I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 233 Blood Sacrifice

Fang Ping's expression suddenly changed when he heard this, and he almost lost his voice and said:
"Blood sacrifice of one thousand followers?!"

He looked at General Xiao in disbelief. This graceful and heroic female general actually revealed a cold determination at this moment.

Who could have imagined that beneath her young and beautiful face, she actually hid such a cold and ruthless murderous intent?
At that moment, she became strange and terrifying.

Xiao Hongyu met Fang Ping's gaze without fear, her eyes were as deep as a cold pond, and her tone was unquestionably calm:
"Master, when we practice the Nine Styles of Cutting the Sky, we are pursuing the power to defy the heavens.

"Now the Liang army is approaching, if we lose this battle, the foundation of the Jixian Sect will be destroyed.

"But if we can win against the odds and fight the first battle to defend Anyuan City, the Jixian Sect will become famous and become the world's largest sect in the near future!"

She raised her head slightly, her eyes sparkling, and her voice was as cold as a knife cutting through the night:
"A mere thousand followers, compared to a city with a population of one million and the future of the Jixian Sect, which is more important? Please think twice, Master."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ping clenched his fists tightly, his fingers trembling slightly under his sleeves, and all kinds of complicated thoughts emerged in his mind - the memories of the past few days flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope.

Ever since the arrival of several sixth-level angels under the "Silent" Immortal Throne, the survival of the "Silent Immortal Sect" has been guaranteed. Relying on the miraculous power of "Nine Styles of Cutting the Sky", it began to grow and develop at an astonishing speed.

In just a few days, the number of followers of the Jixian Sect has increased more than ten times, reaching hundreds of thousands. Many of them have successfully entered the first realm, and their combat power should not be underestimated.

Although the Jixian Sect cannot be compared with the major sects of Buddhism, Taoism, and Martial Arts for the time being, it has risen rapidly and has become a force that cannot be ignored in the human world.

What followed was the attention and suppression from various major religious sects. Even the imperial courts of various countries were forced to launch several campaigns against the "Jingxian Sect" under pressure, but all ended in failure.

Just a few days ago, Xiao Hongyu, the deputy general of Anyuan City in Liang State, killed the prefect and the general in the city, took their place, proclaimed himself "general", and openly surrendered to the Jixian Sect.

She handed over the city to Fang Ping, which became the first stronghold of the Jixian Sect. Fang Ping was extremely excited and he immediately moved the sect's main altar here, preparing to use Anyuan City as a cornerstone to compete with Liang State and even the entire mortal world.

However, Liang State was not willing to be outdone, and took this as a great humiliation, so it gathered a large army to attack Anyuan City.

When the enemy was at the gates of the city, several demon lords were restrained by other forces and could not return to the rescue in time. The situation was tense and ready to explode.

Fang Ping knew very well that once Anyuan City fell, the Jixian Sect would become a laughing stock of the whole world, and its accumulated reputation would be destroyed. It might even be attacked by all the major forces in the human world.

At this moment, any hesitation may result in a heavy price.

But the lives of a thousand followers... As the leader of the sect, even if he is decisive in killing, it is difficult for him to make such a cruel decision.

He whispered:

"Blood sacrifice to the cult members... this is really..."

Xiao Hongyu stared at Fang Ping coldly, without any hesitation in her voice:

"Master, our followers are all the most devout believers of the Silent Immortal. Now is the time for them to form a formation with their blood and energy and make immortal contributions to our Silent Immortal Sect.

"After they die, their souls will definitely return to the kingdom of the gods of 'silence' and enjoy eternal bliss - isn't this their blessing?"

Her words pierced Fang Ping's heart like a sharp knife, cold and merciless:
"Master, as the leader of the Silent Immortal Sect and my Lord's representative in the world, if you hesitate to make a decision and cause the entire sect to be destroyed, you will be blaspheming the will of the Silent Immortal. When the Immortal brings down a disaster, you will probably be the first sinner to bear the brunt!"

Fang Ping's face became paler and paler. The young leader, who was originally full of vigor and vitality, looked ten years older in an instant.

His eyes wandered between the army outside the city and Xiao Hongyu's stern face, with intense conflicts and struggles surging in his heart.

In his mind, the faces of his followers emerged - those miserable people abandoned by the world, those who were helpless and longing for shelter in troubled times. It was they who devoutly believed in Jixian and supported him as their leader.

Among them are believers from poor backgrounds who pray for protection, monks who have been rejected by major sects and are resentful, and more are ordinary people who yearn for power and dignity.

For them, the Jixian Sect is the last hope, and Fang Ping is their guide.

The cold wind whistled past like a knife, bringing with it a bone-chilling chill that seemed to tear his heart apart.

Silence spread across the city walls. Fang Ping felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, cold and hopeless, yet unable to break free.

After a long time, he slowly raised his head. There was no longer hesitation and weakness in his eyes, but deep determination.

His voice was low, as if coming from the abyss, with a hint of bone-chilling coldness:

"Once this decision is made, there is no turning back..."

Xiao Hongyu nodded slightly, with a glimmer of excitement in her eyes:

"I understand. For the revival of the Jixian Sect, I will go through mountains of swords and seas of fire without hesitation!"

Fang Ping closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was trying to muster up the last bit of determination.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes. There was no longer any hesitation in his eyes, only coldness and determination.

He nodded, his voice steady and cold:
"Then let's set up the formation as you said!"

Xiao Hongyu raised her arm to salute, then lowered her head to accept the order. However, a barely perceptible sneer appeared on her face, which was buried in her arms.

She turned around slowly, said no more, walked down the city wall calmly, and began to prepare for the blood sacrifice formation.

In the morning light, her figure seemed particularly cold, like a statue as still as a mountain...

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The sun sets and night falls, covering every inch of brick and stone in Anyuan City.

There was an indescribable chill in the air, as if countless icy tentacles stretched out from the darkness, silently wrapping around everyone's neck.

The moonlight sprinkled down like a veil, casting the entire city into a gloomy shadow.

Xiao Hongyu stood quietly on the city wall, her lonely figure as motionless as a statue.

Her eyes were as sharp and cold as knives, and she glanced coldly at the believers who were gradually gathering under the city.

Those people were becoming restless because of the enemy's advance, with anger, fear, and resentment on their faces. All kinds of negative emotions surged like a tide, making the night even darker.

"All believers, listen up!"

Xiao Hongyu's voice was cold and sharp, like a biting night wind, penetrating the crowd and instantly silencing everyone's noise. Her voice seemed to have some kind of irresistible magic, and although the volume was not loud, it made everyone in the city look up and cast doubtful and awed glances at her.

Xiao Hongyu's beautiful eyes moved slowly across the faces, as if she was examining groups of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"You are all followers of the Immortal Silent. From the day you embarked on this path, you have dedicated your lives to the Immortal Silent. The path of my Lord is a path that goes against the will of Heaven. Whether it is cultivation or sacrifice, it is all for the purpose of fulfilling our common cause."

Xiao Hongyu's voice echoed in the air, carrying with it the power to bewitch people, like a low chanting spell, gradually seeping into the minds of the followers.

She raised her hand slightly, pointed at the dark mass of Liang army in the distance, and said in a low and resolute voice:
"Gentlemen! They are our enemies, the obstacles that stand in the way of our Jixian Sect's great cause! Today, Anyuan City is on the verge of despair. There are no strong men inside, and no reinforcements outside. Only by combining your blood and energy into combat power can we resist the powerful enemy and protect our Jixian Sect from falling.

"You are all the people of the 'Silent' Immortal, warriors who have sworn an oath and are not afraid of death!

"Tonight, for the sake of the Immortal Ji, for the power you desire, offer your flesh and blood! Use your souls as a sacrifice, and ask the Immortal to send down great power to help us survive this disaster!"

She paused for a moment, and there was a strange temptation in her voice, with a kind of hypnotic magic:

"The leader has promised that all believers who sacrifice their flesh and blood can go directly to the kingdom of Silence and enjoy eternal bliss. However, only the first one thousand people can enjoy this gift. I hope you will not hesitate. Don't miss this opportunity."

Her words were like a sharp knife, piercing the hearts of every believer.

Especially the temptation of "eternal bliss" seemed to be infinitely magnified in their minds, dispelling the fear in their hearts and replacing it with a fanatical light.

Some believers began to whisper the creed of "going against the will of heaven to achieve enlightenment", and their eyes changed from confusion to determination.

An old man with a haggard face took the first step forward, his eyes flashing with madness, and he had already put life and death aside.

He took the lead and walked towards the formation set up by Xiao Hongyu. Seeing this, other believers followed one after another. A strange fanaticism gradually emerged on their faces, as if they had found their own destination in this sacrificial ceremony.

Xiao Hongyu watched this scene quietly, with a cold light flashing in her eyes and a hint of strange pleasure.

In the hazy moonlight, her face looked strange and cold, like a guide from the underworld, leading these lost souls on a road of no return.

Following her command, the believers rushed one after another into the huge formation she had set up, arranging themselves into complex and mysterious shapes, like a huge and strange spider web, trapping them firmly inside.

Xiao Hongyu closed her eyes slightly, raised her arms gently, and began to chant an ancient spell in a low voice.

Her fingers slowly drew strange symbols in the air. With each symbol that fell, the blood light of the formation became more intense. The light carried an unfathomable evil aura, and her face seemed to be torn apart by shadows.

"boom--"

With a low hum, the formation slowly started in the darkness.
A cold and strange aura emanated from the formation, like a whisper from the underworld, surrounding the ears of every believer.

The whisper was unclear, but it was bewitching, like an invisible hand slowly pulling their minds into the abyss.

The believers standing in the formation began to tremble slightly, and their expressions changed from fanaticism to fear. They vaguely felt a strange power surging in their bodies, as if some foreign object was awakening in their bodies.

The next moment, they all let out a shrill wail, dark red scales appeared on their bodies, their fingers turned into sharp claws, their eyes grew vertical pupils, and their gazes revealed a coldness and greed that was not human.

Fear and fanaticism intertwined on their faces, but none of this could stop the rapid and terrifying mutation in their bodies.

The next moment, all the believers howled miserably at the same time, unable to control themselves due to the pain.

Soon, the wails turned into meaningless roars, and the mutated bodies of the believers quickly cracked and turned into twisted pieces of flesh and blood, which fell to the ground one after another, like wreckage that had fallen into hell.

However, the flesh and blood did not die. Instead, they were wriggling and gathering strangely on the ground, as if they were being pulled by some invisible force, and gradually merged into deformed creatures.

One after another, the flesh and blood monsters stood up from the ground. Their huge bodies blocked out the sky and the sun. Their skin glowed red like a branding iron and their muscles were knotted, like evil spirits soaked in blood.

These monsters' bodies were covered with densely packed eyes, each of which was lifeless but exuded endless bloodthirstiness. They were like controlled puppets, full of deadly brutality.

A strong smell of blood emanated from their bodies, as if they had crawled out from the depths of the underworld, bringing endless fear and despair.

The air around was almost condensed in this breath, making it suffocating.

The roars of these monsters shook the night sky, like the horns of hell, announcing the arrival of some taboo.

On the top of the city wall, Fang Ping sat on the leader's throne. Witnessing this horrifying scene, he could not help but jump up. His pupils suddenly contracted, and he was filled with uncontrollable shock and fear.

He never imagined that Xiao Hongyu actually mastered such an evil method that could transform the blood and energy of the followers into such a terrifying monster.

All this seemed to be beyond his imagination, making him feel fearful and vaguely regretful.

Fang Ping's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he subconsciously wanted to speak to stop her. However, the moment he opened his mouth, Xiao Hongyu turned around and stared at him coldly.

That look was like ice piercing the bone, revealing a chilling coldness and carrying some kind of irresistible oppression.

Xiao Hongyu's eyes were deep and cold, almost swallowed by the endless darkness, becoming the embodiment of something indescribable.

Her gaze was like a chain, firmly pinning Fang Ping down and suppressing the slight hesitation and fear in his heart.

Fang Ping's whole body trembled, his lips trembled slightly, and he finally swallowed the words back into his stomach.

Xiao Hongyu looked at Fang Ping's silence, the corners of her lips slightly raised, revealing a cold smile.

Her gaze turned to the twisted monsters in the formation, with a fanatical and cruel light flashing in her eyes.

She whispered something like a spell, as if communicating with some invisible being, summoning more power to merge into the formation.

"Great Immortal Ji, please grant us the power to destroy the enemy and establish the immortal foundation of our sect..."

Her voice was low and cold, and she uttered a pious prayer, but it aroused some strange power from the depths of darkness.

As she chanted the spell, the flesh and blood monsters in the formation gradually became still, as if under some invisible guidance. They stared at each other for a moment, then let out a heart-wrenching roar and turned to run towards the Liang army camp outside the city.

With every step he took, the ground shook, raising clouds of dust, as if the entire earth was trembling...

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(End of this chapter)