Huangxiu

Chapter 1202 Suppression
After the three were seated, Zhu Lingyun slowly said, "Listen carefully, I will only say it once."

The three nodded solemnly.

Zhu Lingyun's lips moved, but no sound came out; he was using a secret telepathic technique.

Chu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow.

With his heightened senses, he can clearly see the shape of sounds and analyze their content by observing their fluctuations.

In addition, there's the shape of its mouth.

After studying the techniques of the three of them, I discovered that they were a combined attack method.

It is completely different from the cultivation methods of today; it is a purely spiritual secret art.

They transformed their true essence into spiritual power, thus uniting to fight against the statue.

After hearing this, the three closed their eyes and pondered it carefully before beginning to practice.

As their true essence circulated, a strange power condensed within their bodies.

Three strange forces merged together and then drifted toward the statue.

Chu Zhiyuan's expression was solemn.

The three had excellent teamwork and were all at the ninth level of cultivation, with a deep accumulation of knowledge.

The strange aura transformed from true essence was originally extremely domineering, but because of the deep relationship between the three, they were able to successfully merge into one.

After the three strange auras condensed, they transformed into another strange aura, a higher-level aura.

This strange energy, following their wishes, slowly drifted onto the statue.

The statues suddenly shimmered with golden light, but their strange aura met the golden light and merged into it, causing the golden light to become thinner and the gold color to fade, becoming increasingly faint.

Eventually, it turned into a soft white light, no longer dazzling, and no longer causing hallucinations.

"Not bad." Zhu Lingyun clapped his hands and nodded in satisfaction: "Well done!"

The three opened their eyes, their gazes dim.

In just that short time, they felt exhausted and almost couldn't hold on any longer, and their vision began to blur.

They never expected that this technique would consume so much energy, as if it had instantly drained their true essence and spirit.

If it had been any later, she might have fainted and it's hard to say whether she would have woken up.

Zhao Ruilin looked up at the statue: "God, this statue is no longer a threat, is it?"

"Its aura has been temporarily extinguished," Zhu Lingyun said. "It will recover soon."

"Then how do we deal with it?" Zhao Ruilin asked. "Can we destroy it?"

"You wish!" Zhu Lingyun snorted. "Stop thinking about it. We need to find a way to soak it in the blood pool."

"Blood pool?" Zhao Ruilin was stunned.

Zhu Lingyun said, "First, capture a hundred people, bleed them to build a blood pool, and soak this statue in the blood pool to temporarily suppress it."

"...How long can it be suppressed?" Zhao Ruilin asked hesitantly.

"About a month," Zhu Lingyun said. "A new blood pool will be needed after a month."

Sun Haoyang couldn't help but ask, "A hundred people die every month, more than 1,200 a year?"

"Is it a lot?" Zhu Lingyun asked him indifferently.

Sun Haoyang said, "It's not a lot, but if we use these thousand-plus people for our cultivation, they'll be much more useful, right?"

"If we don't suppress it, you'll all be wiped out very soon." Zhu Lingyun sneered, "Do you think the Undying God is as merciful as I am?"

"Hehe, Your Majesty, are you too soft-hearted?" Sun Haoyang chuckled.

Zhu Lingyun said coldly, "If I weren't merciful, would you dare speak to me like that?!"

Sun Haoyang quickly clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Your subordinate wouldn't dare, I'm just curious, how exactly will it harm us?... Won't it recognize us as its subordinates?... It's on a higher level, why don't you, Divine Lord, also submit to it?"

Zhao Ruilin shouted, "Junior Brother Sun, shut up!"

He quickly clasped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. Junior Brother Sun has always been one to speak without thinking."

Zhu Lingyun snorted coldly and said, "If I could become his subordinate, I would certainly be eager to do so, but alas..."

He shook his head: "You want to attach yourself to them, but they don't care. They want to kill you to absorb your spirit and strengthen themselves."

He snorted and said, "You go and devour the essence and blood of those experts, and you'll let him go just because he wants to join your Giant Spirit Sect?"

“…No.” Zhao Ruilin shook his head.

Supplies are supplies; begging for mercy is useless. You can't be soft-hearted, otherwise there would be no need to practice evil arts.

"So, now you know what to do, right?" Zhu Lingyun sneered, "Hurry up and get the Blood Pool ready, and suppress it as soon as possible."

Zhao Ruilin clasped his hands in a fist salute and said, "Your subordinate will send someone to do it immediately!"

"Go quickly," Zhu Lingyun snorted. "If it goes on for too long, it won't be able to be suppressed, and then we'll have to go through a lot of trouble."

"Yes." Zhao Ruilin nodded solemnly and looked at Hu Chengxiang and Sun Haoyang.

Finally, his gaze passed over them and landed on a middle-aged man: "Junior Brother Lu, take some men and capture a hundred able-bodied men on the road."

"Yes." A square-faced middle-aged man clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Are there any cultivation level requirements?"

Zhao Ruilin shook his head: "A young and strong person is fine, it's even better if they don't have any cultivation."

He looked at Zhu Lingyun: "Divine Lord, is cultivation unnecessary?"

“Naturally, the higher the cultivation level, the better,” Zhu Lingyun said. “A higher cultivation level allows for suppression for a longer period of time.”

Zhao Ruilin said, "To be on the safe side, don't look for those with high cultivation levels, and preferably those who don't know martial arts." "Yes." The square-faced middle-aged man clasped his hands in a fist salute, then clasped his hands again towards Zhu Lingyun: "Then, Your Majesty, I will go."

Zhu Lingyun waved his hand: "The sooner the better, don't waste time."

"If we want to speed things up, then as the sect leader said, those with lower cultivation levels are indeed better."

Zhu Lingyun, too lazy to say anything more, waved his hand.

The square-faced middle-aged man bowed and retreated, heading towards the direction of the Giant Spirit Sect's valley.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned, his expression solemn.

Regardless of feelings, a demon is a demon, and in the end, it will still harm people.

They could kill a hundred innocent people in one go without even blinking.

This is also the nature of the deity; the longer he stays in this world, the more bloodshed he will cause.

Thinking of this, his murderous intent intensified.

The square-faced middle-aged man moved with incredible speed, like a wisp of smoke.

As they walked into a grove of trees, a golden light suddenly flashed through the woods.

The golden light was dim, appearing and disappearing, seemingly there and not there, and it lightly slipped into the back of his head from behind.

By the time he realized what was happening, the golden light had already pierced through his head, and the sword tip was protruding from his forehead.

Chu Zhiyuan floated out of the woods, stepped onto the treetop, and watched as the square-faced middle-aged man slumped backward and fell heavily into the pile of weeds.

The golden sword shot out on its own, trembled in the air, and then returned to its sheath at Chu Zhiyuan's waist.

Chu Zhiyuan vanished in a flash, only to return to the mountain peak a moment later, gazing at the statue of the Undying Evil Lord and the God Lord from afar.

Zhu Lingyun sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Zhao Ruilin and the other two felt dizzy and exhausted, so they closed their eyes to rest.

Chu Zhiyuan was pondering Zhu Lingyun's words.

The Immortal Evil Lord statue's goal is to kill and collect spirits, with no intention of transmitting any teachings.

Is this the truth, or a lie?

Develop believers, bestow strength, and then receive strength through these believers.

This is how the Evil Lord obtains power, while the Undying Evil Lord does it differently.

He was extremely curious, but for a moment he found it difficult to determine whether what the Evil Lord said was true or false.

……

Fifteen minutes later, Zhao Ruilin opened his eyes and frowned.

Zhu Lingyun sat steadily, his eyes closed, motionless like a statue.

Zhao Ruilin stood up, and by now, after adjusting his breathing, his fatigue had eased somewhat.

He said softly, "Your Majesty, something's not right. I'll go take a look."

Zhu Lingyun closed his eyes and said calmly, "Go."

Zhao Ruilin clasped his hands in a fist salute, then turned to leave.

Hu Chengxiang and Sun Haoyang stood up almost simultaneously, quickly clasping their hands in greeting and saying, "Senior brother, let's go together!"

Zhao Ruilin looked at Zhu Lingyun.

Zhu Lingyun said, "Go ahead and build the blood pool as soon as possible, don't delay."

"Yes," Zhao Ruilin said in a deep voice.

He carried the two of them as they floated away, heading towards the valley.

They suddenly stopped halfway through.

Zhao Ruilin looked down at the woods at his feet and sniffed: "You can smell it, can't you?"

"what?"

"The smell of death... Someone just died here."

"Could it be Junior Brother Lu?" Sun Haoyang asked with a smile.

The other two, however, did not laugh; instead, their expressions became even more serious.

Sun Haoyang was taken aback: "No way, senior brother, junior brother Lu shouldn't be dead here."

Zhao Ruilin gracefully landed under the tree, stepped on the weeds, scanned the area, and then twitched his nose as he moved forward.

He finally stopped in front of the square-faced middle-aged man's corpse and said in a deep voice, "It's Junior Brother Lu!"

Sun Haoyang stepped forward and touched it, then shook his head: "It's completely cold... Who could kill Senior Brother Lu silently?!"

He was also an elder of the Giant Spirit Sect, with the cultivation level of an eighth-rank Venerable. He died silently at such close range.

It was clearly a sneak attack, and the attacker's cultivation level was far superior to his.

They stared at his wound, their faces grim.

Chu Zhiyuan restrained his impulse and did not draw his sword, as he was not confident that he could kill all three of them.

He stood at a distance, his extrasensory perception shining as he examined the three of them for wounds and sensed their presence.

(End of this chapter)