Zhang Baisui's lack of talent for cultivation has been verified again.

He worked hard all night and all morning.

Finally at noon, as the last mouthful of essence and blood was spat out, an extremely dazzling golden light filled the secret room, announcing that the blood sacrifice was completed.

The golden light dissipated, revealing a pale face with heavy dark circles under the eyes, eyes full of resentment, looking at Taoist Huang Jing.

He only felt that he had never felt more empty than before. Even if he fought all night with those beautiful snake-like dancers in the dance hall of the city that never sleeps, he would not be like this. The two sides were fighting so hard that he almost couldn't even get up.

Regardless of what Taoist Huang Jing wanted to say, Zhang Baisui waved his hand at him and said:

"Uncle Huang Jing, please go and rest. I also want to sleep all day."

"No one can stop me, just sleep here, just here..."

Although he had practiced the Yin Yang Ascension Sutra, Zhang Baisui could not be considered a serious monk after all, and he had no experience in ascetic cultivation at all.

After seven or eight hours of continuous output of essence and blood, he was horribly exhausted.

As Zhang Baisui spoke, he planned to drive Taoist Huang Jing out and fall asleep himself.

But suddenly, he seemed to have seen something incredible, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Following his gaze, he saw that the "Statue of the Holy King", which was originally a dead object, had unexpectedly turned into a body of flesh and blood.

"Huh?"

"It's so amazing. He looks exactly like that bastard Zhu Qi."

"But such a face is equally disgusting. No, let me slap him first to relieve my hatred."

While talking, Zhang Baisui, the young master, also wanted to do something ridiculous.

He actually held on to his weak body and planned to give this holy king a slap in the face.

But when he moved, Taoist Huang Jing also moved.

This veteran has been patiently communicating with Zhang Baisui in the past dozen hours.

It wasn't until he completed the blood sacrifice that the old Taoist finally couldn't help but show impatience in his eyes, reached out and caught Zhang Baisui, and at the same time advised:

"Master, please don't move. The blood sacrifice has just been completed. The statue of the Holy King is in the process of 'reincarnation from death'. It is extremely fragile and cannot be disturbed."

"By the way, Young Palace Master, the Palace Master has another order when I come."

"What?"

As soon as Zhang Baisui asked, his body was forcibly straightened by Taoist Huang Jing.

Then he saw a smiling face and said to him: "The palace master has an order. If you go to the magic city and see that the young palace master has made progress, you can entrust him with important tasks. If the young palace master

If you are still such a dandy, let me use some special means to prevent the young master from leaking his secrets and causing trouble at tonight's treasure conference."

Hearing this, Zhang Baisui's expression changed drastically, and he was about to shout angrily.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Young Master, I'm offended."

"This method is called [Celestial Ecstasy Method]. It has no side effects. On the contrary, it can also make the young master perform perfectly tonight."

Before he finished speaking, Taoist Huang Jing's eyes suddenly glowed with yellow light, and he covered Zhang Baisui inside.

What an accident!

The third person in the secret room, Tao Qian, was also completely unexpected.

However, after a little speculation, you will know the reason.

"Although Zhang Baisui is a playboy and cannot be entrusted with big things, he is Zhang Jiudeng's only bloodline, and the blood sacrifice method can only be done by him."

"But Zhang Jiudeng was afraid that his son would do something bad, so he asked Taoist Huang Jing to give his son such a shot afterward to avoid future troubles."

"As for why I didn't do the Enchantment Technique at the beginning? I think it's just that the techniques conflict with each other."

"Just in time, it's a rare opportunity."

Any kind of ecstasy requires the user's full concentration and no distractions.

Naturally, there will be no awareness of the outside world.

Taoist Huang Jing never imagined that when he hypnotized his young master.

Behind the statue of the god that had turned into flesh and blood, a dead mosquito suddenly came to life.

It flapped its wings silently and flew up to its neck.

He pricked it in unceremoniously, and then the needle-like long kiss began to gush, injecting a large amount of unknown things into this flesh and blood body.

Tao Qian was adding ingredients again, handful after handful, and the invisible insects of desire entered Zhu Qi's incarnation of incense.

"If this idol remains dead, these insects will have no effect."

"But now that it has transformed into a flesh and blood body under the influence of the incense wish and the blood sacrifice method, it is a good opportunity not to be missed."

In the midst of his thoughts, Tao Qian finished cutting the material.

Not long after, the flesh and blood body turned back into a dead thing bit by bit.

As a result, both the blood sacrifice method and the traces of Tao Qian's evil insects were completely eliminated.

"This sacred way of incense is somewhat strange."

Tao Qian muttered, and when he lay back down again, the ecstasy scene over there ended.

Zhang Baisui woke up again, seemingly unchanged.

But the tone of action has changed slightly.

He no longer thought about slapping Zhu Qi's incarnation, but turned to Taoist Huang Jing and said respectfully:

"Uncle Huang Jing, go and summon the people from Jiudeng Mansion. Make some preparations and follow me to Prince Zhao's Mansion later to congratulate you."

"This great gift from the Jiudeng Mansion, I, the Young Mansion, should personally deliver it to the Ninth Prince. Only in this way can we show our sincerity."

"What the Young Master said is true, hahaha."

After laughing, Taoist Huang Jing, who had a great sense of accomplishment, flicked his sleeves and robe, and indeed left the secret room to summon the group of demonic monks.

But when he was so carried away, he didn't notice it.

A flying mosquito followed him and left.

Old Taoist Huang Jing was also an extremely cautious person, and he came here more than once, whether it was to arrange forbidden spells or to sweep with his spiritual thoughts.

If there are other peepers, there is a high probability that they will be discovered.

It's a pity that he met Tao Qian, a master of the Mystical Demonic Transformation Technique.

In the world of spiritual practice, those who can see through this spell must at least belong to the major Buddhist and demon sects such as Da Zi Zai Temple, Taishang Dao, and Nie Sect.

The immortal way is not possible.

…

Tao Qian returned to the quiet room and regained his human form.

I was about to sit down and sort out the secrets I had seen, and at the same time think about the follow-up plan.

But before he sat down, he suddenly seemed to feel something.

He frowned, stood up with a big belly, and opened the door.

The next moment, he saw an extremely strange sight.

Snow!

Pieces of thick black goose-feather snow shrouded the entire Demonic City without any warning.

In just a dozen breaths, the huge demon city seemed to have entered the twelfth lunar month of winter. All buildings, streets, residences, and disaster victim areas in the distance were covered by heavy snow.

Such an unexpected change directly caused nearly 20 million people in the Magic City to fall into a state of stagnation.

Tao Qian stretched out his hand to pick up a piece, and when he touched his fleshy palm, the snowflakes immediately melted into a wisp of snow water and flowed down between his fingers. There were a lot of dark, ashes-like debris inside, and there was a faint smell.

of stench.

In my mind, Zhishu burst out:

[Chronicle: Black snow, a celestial sign, means a disaster of corpses, or millions of corpses will be buried.]

Upon seeing this information, Tao Qian's face immediately darkened.

But before he could do anything, more visions and signs began to appear one after another.

Above the sky, a bloody light suddenly appeared, and a scarlet star passed by... [Zhi Shu: The passage of a calamity star, a sign in the sky, means a great disaster.]

After a few breaths passed, I looked again. On the horizon, light and dark alternated. There was actually another star surrounded by purple light and full of ominous meaning.

The earth suddenly trembled, and large pits appeared inexplicably in various districts of the Demon City. They were dark and dark, like caves. The wind surged up, blowing out a large number of pale corpses... [Zhi Shu: The earth demon turned over, vision, meaning buried bones.

Disaster.]

Every time a celestial sign appeared, Tao Qian's face became uglier.
To be continued...