Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 361 Blood Sacrifice! I no longer care about right or wrong.

Jiangzhou.

This is Jiujiang in later generations. Located in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, it has suffered from floods many times in history due to its low-lying terrain and dense river network.

This flood struck too suddenly, and the dikes in Jiujiang, Pengze, Hukou and other counties in northern Jiangxi, which are located along the Yangtze River, were completely washed away, turning the area from Hankou to Jiujiang into a sea of ​​water and sky. In the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, if the dike in Jiujiang were to break, it would trigger flooding in the Poyang Lake basin, causing widespread disasters in Jiangxi, Hubei and Anhui provinces.

Historically, most of the major floods in the Yangtze River basin in Central China have been related to this region. For example, during the Republic of China period, there were more than 60 breaches in the entire Yangtze River basin, and the collapse of the dike in the Jiujiang section resulted in 14.5 deaths. After the disaster, cholera and other epidemics lasted for several years. The International League estimated that this flood was the deadliest natural disaster in the world in nearly a century.

Another example is the massive flood of the 1990s, which forced people to fight the flood and provide disaster relief with their own bodies, something that would have been unthinkable in ancient times.

The Yellow River is a jab at the Central Plains dynasties that neglected water conservancy throughout history, forcing the descendants of Yan and Huang to even call out "Mother!"

The attack launched by the Yangtze River was no longer a simple elbow strike.

In Jiangzhou, a scholar named Lu Xiu inscribed a stele with a poem to record his experience of surviving this ordeal.

—"In the year of Xin Si, a summer flood struck. On the banks of the Yangtze River, Jiangzhou collapsed."

At first, the sound of tearing silk was heard, and in an instant, a ten-thousand-foot-high torrent collapsed. The turbid waves surged into the sky, like ten thousand horses galloping, and the flood gnawed at the banks, like a giant splitting a mountain.

The houses and huts floated and sank, like ducks and geese submerged in algae; the fields were submerged, like turtles and alligators hiding in deep pools.

The city collapsed, and goods were scattered with the current; the fields were broken up, and crops were lost to the eastward flow of water.

Alas!
A young child climbs a beam, his cries hoarse as he drowns in his mother's hand; an old man ties himself to a tree, his strength exhausted as he tries to pull his deceased grandson's boat.

Floating corpses covered the harbor, a horrific sight that could not be contained; starving corpses filled the embankment, a shocking sight that could not be spoken of.

Only see:

The crumbling walls and broken foundations still seem to weep with rain, and the dilapidated lintels and withered branches still seem to weep in the howling wind.

Alas!

Natural disasters befall us, what have the common people done wrong? The earth's virtue is unreliable, and the lives of ordinary people are fragile!

Jiangzhou was an important military stronghold of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

From the time of Li Bian until Li Yu ascended the throne, Jiangzhou was always one of the core areas of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Its economic and military status was very important, and it was a strategic location for the Southern Tang Dynasty to resist the northern regimes.

The sudden breach of the dike in such a strategically important border town caught everyone completely off guard.

Not only did the Southern Tang army and civilians suffer heavy losses, but even Duncan's tens of thousands of troops were trapped by the floods, and only a very small number of people were able to rush to the aid of Jingnan and other places in the event of the natural disaster.

A flood can harm both sides, and Duncan doesn't believe the people of Southern Tang would be so crazy.

Jiangzhou is a tributary of the Yangtze River.

In the surging river, a young boy, clutching a piece of dead wood, drifted with the current, floating in the turbid waves. He was swept away by the flood, but by sheer luck, he survived. Clutching the piece of dead wood, he drifted for a long time, his whole body turning white from being submerged, his lips turning black, his life fading away. Only a sliver of will to survive and a bit of luck kept him from drowning in the torrent.

But at this moment, he was on the verge of death, delirious, and could be swallowed by the water at any moment.

Tens of thousands of corpses floated on the lower reaches of the Yangtze River. Men, women, children, and the elderly all drowned. The young and strong still had some chance of survival, but the old, weak, sick, and disabled were swallowed up by the flood in an instant.

Suddenly, a massive black shadow appeared amidst the rolling waves.

Then, the very next second.

A giant dragon claw emerged from the water, revealing the ferocious outline of the black dragon. Duncan stood on the dragon's head, his hands gripping the dragon's horns tightly. The black dragon stretched out its claw, grabbed more than ten people who were still breathing, and placed them on the high ground along the shore.

It's beyond saving; there's simply no way to save it.

The river near Jiangzhou was originally 2-3 kilometers wide, but now it has reached more than 10 kilometers wide, expanding several times over. The affected area is beyond human rescue capabilities, and all low-lying areas have been submerged.

The flood peak downstream has been deflected, so at least in densely populated areas, the casualties are not too horrific.

However, at the breach, the floodwaters poured down, almost flattening the villages and towns along the way. In some villages and towns, hundreds of households were wiped out. The exact number of casualties is still unclear, but tens of thousands of people died or were injured in the vicinity of Jiangzhou alone.

If subsequent disaster relief efforts fail to prevent the outbreak of the plague, at least hundreds of thousands more people will die.

Duncan's expression was solemn, his eyes revealing a trace of pity, but also a raging fire and endless killing intent.

He slowly placed his palm on the head of the black dragon and said in a deep voice, "I need you to temporarily use your body to block the breach and help me."

"If you unfortunately die this time, I will take your soul away from this world."

"We'll find a way to recreate a physical body for you!"

The Yangtze River estuary is blocked by silt, making flood discharge very slow. Duncan must seal the breach to prevent the backflow of floodwaters from the Poyang Lake basin in order to save more people.

Only Mo Jiao can accomplish this.

The black dragon, exhausted from widening the river channel, let out a high-pitched dragon roar upon hearing this, and then swam upstream against the current. Its massive body moved through the waves, revealing its true dragon form, which was tens of feet long. Its enormous body controlled the water flow, and then it coiled up, actually using its dragon body to block the raging flood and withstand the impact of the torrents, mud, sand, and broken walls.

One after another, wounds appeared on the massive body of the black dragon.

Its enormous dragon eyes emerged from the water, its front claws clung to the ruins, and its hind claws plunged into the underground riverbed, blocking a breach in the Poyang Lake basin's backflow with the momentum of a coiled dragon.

Who could have imagined that back then, the evil dragon that was trying to transform into a dragon in the Jiaochi Pond of Dangshan would cause a flood that submerged hundreds of towns and villages along the river?

I can't believe we've managed to do this today!
The true dragon has taken human form.

Not only in terms of cultivation level, the actions of the Ink Dragon this time have also allowed it to condense a certain amount of dragon energy.

—Move the mountain!
Duncan's figure soared into the sky, his muscles and bones bulged, his military aura and martial arts cultivation were all in a berserk state, and he even showed signs of a savage going berserk. His muscles were bulging and his veins were bulging, and he transformed into a small giant who was more than 10 feet tall.

boom!
With a single, clumsy palm strike, distant rocks shattered, and amidst the deafening roar, even a corner of the mountain collapsed.

Shakyamuni's feat of throwing an elephant!
Up.

The Hegemon Lifts the Tripod!
Up.

Duncan lifted a boulder weighing over ten tons with both hands, held it aloft, and then hurled it. The boulder roared as it fell into the water, creating towering waves. Then, Duncan exerted his strength again, his terrifying cultivation resembling a divine power capable of moving mountains and filling seas. He actually lifted a small hill and, to the astonishment of the black dragon, filled the broken hill into the riverbed.

With the floodwaters blocked, the downward flow of the backflow slowed down considerably.

Duncan then smashed the city wall with a single blow, removed a section of it, and carried it on his shoulders, filling the riverbed with the massive wall as the black dragon used its body to block the flood peak, thus cutting off the backflow of water from the Poyang Lake basin.

I don’t know how long it took.

Duncan looked exhausted. With the combined strength of the man and the dragon, the breach in the Jiangzhou dike was repaired by 70-80%. In the distance, there was a dense crowd of nearly a thousand people, including civilians and soldiers of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Under the leadership of a scholar named Lu Xiu, they carried sand and stones on their shoulders and in their hands to build the dike, doing their part.

Human strength has its limits.

Although Duncan couldn't save everyone, he at least minimized the damage caused by the flood.

The figure of the black dragon finally emerged from the riverbed, and many of its dragon scales had broken off.

The power of natural disasters.

Even a true dragon couldn't withstand it for long; the impact was something no ordinary creature could withstand.

The people along the river all knelt on the ground. Duncan stood bare-chested on the dragon's head, looking down at all living beings. Then he rode the dragon and used his supernatural powers to dispel the dark clouds in the sky.

Suddenly, a ray of sunlight shone down from the horizon, and the survivors embraced each other and wept.

"The Yangtze River breached its banks, causing immense suffering to the people."

"Right and wrong".

"I have no intention of getting involved anymore!"

Duncan gently stroked the dragon horn in his hand and said to the black dragon at his feet, "Would you be willing to fight me again?"

The black dragon let out a series of high-pitched dragon roars. Although its body was covered in wounds, its fighting spirit remained high.

This is exactly what it imagines a true dragon should do!
Even if it were to die and perish at this moment, it would have no fear.

"very good."

Duncan crouched down, patted the dragon's head encouragingly, and said slowly, "Then let's fight again."

Roar!
A dragon's roar resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Duncan no longer concealed his cultivation level, revealing his thousands of years of experience. He rode the black dragon into the sky and headed north of Jiangzhou.

"dragon!"

"There's a dragon in the sky!"

A series of terrified and desperate cries rang out.

Above the Northern Song army camp rushing to aid the Southern Tang, a ferocious black dragon appeared above the dark clouds. In the central tent of the army, a burly and fierce man hurriedly walked out, holding an iron spear. He looked up at the sky and instantly froze on the spot.

This man was Wang Jixun. He was skilled in strategy and exceptionally brave. Because he was adept at using iron whips, iron spears, and iron hammers, he was known in the army as "Wang the Three Irons".

Wang Jixun was the brother-in-law of Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty. His cannibalistic acts have been recorded many times in historical books.

He took pleasure in "dismembering slaves," meaning he cut off and ate human flesh while they were still alive, even roasting human flesh in front of the victims, accompanied by "hand-washing crab" sauce recorded in the *Dongjing Menghualu* (Record of the Splendor of the Eastern Capital). According to the *History of the Song Dynasty*, during his tenure in Luoyang, he killed and ate over a hundred slaves within five years, their remains being carelessly discarded in a mass grave west of the city. Although Zhao Kuangyin received numerous reports of his crimes, he only offered symbolic punishments such as "dismissal with salary" and "exile to Dengzhou," effectively condoning his continued atrocities.

His residence once became a "human flesh buffet restaurant," with human traffickers and coffin merchants frequently coming and going. The people of Luoyang dared not report him to the authorities out of fear of imperial power.

The Northern Song army also had a tradition of cannibalism, but this guy's cannibalism was recorded in official history.

Some people in this world have already exceeded Duncan's expectations in terms of morality. The Yangtze River suddenly burst its banks, and there were even Northern Song Dynasty troops and some Taoist masters north of Jiangzhou. For Duncan at this moment, right and wrong were no longer important.

He wanted to pay tribute to the more than 100,000 innocent souls who drowned on both sides of the Yangtze River!

"Someone! Prepare the bows!" Wang Jixun exclaimed.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a murderous figure descended from the sky.

Dragon-Capturing Skill.

Duncan's figure was like a god of death descending to earth. In the instant he raised his hand to grab Wang Jixun, he was captured in his palm. This man was also a master of military martial arts, a top-notch general among mortals. His external martial arts skills were superb, and he had also cultivated a fierce aura of a military strategist.

Click!

With a bloodcurdling scream, Duncan crushed Wang Jixun's limbs, then looked around at the horrified guards surrounding the tent, and expressionlessly placed his hand on Wang Jixun's neck.

It's sizzling!

Duncan grabbed Wang Jixun's cervical vertebrae, then used his hidden strength to shatter all of Wang's meridians, and used the true essence of the Longevity Technique to protect his heart meridian, ensuring that he would not die immediately.

Then, Duncan slowly pulled his cervical vertebrae and spine out of his body, one vertebra at a time!

Wang Jixun's head was in excruciating pain, his facial features contorted. Under the infusion of the true essence of the Longevity Technique, his head could even see his spine being pulled out bit by bit. Duncan casually tossed the mangled, fleshy body aside.

"Kill...kill me..."

"Please...kill me!..."

Duncan ignored him. This guy liked to eat living people, so let him experience what it meant to be worse than dead. Duncan poured his true energy into his head, and even after the head and spine were pulled out, he still retained some consciousness.

Duncan used the military camp's table as an altar, raised his hand and pointed, and flames ignited. He used weapons and spears as incense, lit them with his true energy, and in the raging fire, he placed Wang Jixun's head and spine as a sacrifice, and slowly bowed towards a place along the Yangtze River.

Originally, countless wronged souls and water ghosts wailed incessantly along both banks of the Yangtze River. But for some unknown reason, the wailing gradually subsided. The souls were also touched by a wisp of incense, and they returned to calm, drifting upstream along the water towards Fengdu.

Blood sacrifice!
Since Duncan's rise to prominence, he has never performed a blood sacrifice ritual.

But this time, only a blood sacrifice can appease the souls of the dead.

After Wang Jixun breathed his last, Duncan slowly emerged, his eyes deep and unfathomable. Outside the central army camp, they were already heavily surrounded, with thousands of archers trembling in fear. With a command from behind, countless arrows rained down.

A dragon's roar rang out once more, and the phantom of the black dragon emerged from the dark clouds.

Duncan casually waved his hand, and the aura transformed into a whirlwind, scattering the arrows that filled the sky. Then, he soared into the air and struck down with his palm. A palm print descended from the sky, turning all the soldiers and generals within a radius of more than ten feet into minced meat. Endless blood energy rose up, gathering around him like mist. From afar came cries of terror and despair. He gripped a long sword and swung it, the blade's energy sweeping across, instantly cutting nearly a hundred people in half at the waist, their blood and intestines spilling onto the ground.

not enough!

not enough!
More than 100,000 souls need to be sacrificed; killing just this few people is not enough!
Give them blood food.

Give all the people of the world a full meal, a hearty feast!
Let them go on their way peacefully, and go to the gates of hell in peace. They could not have enough to eat and wear in life, but after death they will drink the blood of the enemy and feast on their flesh.

From the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period to the present, the people of the world have been ravaged for too long.

This blood feast!
Deng will definitely make sure they have enough to eat!

One Wang Jixun alone couldn't satisfy so many dead souls. Duncan's gaze swept across the enemy troops ahead and locked onto a man with a majestic appearance and magnanimous demeanor. He was indeed a handsome man.

Zhao Guangyi.

Duncan's sword unleashed a storm of blood and gore, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of heads flew off. The soldiers and officers before him were terrified, some even kneeling and begging for mercy. But Duncan's sword did not hesitate for a moment. He gripped the sword with both hands and slashed down, the domineering blade energy shattering everything and cutting a crack over a hundred meters long in the ground.

His figure flashed out, his blade energy cleaving several Daoist masters blocking his way in two. His lightning magic, like a flame, was crushed by Duncan. Then, with a single sweeping move, Zhao Guangyi and the others who were trying to escape were instantly beheaded.

Under the sword of the Great Free Heaven Demon Lord, all living beings are equal; even kings and generals are nothing more than souls lost beneath his blade.

The third day after the fall of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

Duncan slaughtered more than 10,000 Northern Song soldiers and generals, beheaded Zhao Guangyi and others, and killed seventeen Taoist masters. The camp north of Jiangzhou was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with less than a hundred people surviving by chance.

Overnight.

The wandering ghosts throughout the Central Plains seemed to have enjoyed a blood feast, with many vengeful spirits and evil ghosts voluntarily heading to the Gates of Hell to be reincarnated.

This was a massive blood sacrifice.

Even the constant wailing of vengeful ghosts in the underworld since the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period was quieted for a day, and countless souls of the dead received a share of blood, which soothed their boundless resentment.

Only by eating their flesh and drinking their blood can one vent their hatred.

All causal laws were disrupted, Zhao Guangyi died, and everything deviated from the course of history.

Blood sacrifice to the Blood God.

Skull offering cranial seat.

The true nature of the Great Free Heaven Demon Lord has been revealed.

He slaughtered an entire army in a single day.

Ling Su Daoist was filled with terror. All the Daoist masters he had invited had been slaughtered. He had survived by sheer luck and fled for a hundred miles, heading towards the Jade Emperor Peak of Mount Tai.

This is beyond human capability; only when Master emerges from seclusion will there be even a sliver of a chance.

The demonic form of the Great Free Heaven Demon Lord has been forced out.

He killed so many people.

It seems he's about to lose control of his cultivation level.

Even though Ling Su Daoist was dozens of miles away, he was still shocked by the boundless demonic aura emanating from the Great Free Heaven Demon Lord. The other party used killing to seize people's cultivation, and his profound cultivation was rarely seen in ancient and modern times.

Master said that this world could not contain Him. Now it seems that if He were to forcibly remain in this world, He might attract countless extraterrestrial demons.

The moment they had been waiting for was finally approaching.

North of Jiangzhou Camp.

Duncan stared expressionlessly at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood before him, a hazy, invisible phantom in his palm, its shape indescribable, like a primordial creation from the beginning of time.

A gentle squeeze!
Snapped.

The phantom of the extraterrestrial demon was instantly crushed.

"So you were waiting for me here?"

Duncan could easily crush one or two extraterrestrial demons, but what if thousands or tens of thousands descended?

How does he cope?
This calamity arose because of him, and naturally it must be ended by him.

You don't come looking for me.

Then I'll come find you.

Duncan gazed into the distance, at the summit of Mount Tai, the Jade Emperor Peak. As long as the Heavenly Dao's antivirus software is functioning properly, the laws of this world will naturally resist their invasion.

Now that the Heavenly Dao is out of balance, the secrets of Heaven have been stolen, and the laws are incomplete, his breakthrough in strength will cause spatial turbulence.

Whoever steals the secrets of Heaven, kill them, and the laws will be complete.

For Duncan, the most dangerous thing was the first wave of extraterrestrial demons descending on a large scale. Once he succeeded, the extraterrestrial demons would simply run into the antivirus network of the Heavenly Dao Laws.

"If we can survive this calamity, this world can be transformed from a martial arts world into a true immortal world."

The world has been upgraded.

Duncan held up the ceiling, the laws of Heaven patched the loopholes, and then he sacrificed the Jade Emperor to the heavens, thus completing the secrets of Heaven and possessing the possibility of reshaping the laws.

It could even directly trigger a large-scale spiritual energy revival.

The mighty Ming Dynasty.

The Immortal Dynasty.

As long as the world is upgraded and spiritual energy is revived, countless people will become immortals and attain enlightenment, and even ordinary people will be able to cultivate.

In this world of high martial arts and high magic, even gods can be found everywhere.

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(End of this chapter)