I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 175: Refining destiny and achieving perfect Taoist body!
The village chief frowned slightly, feeling that there was something strange here, as if something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

But when he glanced around the lobby, he found that the rituals and formation structures were exactly the same as before he left, without any changes, and he felt slightly relieved.

"At the last moment, I was so nervous that I had an illusion..."

The village chief comforted himself, let out a long breath, and tried to calm his excited emotions.

He knew in his heart that the ceremony had reached the most critical moment.

As long as the last step is completed, the little Taoist priest's divinity will be completely stripped away and integrated into the container, and he will regain his freedom and be reborn.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and waved, and the entire courtyard was instantly lit up by countless balls of floating flames.

The balls of fire floated in the air, densely packed together, flashing a cold and dim green light.

If you look closely, you will find that these flames are actually ignited by corpse oil, emitting a disgusting stench, making the entire courtyard look like the abyss of hell.

The village chief took a deep breath, walked to the center of the hall, began to preside over the ceremony, and shouted loudly:

"My son is getting married today. Thank you all for coming to support us!"

This shout immediately ignited the atmosphere in the entire venue.

In an instant, the villagers in the yard seemed to wake up from silence, and each of them had a strange smile on their face.

That smile was a mixture of ecstasy and greed, and it flashed with a strange light that didn't seem like that of a living person.

Their eyes were all fixed on Li Qingyun's clone in the hall, who was wearing the groom's uniform, and they all started to make a noise:

"The bride and groom, please get married!"

"Hurry up and get married! We are waiting for the wedding wine!"

"Worship! Worship! After the worship, enter the bridal chamber!"

"After entering the bridal chamber, give birth to a plump, white baby boy!"

There were also many little children running around, jumping and leaping for joy:

"The bride is here! The wedding banquet is set up and candies are distributed!"

The sounds rose and fell, becoming louder and louder, forming an invisible pressure in the lobby, making the air sticky.

The flames of the corpse oil flames around them trembled slightly, and the shadows they cast swayed on the walls, as if demons and monsters were grinning and snarling.

At the same time, many little children were running around in the yard, jumping and cheering:

"The bride is here! The wedding banquet is set up and candies are distributed!"

Their voices were childish but harsh, and their lifeless eyes never left the groom's body, revealing their eagerness and desire.

The noise in the field became more and more crazy, and every shout and every laugh carried a strong vitality.

This power was continuously peeled off from the bodies of the villagers and madly poured into the body of the groom. Then, with the help of the strange ritual in the lobby, it was infused into Li Qingyun's body more and more quickly.

These villagers are not mortals, but monks who survived the drastic changes in the ancient city of the Ula tribe.

They were supposed to be the final sacrifice, transforming their fate, cultivation, and luck into pure power and pouring it into the container carefully prepared for them by the village chief.

But now, everything has been reversed.

All the benefits were absorbed by Li Qingyun silently and flowed into his body.

After a night of refining, Li Qingyun had just absorbed the vigorous vitality of the container into his body. The comfortable feeling had not yet subsided, but he found that an even more powerful force was pouring into his body.

This power came like a storm, swift and fierce, making every part of his body feel numb and comfortable, yet even a little difficult to digest.

Since he had not yet learned any Taoist methods for the Foundation Establishment stage, he was unable to guide these huge and complex forces back to the void and transform them into Taoist cultivation.

At this moment, although the dragon and tiger true qi in his body had accumulated to an extremely strong level, he was still unable to make any further breakthroughs.

This situation is like continuously pouring water into a bucket that is already full. The water level in the bucket rises higher and higher, as if it will overflow at any time.

Li Qingyun felt that the "Infinite Tribulation" foundation that he had just built in his body was also trembling under the impact of the powerful force, and seemed to be about to burst.

"We can't go on like this..."

His heart tightened and he decided to change his strategy. He began to try to practice the "Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong" in an attempt to refine this vigorous vitality into the innate true qi of martial arts.

However, just as he was about to refine it with all his strength, the "Soul Devouring" magical power from the agent was suddenly activated and started to work silently, automatically transforming the wanton colliding forces into a strong blood and qi force.

[Remaining Qi and HP: 2,000...]

[Remaining Qi and HP: 3,000...]

[Remaining Qi and HP: 5,000...]

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Li Qingyun felt the Qi and blood in his body growing rapidly, like a rushing river, one wave higher than the other, flowing freely in his blood vessels and meridians.

The majestic energy and blood power made his body as hot as a red-hot iron furnace, emitting bursts of scorching breath.

It didn't stop until the Qi and blood accumulated to an unimaginable level.

Li Qingyun felt a tingling sensation of satisfaction throughout his body, as if his entire body was filled with endless power...

[Remaining Qi and Blood: 13,123 Souls]...

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After an unknown amount of time, the crazy and excited noises gradually subsided, and the mansion fell into an eerie silence.

Those villagers who were once full of vitality were now shriveling up one after another. The vitality in their bodies was completely drained, and eventually they turned into wrinkled human skins, piling up on the ground like discarded cloth bags, looking particularly eerie and terrifying.

The village chief was not surprised by this scene at all, as he had already expected it.

He still had that smug smile on his face, and his eyes were flashing with fanaticism, as if he saw the dawn of victory.

When the last villager fell, he suddenly raised his voice and said:

"Please invite the newlyweds to come to the hall!"

"Bang!" There was a slight sound, and the pitch-black coffin lid shook slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Yaqin suddenly opened her eyes!
Her eyes were empty and her face was as pale as paper, with an indescribable sense of weirdness.

Then, like a puppet being manipulated by strings, she sat up straight from the coffin and walked stiffly to the center of the hall.

At the same time, the groom, Li Qingyun's clone, also stood up slowly under the guidance of the curse power, and walked to Feng Yaqin with mechanical steps.

The two of them stood together, with slender and handsome figures, like a pair of golden boy and jade girl, a match made in heaven.

However, their empty eyes and stiff postures gave the whole scene an eerie chill.

Seeing this, the village chief smiled even more deeply and said slowly:

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Yaqin and Li Qingyun's clones knelt down at the same time, their movements were in unison, like puppets that could be controlled with ease.

They faced the tablets of heaven and earth above the lobby and kowtowed mechanically.

At this moment, Feng Yaqin's destiny and cultivation surged towards Li Qingyun's clone like a violent storm, transforming into a powerful force.

However, the village chief turned a blind eye to this because it was all part of his plan.

His eyes burned with ambition as he watched every detail of the ceremony.

The atmosphere of the ceremony became increasingly eerie and gloomy. The village chief raised his hand slightly, and his voice exploded like thunder in the dead silent air:

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

As they spoke, Feng Yaqin and Li Qingyun's clones both turned around, their movements mechanical and stiff, and they bowed down to the village chief.

At the moment when the two bowed, an indescribable mysterious force suddenly surged around, spinning like a whirlpool, stirring up all the atmosphere in the hall. Li Qingyun's body suddenly shuddered. He felt that the "container" he replaced and the village chief seemed to be completely integrated by this strange ceremony. With the groom as the medium, the thread of fate had been tightly entangled together.

The next moment, the flames all around suddenly jumped, and the scattered flames suddenly shot up more than half a foot high, making crackling sounds, so shrill that it sounded like a ghost's howling.

At that moment, the entire gloomy new house was illuminated as bright as day.

The flickering flames reflected on the village chief's face, distorting his features into an extremely hideous look.

He watched the bride and groom prostrating themselves on the ground, with an expression of ecstasy on their faces. They looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. The sound echoed in the hall, carrying an indescribable weirdness and madness:
"It's done! It's finally done!"

He stared at Li Qingyun's clone in front of him. The greed and excitement in his eyes almost became tangible. The muscles on his face twitched constantly with excitement, and they were twisted as if he was wearing a devil's mask.

“Hehehe…the one favored by God!
"Little Taoist, you are really outstanding!
"Otherwise, how could you possibly gain the favor of the gods, be granted that divine nature, and become one of their favorites?

"but--

"Everything you have today will become a stepping stone for me to rise above the heavens!"

The village chief's voice became more and more excited. He walked to the center of the hall, looked around, and finally looked at the body wearing a Taoist robe, without facial features, and covered with countless strange mouths. There was a kind of confidence in his eyes, as if he had already controlled the whole world.

"In order to create this perfect container, I sacrificed an entire city on earth, gathered the luck and foundation of countless cultivators, and used the supreme secret method of the spiritual world to achieve a perfect foundation of Taoism."

"Now, this container has seized your divinity and destiny! Next, I only need to occupy the body of this little Taoist priest like you, and then follow the flow of your destiny to enter the 'container' that has everything ready, and then I can become its master!

“He will be the first perfect cultivator in the human world who possesses top-level aptitude, destiny, luck, and path. He will even have the opportunity to refine a trace of divinity!
"With the countless secrets of the upper realms that I have mastered, as long as I stay dormant for a few more years and practice diligently, I will be able to dominate the human world and become a true giant! At that time, I will no longer be a humble spirit slave, but a powerful man standing at the top of this world!
"Even in the near future, I... 'Spirit Slave', can merge with the divine nature and become a true demigod, completely getting rid of the status of a slave!"

"..."

The village chief's voice echoed in the hall, eerie and strange, as if it came from the depths of the abyss.

He sat upright under the tablet of heaven and earth in the center, grinning and saying to the groom:

"My son, come here and give your father a glass of wine...

"From now on, everything here is yours!

"And yours is the Father's!"

Hearing this, Li Qingyun's clone slowly walked forward, picked up the wine jar on the altar, poured a bowl of wine, and then slowly knelt in front of the village chief, raising the wine bowl high above his head, his movements stiff, like a puppet.

The village chief took the wine bowl proudly, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring at everything in front of him, as if he had already seen the glorious future that was about to come to him.

He suddenly raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp.

The wine flowed down the corners of his mouth, staining his dry skin red.

There was a mysterious reaction between him and the groom.

As the wine bowl fell, his body began to shrivel rapidly, as if all the vitality had been drained away. He instantly became like a thin piece of paper, sliding silently from his clothes to the ground.

Empty eye sockets, dry hands, and covered with dense spells - that was the body of Monk Kongjian!

After his bald scalp was removed from the turban, nine scars from his religious rituals were faintly visible, making him look like a long-dead evil spirit.

Then, the groom suddenly raised his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a creepy smile appeared on his originally stiff face. His arrogance and greed were clearly visible in the firelight.

That familiar look and aura are clearly the village chief's!

The flames in the hall jumped more and more wildly with this sudden change, and the light of the corpse oil and fire reflected on the face of Li Qingyun's clone, making it look particularly hideous.

At the same time, Li Qingyun's original body felt a slight tremor in his heart, and he felt that the connection between him and his external incarnation was instantly severed.

That clone has been taken over by the village chief!

If he lost this blood-connected clone under normal circumstances, he would definitely be seriously injured.

But now his energy and blood were abundant, and the backlash he suffered was no more than a slight pain in his chest.

The village chief stood up, looked at the "container" he had prepared, stretched out his hand, and slowly waved towards him, as if a majestic general was summoning his warhorse, determined to win.

However, to his surprise, the container did not move at all, as if it had not heard his command at all.

The village chief frowned slightly and thought to himself:
"Could it be that I am not used to this new body with low cultivation level yet?"

He concentrated again, silently recited the spell, and waved his hand again.

This time, the container finally moved.

But before the village chief could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that the container suddenly changed its appearance.

The strange face full of fangs suddenly twisted, the muscles squirmed, and in an instant it turned into a young man in blue.

The young man was in his early twenties, full of vigor and vitality, with a bright smile on his face, but a hint of cold murderous intent could be seen between his brows.

The village chief was startled, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he realized something was wrong.

However, before he could react, the young man moved as fast as lightning, raised his hand and slapped out!
In an instant, extremely dense Tiangang evil energy rolled out, carrying with it leaping sky thunder, and struck like a violent storm.

The power was so powerful that it was like the wrath of thunder from the sky, and it rushed straight towards the village chief with irresistible destructive force!

The village chief was so shocked by the sudden change that his heart trembled.

Containers are not supposed to be conscious at all.

Why the sudden attack?

what on earth is it?

However, the current situation did not allow him to think too much.

The young man who was attacking him looked like just an innate warrior, but he exuded a strong sense of oppression, even surpassing the many fifth-level cultivators he had met!
Under normal circumstances, such a small character is naturally not worth mentioning to the village chief.

However, at the moment, he was only occupying the body of a second-level foundation-building cultivator, and most of his cultivation had been poured into the container.

Even though he possessed knowledge and means far beyond those of a human being, he was trapped in this weak body and was unable to display his true strength.

The situation was critical. The village chief suppressed his fear, and his body was as fast as lightning. He suddenly flashed back and narrowly avoided the palm attack coming from the front.

However, the aftermath of the evil spirit still hit him. In an instant, he rolled backwards like a kite with a broken string, somersaulted several times, felt a sweetness in his throat, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The intense pain instantly woke him up from his confusion.

Someone got there first and stole the fruit of his careful planning right under his nose!
"How can it be?!"

The village chief's face was pale, and thoughts were surging in his mind like a tide.

He couldn't believe what he saw. How could someone take away the life of the container without the help of a sacrificial ceremony?

How did this thief do it? Could it be that the master came from the upper realm?

No! Impossible! Even if the master was here, it would be impossible for him to replace him so quietly and enter the container!
The village chief's expression changed drastically, and he was filled with fear and terror.

He no longer had time to think about the whole thing and could only try to escape first!

Thinking of this, he hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The hot blood essence evaporated in the air, and along with his magic spells, it quickly turned into a thick red mist.

The village chief burned his life force at all costs and quickly wrote an order in cloud seal in front of him: "No fighting is allowed here..."

However, before he could finish writing the word "fight", his vision was completely occupied by a dazzling cold light.

It was a sharp long sword, the blade was cold and sharp, as if even the air was about to be torn apart.

Behind the knife light, a pair of ink-black eyes flashed coldly, just like two stars in the darkness!

brush!
The sword Poxie came through the air and shattered the cloud seal, directly shattering the cloud seal that had not yet formed. The cold light did not stop, and the force was like thunder, and it went down and split the groom's body in half...

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(End of this chapter)