The road is vague

Chapter 349 The Great Witch of Evil Herbs
"Could it be because the three sealing altars that served as the outer shell have been dismantled, and the main seal, no longer concealed, is reappearing in the world?"

Not only the true demon clone was stunned.

The monsters, humans, and witches throughout the Seven Star Corridor all seemed to sense something, and they all looked up at the sky with astonished expressions.

Everyone had a vague feeling that something was about to happen.

Click!

The Seven Star Corridor presented a cylindrical, distorted sky, with a black crack spreading rapidly like lightning to the horizon.

The black crack was covered with leaf-shaped sealing symbols, and countless sealing symbols stretched densely to the horizon.

"Humph."

Accompanied by a melodious hum, or perhaps a sigh from ancient times, it seemed to be annoyed by its full awakening.

Just a moment.

Whether it was Li Mo, who was planting spirit cotton in the distance, or the true demon clone in front of the volcano, or the ethereal peacock clan holy son Wen Aoxing in front of the ice valley, or the seemingly honest and foolish Iron Hoof Mountain God Wild Boar Spirit who was actually secretly investigating this place, all of them lost their luster.

In Li Mo's eyes, only the monotonous colors of black and white remained.

His soul seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, overwhelmed by an indescribable fear, staring blankly at the void rift that was boundless and sealed by endless talismans.

A weak, low murmur came from the dark crack.

“In ancient times, I followed the Hundred Fierce Heavenly Witch and was invincible. We fought in many realms, sacrificed countless lives, restored order to nature, and prevented endless destruction and annihilation. We enjoyed the glory of victory. You ignorant insects dare to disturb my slumber here. Your flesh and blood will become my offerings, and your souls will be cursed by me here, never to be reincarnated.”

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

Three drops of thick, black blood seeped from the cracks covered with sealing talismans and fell toward the warriors he had seen before.

Then the black and white world seemed to regain its brilliance.

The first drop of black blood fell in the area where the true demon clone was located, and it entered the body of the Mandala Warrior on the magma monster fish inside the crater.

"what!!!"

The fighter, now only half a body, let out a brief, hysterical scream. A thick, dark green aura continuously poured out from his eyes, mouth, ears, and tongue, rolling around on the back of the magma monster. Even the scorching hot magma flames were pushed away by this eerie, dark green aura, revealing an unsettling realm of utter darkness.

Immediately afterwards, Mandala seemed to be reborn from the ashes, her body shrouded in dark green aura, floating in the air, coldly looking at the true demon clone at the crater.

His aura became incredibly violent and chilling, as if he were frantically burning his life force.

The true demon avatar made brief eye contact with it and seemed to see countless scenes of despair and weeping, one apocalyptic scene after another of civilizations being destroyed and races being exterminated.

The true demon clone looked horrified and keenly sensed that the other party's soul aura had become completely different.

"Possession!?"

He screamed.

In just a moment, this late-stage Golden Core warrior of the Witch Clan was possessed by a drop of blood, and his aura changed completely.

"Humph."

The possessed Mandala sneered, his gaze toward the true demon clone seeming to be that of someone looking at a dead man.

Just as the true demon clone was on high alert and summoned the hunchbacked giant puppet to prepare for the attack, the originally gloomy and sneering Mandala suddenly looked astonished. He first glanced at his own aged body, then let out a short scream. Before he could make any move, he turned into ashes on the spot.

Only a single drop of witch blood remained, floating silently in the air, seemingly containing a mysterious power.

"this?"

All of this happened so fast that the true demon clone didn't have much time to react.

But out of instinct, he immediately took out a jade bottle, put the drop of thick black blood into it, and then affixed a sealing talisman.

After doing all this, he didn't dare to linger for a moment and quickly entered the Misty Box, placing the Flowing Gold Flame and the Sealing Bottle there.

Under the two completely different orders of heaven and earth within the ethereal box, the fiery gold quickly coalesced into a single mass.

The sealed vial showed no reaction whatsoever.

The true demon clone looked at the sealed bottle with extreme tension, revealing a thoughtful expression.

"It seems that the witch warrior, who only had half a body left and was on the verge of death, was simply unable to withstand the possession of this drop of demonic blood."

The true demon avatar was not careless because of this. He clearly remembered that three drops of blood had just dripped from the crack, so he immediately returned to the location of his main body in the Seven Star Corridor and told him the truth.

The second drop of thick, black blood landed on Wen Aoxing, the ethereal peacock clan's holy son, before the icy valley.

He also let out a piercing scream.

Fortunately, he instantly realized that he was being controlled by his bloodline.

This is a control technique similar to psychic arts. Strictly speaking, it is not possession, but because the initiative of the caster and the recipient has been switched at this moment, and the gap between the two is too large, it will inevitably cause irreversible damage to the caster.

He is currently only stealing and replacing the identity of a witch warrior, not a true witch, so naturally he is unwilling to let the other party control him.

Therefore, Wen Aoxing immediately canceled his identity as a witch warrior and reverted to his previous identity as the Wind Eagle Spirit.

A dramatic scene unfolded! This strange drop of blood seemed to lose its target and emerged from Wen Aoxing's body. When it tried to burrow into the replaced witch warrior's body, Wen Aoxing cast an illusionary maze, stripping it of its sense of direction and trapping it, causing the dark, thick blood to spin in circles.

Wen Aoxing gasped for breath, staring blankly at the drop of blood.

"A single drop of blood has acquired psychic properties."

He looked up at the crack in the sky.

"What lies behind this is probably far more terrifying than we imagined. It seems the Mountain and Sea Realm is not as peaceful as it appears. What exactly happened in ancient times..."

Rumbling and booming.

The vast ice valley ahead was rapidly melting away, revealing numerous corpses of the soulless witch warriors, who still stood silently in their postures of worship and offering.

Deep within the icy valley, there lies a mirror of frost, devoid of its former brilliance.

As Wen Aoxing collected the drop of witch blood without any incident, he looked at the collapsing and melting ice valley, his gaze finally settling on the frost mirror.

"The Heavenly Ice Crystal Mirror!!"

He let out an uncontrollable scream of surprise.

According to clan records.

Ancient times.

Nan Ke, the true spirit of the Misty Peacock Clan, was hailed as a peerless beauty. She became a cultivation partner with Zhou Yi, the founder of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and was regarded by the Misty Peacock Clan as a symbol of eternal harmony between humanity and the Misty Clan.

Later, Zhou Yi betrayed his oath. He used Nan Ke's labyrinthine illusion to separate the two world-destroying demon dragons, but he did not save Nan Ke as promised. Afterwards, the Goddess Palace found the labyrinth with the help of the Heavenly Ice Crystal Mirror. No one in the world dared to enter it. Legend has it that it was eventually stolen by the Nine-Tailed Fox and put into the belly of the Suanni. Combined with the last order of heaven and earth in the Misty Realm, it created the Misty Box.

Subsequently, a large army of the Witch Clan invaded the Mountain and Sea Realm. After a brief conflict, the Witch Clan army completely annihilated the already dying Mountain and Sea Realm, thus ushering in the End of Dharma Era.

Legend has it that this army of witches once tried to find the Misty Box and the Flowing Light Reversal Sword, but because it was too hasty and the end of the world was imminent, they ultimately returned empty-handed.

Wen Aoxing strode forward.

The moment his fingers touched it, the Mirror of Frost shattered, turning into countless ice crystals.

Wen Aoxing stared blankly at the sky full of ice crystals. After a brief moment of shock, he gradually became deep in thought.

"I understand!"

He turned to look at the corpses of the many witch warriors.

"The so-called evil god grass in the sea near the lost continent actually has its source of laws here. You have been silently influencing this world, thus fitting into the Mountain and Sea Realm and avoiding rejection. At the same time, you sealed yourself here to avoid being discovered by those two demonic dragons, thus surviving until now. Finally, you created Wushan Island, allowing the witch clan to continuously provide you with the offerings you need to barely maintain your survival."

Wen Aoxing looked up at the dark crack.

As the holy son of the ethereal Peacock Clan, his knowledge and courage were naturally extraordinary.

"Hmph, the current Mountain and Sea Realm seems to be a conflict between various races and humans, but in reality, it is you who are hiding behind the scenes, influencing the order of heaven and earth, and creating all kinds of conflicts. And you should be considered one of the weakest among these guys!"

The last drop of blood fell on a witch-giant who was performing divination.

"what!!!"

He had no means of resistance.

After a brief scream and struggle, his mind was quickly taken control.

As dark green smoke billowed from his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears, this once young and strong fighter quickly transformed into an aged-looking old man, emitting low, labored breaths.

"Only this one succeeded. The seeds left outside have weakened to such an extent that they couldn't even withstand my brief presence?"

The sound of panting continued.

After a while.

He gradually adapted to this body and walked quickly forward. About half an incense stick later, he saw a human planting spirit cotton. Before the other person could speak, he transformed into a series of afterimages and appeared in front of the person, raising the cotton high above his head, preparing to perform the sacrifice.

“My name… what was my name again…”

After pondering for a while, he finally remembered his name, connected the narrow space of the Seven Star Corridor, and completed the sacrifice.

"Evil Grass, so my name is Evil Grass. I am a high-ranking deacon under the Great Zhao Bai Lie Tian Wu, responsible for monitoring changes in this realm. Once it is suitable for war, I will immediately self-destruct that replica of the Tongtian Ice Crystal Mirror. At that time, the original, which is far away in the Seven Star Realm, will sense it."

The spiritual light from all directions flowed into his body, gradually making him younger.

Feeling the slight replenishment of vitality within his body, Xiecao let out a long breath, closed his eyes, looked up at the sky, and enjoyed the luxurious freedom. After a while, he reopened his eyes.

"The cost of maintaining the descent is far too high for this body. We must deal with that guy as soon as possible and find a way to re-seal the self-sealing... No, wait!"

The evil grass suddenly realized what was happening and began to carefully sense its surroundings.

His face became increasingly gloomy.

"The other two drops of blood are trapped. One should be that little evil god I corrupted. Who could the other be?"

He then looked towards the deepest part of the Seven Star Corridor, let out a cold snort, and turned to walk in that direction.

(End of this chapter)