EBE #676 - The blood clan was sacrificed
#676 - The blood clan was sacrificed
After careful consideration, Li Chengfeng's expression suddenly changed, and he said urgently, "Not good, we must leave this place immediately!
Your identity as a Reincarnator has been exposed, and the other party will never let this go; there must be follow-up plans.
The Beihai (North Sea) force is far more complex and powerful than we imagined, and we must act cautiously."
Upon hearing this, Zhongli Meiying immediately nodded in agreement.
She also felt the lurking danger around her, knowing that staying here would only be more dangerous.
She added, "Once you enter this Qiankun Formation, it is extremely difficult to escape unless you have the Qiankun Token.
But now, this Qiankun Token is already broken and unusable; the only two chances to use it have already been exhausted."
Li Chengfeng took out the Qiankun Token, now broken in two, from his chest, his brow furrowed.
He looked at Zhongli Meiying and asked, "Do you know if Xuanwu is also a Reincarnator? What is his situation?"
Zhongli Meiying nodded in response, "That's right, both Xuanwu and I are Reincarnators.
We were unwelcome for various reasons and eventually chose to come here and join Old Ancestor Qingning, becoming two of his Four Great Generals.
But even so, we are often subject to exclusion and targeting."
Hearing this, a resolute look flashed in Li Chengfeng's eyes: "This is indeed a carefully arranged scheme.
The person behind it is far-sighted and not to be underestimated.
But if he wants to trap me, Li Chengfeng, he underestimates me too much.
A mere Qiankun Blood Formation; as long as we find a way to break it, we will definitely be able to escape."
With that said, Li Chengfeng began to carefully observe his surroundings, searching for weaknesses in the formation.
Amidst the violent tremors of the Qiankun Space, dark green energy surged like a tide, shrouding the entire space in an eerie atmosphere.
Blood Qiankun and a bald old monk emerged side by side.
The old monk wore a black monk's robe, the scars on his head gleamed with golden light, and his body exuded an unspeakable aura of evil, as if he could shake the nine heavens.
The blood-colored Kunpeng phantom of Blood Qiankun loomed behind him, and he said through gritted teeth, "Li Chengfeng, your day has come!
Never thought you would fall into my Blood Clan's trap, right?
This was all a carefully designed false message, just to lure you here.
I didn't expect you to be so ambitious, even wanting to fight for Old Ancestor Qingning's Four Great Generals, and even trying to rule the entire Human Realm; truly ridiculous!
If you know what's good for you, hand over the inheritance of the Ancient Demon Power, as well as all your secret treasures, and we might spare your life."
The bald old monk, calling himself Evil Monk Buzhi, put his palms together and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha, this humble monk is Evil Monk Buzhi.
I have long admired Daoist Li's name and came all the way from the North Sea just to meet you.
I heard that Daoist Li is well-versed in many things, with all dharmas returning to one, and has no small understanding of Buddhism.
However, seeing you today, I am somewhat disappointed.
Everyone says you are exceptionally intelligent, but now it seems you are nothing more than that, ultimately falling into our trap."
Faced with their threats, Li Chengfeng's expression was stern, and his eyes flashed with unyielding light.
He was not moved by their words, but instead sneered, "Blood Qiankun, Evil Monk Buzhi, do you think you can trap me, Li Chengfeng, with just these methods?
That's wishful thinking!
Since I dared to come, I naturally have the confidence to retreat unscathed.
As for the inheritance of the Ancient Demon Power, I obtained it through my own strength; how can you covet it?
Besides, this is not your scheme; you are also being driven by someone else.
You have a higher power behind you; am I right?"
Faced with Li Chengfeng's mockery and revelation, the faces of Blood Qiankun and Evil Monk Buzhi became extremely ugly, alternating between green and white.
Blood Qiankun couldn't contain his anger and retorted loudly, "Li Chengfeng, stop talking nonsense here!
This is all a carefully designed plan by us, specifically to deal with despicable and shameless villains like you!"
However, Li Chengfeng just looked at him coldly, as if looking at an idiot.
He said indifferently, "You are just two projections; the real mastermind is definitely outside, plotting some conspiracy.
Everything you are doing now is just to delay time.
However, I can tell you a piece of news: your Blood Clan is probably going to face a catastrophe this time.
Without me even lifting a finger, you will become someone else's sacrificial lambs."
Speaking of this, Li Chengfeng suddenly spread his Wings of Space behind him with a whoosh, his speed astonishing.
He grabbed Zhongli Meiying's waist and instantly broke through the air, leaving behind only a string of afterimages and the gradually dissipating two projections.
With the departure of Li Chengfeng and Zhongli Meiying, the Qiankun Land suddenly surged with wind and clouds, as if even the heavens and earth were shaking for their escape.
And the two projections also completely disappeared under this force, leaving only an empty void and endless echoes.
On the periphery of the Blood Clan's base, a huge Celestial Destiny Altar stood towering into the clouds, with intricate and mysterious totems carved on it, emitting a faint light.
The entire Blood Clan territory was shrouded in a strange and powerful force, making it difficult for the outside world to peek into its true situation.
Blood Qiankun, Evil Monk Buzhi, and Qin Dongqing were standing on the high altar at this moment.
Qin Dongqing held the Sword of Celestial Destiny in her hand, her eyes like torches, and her body surrounded by a monstrous aura.
Blood Qiankun's eyes were filled with endless hatred, and he clenched his teeth, as if he wanted to condense all his anger and unwillingness into this moment.
"Li Chengfeng, today is your death day!" Blood Qiankun's voice was low and powerful.
Every word was squeezed out from between his teeth, "You have caused heavy losses to my Celestial Destiny Masters, opposed me time and time again, and ruined my plans.
Today, you will become a sacrifice to the Evil God, paying the price for your actions!"
Faced with this sudden disaster, Blood Qiankun's heart was filled with endless grief and anger.
He watched helplessly as his clansmen, including innocent children and elderly elders, were reduced to ashes under Qin Dongqing's formation, and that sense of powerlessness almost swallowed him.
Especially when he saw Qiankun Blood Serpent, the partner who had fought alongside him, also unable to escape this catastrophe, his heart ached like a knife.
He clenched his fists, trying to stop all of this, but reason told him that it was futile.
His eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, a symbol of anger and despair.
He roared, "These are hundreds of thousands of my Blood Clan members, destroyed in an instant!
My Blood Clan has experienced countless storms and never bowed to any force, but now it has been destroyed in my hands!"
Evil Monk Buzhi stood aside, watching Blood Qiankun's grief and despair, a complex smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
He said slowly, "Blood Benefactor, life in this world always has unpredictable changes.
But please remember, as long as you are here, the Blood Clan will always be here.
The elites you see, although they are heartbroken, they also have firm beliefs in their hearts.
This is for the greater benefit of the Blood Clan, for the future revival.
Their unwillingness is their motivation to move forward.
You have to think about it, as long as Li Chengfeng lives, your Blood Clan will be destroyed sooner or later.
The Gongsun family is a lesson for you.
Sacrificing some of the old, weak, sick, and disabled in exchange for the future prosperity of the Blood Clan is, in my opinion, worthwhile."