I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 235: The Old Immortal's Primordial State and the Void State

The moonlight is like water, sprinkling on the dark earth.

The huge altar stands tall in the center of the Jixian Sect's main altar, like a terrifying tower rising from the underworld.

On the altar, the candle flames were as small as beans, emitting a strange red light, making the surrounding air seem a little thicker.

Those burning candles were not ordinary things. Their light was bent and twisted, swallowing and spitting out faint light like living things. The shadows cast on the surrounding stone walls were entangled and deformed, forming strange symbols that made one's scalp tingle.

Around the altar, the sound of prayers could be heard continuously.

The believers' whispers, pleas, and frantic prayers merged into a wave of sound, echoing all around.

At the highest point of the altar, Xiao Hongyu's figure was like a cold statue, standing quietly under the light of the full moon.

She was dressed in a blood-red robe that outlined her slender and graceful figure, with black hair cascading down like a waterfall. Her face was cold and resolute, and her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts as she coldly glanced at the believers kneeling below.

Today, Xiao Hongyu is no longer the deputy general of Anyuan City, but the "chief protector" of the Jixian Sect.

She has become the second most important person in the Jixian Sect, second only to the first person and above everyone else, even surpassing the prestige of the Sect Leader Fang Ping.

The believers revere her, fear her, and even regard her as the incarnation and agent of the "Silent Immortal" on earth.

At this time, Xiao Hongyu slowly raised her hand and waved it gently. Hundreds of believers who had already lined up in a queue slowly stood up, their eyes dull but with a fanatical loyalty.

They walked towards the pool of blood in the center of the altar without any fear and even full of anticipation.

Under the command of the chief protector Xiao Hongyu, they knelt down in front of the blood pool one by one and stretched their arms into the liquid with a strange red light without hesitation.

The blood pool trembled slightly, as if it had life, and emitted a low humming sound.

Strands of rich blood were drawn from the bodies of the believers, transformed into dark red threads, and flowed into the huge statue on top of the altar.

The statue was dozens of feet tall, pitch black, and distorted in shape. It looked like both a human and an animal, but it had no fixed outline, and countless strange and bizarre runes were engraved on its surface.

These runes slowly lit up under the nourishment of blood and energy, emitting a special, heart-pounding glow.

This scene was extremely horrifying, but no one among the church members around felt surprised.

On the contrary, everyone knelt on the ground devoutly, chanting the title of "Jixian" madly.

Their eyes were earnest and persistent, as if they were witnessing the coming of God, and they could devote everything they had to this unknown power without reservation.

Behind the altar, Fang Ping was wearing the brocade robes of a cult leader, but he had long lost his former majesty.

His figure was hidden in a dark corner, as if he was just a symbol, watching everything with complicated eyes.

Xiao Hongyu's rise made him deeply uneasy, but he could do nothing about it.

He knew that the rapid development of the Jixian Sect in the past year was almost entirely due to the large-scale sacrifices presided over by Xiao Hongyu.

Every blood sacrifice would bring a large amount of power of faith, directly strengthening the foundation of the Jixian Sect. At the same time, it would also be invincible on the battlefield, becoming an emerging force that could compete with several powerful countries in the Endless Sea.

"Is she...really a follower of Jixian? Why have I never received any oracle from the immortal?"

Fang Ping murmured in a low voice, with a hint of bitterness in his eyes.

Although he was the leader of the sect, he had never received any special magic from the "Jixian". Although he had mastered the "Nine Styles of Cutting the Sky", he was only a fourth-level innate cultivator and had long been marginalized by the more powerful Xiao Hongyu.

Those believers who once regarded him as their absolute leader now follow Xiao Hongyu's lead. Even those powerful demon lords are helpless against Xiao Hongyu's methods.

Fang Ping once tried to join forces with the messengers of the "Silent Immortal" to fight against her, but whether it was the highly skilled Thorntail Demon Lord or the scheming Moon Demon Lord, they were all suppressed by her with thundering means and submitted to her.

Xiao Hongyu's dominance has penetrated into every corner of the sect. Now, she is not only the actual ruler of the Jixian Sect, but also an irreplaceable symbol in the hearts of all believers.

……

On the altar, Xiao Hongyu pointed her ten fingers and formed an ancient spell. Then she gave a low shout, and the statue on top of the altar shook violently.

An indescribable chill enveloped the entire headquarters, and everyone felt as if their souls were being watched by something. That gaze did not come from the human world, but from some existence that transcended ordinary cognition.

"Great 'Jixian', please accept the sacrifice of your devout people! May your power be forever in the world and protect us on the path to transcendence!"

Xiao Hongyu opened her mouth, and her voice was like a spell, echoing in the air with an irresistible power.

As she chanted the spell, the outline of the statue began to move slightly, and a huge shadow slowly emerged from the statue. The shape was unclear, as if it was made up of countless tentacles and eyes, and every detail was filled with indescribable confusion and horror.

The believers could not see the whole appearance of the phantom, but they were completely shocked.

Everyone was lying on the ground, trembling, yet shouting fanatically involuntarily. The fear and awe in their hearts had transformed into unreserved and blind worship of the gods.

The shadow stretched out a long tentacle-like object and slowly reached into the pool of blood.

In an instant, the entire altar shook, and the liquid in the blood pool surged up, turning into a bright red vortex, rushing towards the tentacles of the phantom.

The tentacles greedily absorbed the energy of the blood pool. With every absorption, the phantom grew bigger, and the sense of oppression around it became more intense.

In this grand sacrifice, Xiao Hongyu's figure became more and more upright, like a god, high above and untouchable.

Fang Ping stood in the corner, looking at the scene, his fingers trembling slightly.

His mind was filled with countless chaotic thoughts, fear and an indescribable anger.

The entire sect seems to be thriving and developing vigorously, but it is filled with the atmosphere of ominousness and disaster. It is like a giant beast walking on the edge of the abyss, ready to fall into bottomless darkness at any time.

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starry sky.

It was dark and deep, with countless points of light suspended in the void like frozen nightmares.

There is neither up nor down, nor far or near here. Everything is filled with an indescribable force, and even the passage of time is frozen.

Li Qingyun was suspended in this strange space, with purple-gold light slowly rising around him, illuminating the dead sea of ​​stars around him.

However, the light on him seemed so small and helpless in this ancient starry sky, like a lone lamp, oppressed by the darkness coming from all directions, and could go out at any time. "Come on!"

Li Qingyun shouted in a low voice, his eyes as sharp as torches. The primordial purple energy condensed into a long sword, which he held firmly in his hand. It trembled slightly and released thunder-like sword beams.

As soon as he finished speaking, something in the starry sky suddenly twisted.

It was an existence deeper than darkness, as if some indescribable giant was slowly emerging from the void.

No one can describe its shape exactly, or even confirm whether “He” has a physical form.

He is composed of countless tangled tentacles, twisted pieces of flesh, and ever-changing flesh worms, each part of which is wriggling irregularly.

He exists in the void, but his boundaries are constantly expanding, as if he has already occupied the entire starry sky.

That was one of the “Old Immortals”, and His pressure enveloped the endless space, making people feel suffocated.

He did not make any sound, but the creepy whispers had already invaded Li Qingyun's mind. They were evil and chaotic, like thousands of tiny snakes that drilled into his consciousness, entangling and biting him, trying to devour his soul clean.

Under this tremendous pressure, Li Qingyun's aura surged all over his body, and the cold and murderous aura around him became heavier and heavier. His eyes, which were staring at the starry sky, felt a sharp pain, and two lines of blood and tears immediately flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Realizing that something was not right, he immediately activated his divine power. A dim divine light suddenly lit up in his eyes, like a dark flame, slowly flickering.

In an instant, the blood and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes turned from bright red to dark red, and finally turned into ink-black crystals and dissipated into the starry sky.

Immediately afterwards, Li Qingyun's body shook, and the void under his feet immediately condensed into substance. He stomped his feet, and purple-gold light spread out like ripples, suppressing the whispers from nothingness.

His eyes were fixed on the squirming "Old Immortal", and the Hongmeng long sword in his hand was wrapped by the true energy of heavenly thunder, turning into a terrifying thunder.

The long sword swept out, and the purple-gold blade light tore through the void, like the wrath of the sky, carrying endless sharpness, and slashed straight at the chaotic shadow.

However, as soon as the blade approached his body, it seemed as if it had hit a sticky swamp, and its speed suddenly slowed down.

The body of the "Old Immortal" seemed to be composed of countless twisted spaces. When the sword light fell into it, it was divided into countless fragments and finally dissipated into nothingness.

"What the hell is this?"

Li Qingyun's heart trembled slightly, his eyes like lightning, staring at the wriggling giant, but he found that every part of the other party seemed to be spliced ​​together from different realities, without rules or logic, and just one glance at it would make people doubt their own sanity.

The "Old Immortal" slowly extended a thick tentacle that covered the sky and the sun. The surface of the tentacle was covered with densely packed eyes, and each eye was burning with a black flame, which was breathtaking.

Li Qingyun took a deep breath, and his figure suddenly turned into a flash of lightning and disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, he appeared above the giant, holding the purple-gold sword high, and slashed down suddenly!
Purple Lightning and Blue Nether Immortal-Slaying Divine Sword——The fourth move!

The shadow of robbery seals the sky!

The moment the sword was swung out, Li Qingyun seemed to have transformed into a calamity, following him like a shadow, sealing the sky and the earth, and deciding fate with a single sword!

The blade light fell like a streak of silk, with unstoppable edge, almost cutting the starry sky in half.

Under Li Qingyun's full-strength attack, the huge "Old Immortal"'s twisted tentacles and flesh on the surface instantly turned into countless fragments, disintegrating into a black vortex, flowing out of which was a sticky liquid like ink, emitting a disgusting smell.

However, Li Qingyun's expression did not relax at all, and even became more solemn.

The sinister and terrifying aura still existed, and he knew very well that the other party would not be defeated so easily.

Sure enough, the vortex slowly rotated in the void, emitting an aura that did not belong to this world.

The originally chaotic and disordered darkness gradually gathered together and formed a completely new form.

He is no longer the embodiment of chaos, madness, evil, and depravity, but has transformed into a flawless form - the "ethereal state".

His body was as smooth as crystal, without any flaws, and his aura became ethereal and indifferent. His every move was perfect and flawless, with an indescribable and inexpressible beauty and majesty.

His face was still blurry, with only a pair of cold and ruthless eyes appearing in the center of his face, emitting an oppressive force that could destroy everything.

Li Qingyun, who was now in possession of divine power, could immediately sense the two forms of this "old immortal" - one was closer to the form of an "immortal" in the ordinary sense, exuding a transcendent and lofty temperament, like a god high above, this was His "ethereal state".

The other is the most primitive form of the divinity of these "Old Immortals". Those strange pieces of flesh and wriggling tentacles exude extreme chaos and despair. Reality is constantly distorted in the face of their existence, and even time seems to have lost its meaning. This is their "Hunyuan State".

The existence of the "empty state" and the "mixed state" are exactly the two sides of the essence of the universe - chaos and order.

Only gods of extremely high status can display dual divinity. Gods in the "mixed primordial state" control destructive power and pressure, but can only fight according to instinct, without much subjective consciousness and reason.

Although the power of the gods in the "ethereal state" is suppressed, they can use extremely powerful "immortal arts", which in a sense makes them even more terrifying.

At this moment, the "old immortal" in Li Qingyun's eyes retracted the chaotic tentacles and flesh, and turned into a vague and tall immortal, with a cold silver light surrounding his body. In the ultimate perfection, he had a majesty that could not be looked directly at.

His eyes opened slightly, and his gaze was like a thorn, piercing directly into the depths of Li Qingyun's soul.

Then, He spoke, but the sound was not human language, but a whisper beyond mortal understanding:
"Mortal, how dare you steal the immortal position and seize the godhood?"

A cold and majestic voice exploded directly in Li Qingyun's mind.

The voice was emotionless, but carried an irresistible power, as if the entire starry sky was speaking to him.

Li Qingyun was so shocked by this powerful thought that his internal organs were almost displaced, and the blood in his body instantly boiled, and he almost lost control on the spot.

He took a deep breath, wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes, tightly grasped the purple-gold long sword in his hand, and sneered:

"What a bullshit immortal position. You are just a will. Do you think you are worthy of calling yourself a god?"

"ignorance!"

The Old Immortal continued to whisper, and with His voice, the entire starry sky began to tremble violently.

In the void, black runes emerged like a devil's spell. They rotated, intertwined, and finally turned into circles of spreading ripples, enveloping Li Qingyun.

Immortal Art——The Tide of Destruction!
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(End of this chapter)