead, Yin Sutang and the round-faced woman were standing under a locust tree.

Yin Sutang leaned against the tree trunk, her face still pale, the White Bone Heart-Locking Hammer hanging at her waist.

A round-faced woman stood beside her, holding a bone knife in one hand, and was whispering something to her.

The three of them exchanged a glance.

No one spoke, nor did anyone draw their sword.

Chen Mo walked past them, and Yin Sutang's gaze followed his back for a moment before she leaned against the tree and closed her eyes to rest.

The round-faced woman glanced at Chen Mo again, her eyes fixed on the small black and white thing, her face filled with curiosity.

"Senior, is this your pet?"