All the evil beasts in the world, I feed on demons and monsters

Chapter 82: The War is About to Begin (Please Read!)
Outside the paper figurine shop.

After leaving the shop, the three of them immediately headed towards Guanchao Mountain.

Given Sun Yi's intelligence, Ji Ran immediately cancelled the "stealing life" and returned it to him.

That IQ is hot.

"Old Huang has made the arrangements, and Master Jiang has made a prompt decision. Tonight, we will mobilize all martial artists to enter the national sacrifice site. We will then start the action as soon as the national sacrifice begins tomorrow, without waiting for the climax!"

"Then we are?"

"Let's go to Guanchao Mountain now and wait for tomorrow to take action together!"

Chen Qingyan couldn't help but continue, "Senior Huang He should be seventy-one years old this year. He was a famous master forty years ago, a veteran of the Kongtong Sect's Divine Fist School. He once beat the entire martial arts world to the ground with his bare fists."

"Rumor has it that he was killed by Jiang Rao thirty-seven years ago. Now that he has appeared here, I'm afraid all the masters in the martial arts world have gathered in the county city."

"Hopefully, it goes well."

……

Three fast horses galloped away and arrived at the foot of Guanchao Mountain at dusk.

The sky was dark and the clouds were thick, even the sunset was shrouded in a gloom.

As soon as the three of them arrived at the back mountain, they saw a familiar figure.

Jiang Rao changed into a green Taoist robe and sat down under an old tree with a sword in his arms.

"It's a ritual robe."

Xun Yu spoke, and the three of them immediately rode their horses over, then dismounted and walked towards Jiang Rao.

"sit."

Jiang Rao seemed to be waiting for three people. At this moment, he took out a piece of origami and threw it down. A black table fell under the pine forest.

Four jade cups, filled with sweetness.

The three of them were seated.

Jiang Rao raised his glass and everyone drank together.

[You have consumed Morning Dew Purple Brew, and your experience points have increased by 5%.]

[Current experience value: Immortal Luan Guest·Early Stage (10.3%)]

nice one!
"Three of you, tomorrow's battle will be the final one for all eternity."

Jiang Rao spoke softly. At this moment, his hairpin was tilted horizontally, and the hair hanging down from his temples was neat and flowing, giving him an immortal look.

The old face showed a hint of relief and even a smile.

"I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time."

"Normally, the Henghai Navy has 100,000 men stationed at Guanchao Mountain. But now, you and I are sitting here in the back mountains, and no one is around."

"Southern Han has had sporadic uprisings up to this point, but this time the Red Army has become a force to be reckoned with."

"This time, even if there is an accident, there is no turning back."

Jiang Rao chuckled and pointed behind him.

"This time, Huang He and his little guys promised me that they would annihilate the Maitreya sect members before the national sacrifice."

"Our opponents are the thousands of monsters in Guanchao Mountain. Among them are at least three second-level demons."

Ji Ran's eyes trembled slightly, and he said, "Second level?"

Jiang Rao nodded and said, "I will deal with General Chang."

Feeling Ji Ran's gaze, he whispered, "Although I am at the peak of the first level, my will has already far surpassed the second level."

With the battle imminent, Jiang Rao explained seriously, which was unusual for him. "I have demonic energy within me. If I break through, I might transform into a second-level demon. But I have a magic sword. I only need to feed it a drop of blood, and it will transform my intention into reality, slashing out with a second-level sword light."

Ji Ran nodded, he thought of it.

When he used the incense ash to fight Jiang Rao at the peak of the first level, although he had superb skills, his overall strength was barely enough for him to cope with. Even if he hit him with a full-strength elbow, he could still be repelled.

But when he took out the magic sword, things changed instantly.

It was enough to severely injure a peak first-level cultivator. The Tianhe Qi, activated with all its strength, was like a light rain under the magic sword.

If he had not instructed me at that time, I would have died instantly as soon as I drew my sword.

Jiang Rao looked at Ji Ran and said, "First level intention, second level realm. You can focus on refining your intention now. Tomorrow, you must use the borrowed mana to carve out your own intention!"

"If you can unleash the same power as before, coupled with the blessing of the North Pole Demon Slayer Institute's divine power, it will not be difficult to kill the Great Buddha."

Jiang Rao looked at the three people and said, "There must be more secrets in Guanchao Mountain. The Great Buddha never allows any living person to go into the Hualong Pond."

"But it does not matter."

Jiang Rao looked at Ji Ran seriously and said, "Just kill the Great Buddha. This guy is afraid of being abandoned by the Southern Han, so he has been keeping the Mirage Demon Refining Technique to himself for decades."

"His death means the continuation of the lineage. Even if it's not possible to instantly destroy all the ghost soldiers' cultivation, it will still sever the foundation of the Southern Han Dynasty."

Jiang Rao looked at the distant northern sky and said, "No matter what happens tomorrow, if there is any trouble in the mountain, I will eliminate it."

"You, just keep moving forward."

Ji Ran nodded and said, "Okay!"

If this is the case, and I can destroy the Southern Han Dynasty, I can be said to have changed the sun and the moon for this world.

After walking through this world for so long, he can no longer simply view it as a copy.

This is a vibrant world.

As the moon rose, thousands of lanterns lit up the mountain, like a vast sea of ​​fireflies. That was the National Sacrifice Ground in front of the mountain, undergoing final preparations for the National Sacrifice tomorrow.

Jiang Rao left and went to deploy the troops.

Chen Qingyan stayed under the tree and began to draw talismans with all the materials he had. Ji Ran looked at it for a moment and saw that the talisman was blood-red and evil. When he asked, he found out that it was used to restrain rampant ghosts.

"Are you worried about Jiang Rao?" Chen Qingyan nodded and said, "He's from a well-known and upright family. He's too upright in nature and not cruel enough."

"Why are you looking at me drawing talismans?"

Chen Qingyan continued painting for a while, and Ji Ran kept watching him, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

"See if there's anyone I can steal your skills from."

Ji Ran is open and honest.

Chen Qingyan was silent, thought for a while, and took out a brocade book.

"The Six Ghost Talismans are six types of talismans that don't require Taoist magic power, but require blood. They're somewhat sinister, but simple."

[You have obtained the Six Ghost Talismans.]

"Thank you."

Ji Ran was stunned for a moment, then smiled and continued standing.

"Anything else?"

"It's okay, I just feel it's a bit mercenary to just leave."

"..."

Chen Qingyan said sincerely: "I don't mind."

"to make."

Ji Ran turned and left. Hearing Chen Qingyan's sigh of relief behind him, he continued to draw talismans.

Xun Yu waved from a distance, and Ji Ran followed.

The two came to a small hill on the other side and looked at the national shrine in the distance below the hill.

Thousands of lights decorate the vast night.

Red lanterns and green colors are all on the high Buddhist platform.

The national sacrifice is actually similar to the river god sacrifice. The main point is to burn incense and worship, but the worship is not for a specific thing, but for the national destiny.

Maitreya cults exploit this opportunity, using the mirage to plant the seeds of ghost cultivation in people. If a man participated in national sacrifices or, in the military, cannibalized humans, he was forced to cultivate ghosts. From then on, his life would be dominated by the mirage, just like Yuan Beishan, the man from Tingchao Village.

Moreover, once he breaks through the Fire Chief and gains the Dragon and Tiger Qi, he will always be controlled by Shangguan, who has stronger Dragon and Tiger Qi.

"I didn't expect that I would be able to participate in something like this after only being out for half a month."

Xun Yu looked down the mountain with a smile, the colorful orange and red lights reflected in his eyes.

"Master has been sitting in the mountains for decades. If I complete this task today, his merits and virtues may not even be as great as mine."

Xun Yu sighed again and said, "It's just that I haven't had the chance to take a closer look at this martial arts world. I only know you, Chen Qingyan, Chen Chu, and Master Jiang."

"Don't feel bad, we will win. You have plenty of time."

"And the Jianghu is actually right in front of us."

Ji Ran looked at the crowd at the foot of the mountain, wondering how many people from the underworld were mixed in.

The Maitreya sect has tens of thousands of followers and is a force to be reckoned with. Even the second-level Dividing River God has been suppressed by the Maitreya sect!
Of course, although there is a high probability that Liu Dixian and Zhu Polong will backstab them, the fact that the second-level big monsters protected by incense can be suppressed alive is enough to show the horror of Maitreya Sect.

Jiang Rao is not the only one who sacrificed his life.

There is never a shortage of people who seek justice.

Ji Ran said, "Go back and adjust your condition. Tomorrow at the national sacrifice, if anyone in the martial arts world moves, a message will be sent."

"That's when we take action!"

"Ah."

Xun Yu nodded slightly, looking at the dim lights at the foot of the mountain with a hint of anticipation and nostalgia.

……

Among the national sacrifices.

Countless lights strung together to create a vast expanse of light and color, decorating the vast plain in front of the mountain, which is large enough to accommodate 100,000 people, like daylight with a touch of fantasy.

Many people have already started to enter.

A group of women wearing golden and red long gowns were holding pieces of jade and jewelry, lined up in a long queue, and walked towards a sacrificial cave at the foot of Guanchao Mountain.

Sister Cui followed closely with a determined look in her eyes.

Porters were entering the area carrying bread and shoulder poles. The national memorial lasted seven days, and no one was allowed to leave the area. Therefore, wide paths were reserved for vendors to operate at designated times, selling food and edible goods.

Huang He was now hunched over, skillfully carrying a shoulder pole. Sun Yi, pushing a cart frame, pushed through the crowd and arrived with Huang He at the front of the trade route to stop.

Some opera troupes specializing in praising the imperial court also set up their stages at designated locations. However, beneath the flags on their backs were the cold tips of spears.

The old man carrying the sugar man was smiling, but he looked at the walking monk with a squint.

The hustle and bustle here continued until the night wind blew away and the sky turned pale.

“Woo—woo—”

Amidst the sound of a horn, there was no light falling from the sky, but a surge of lead-gray clouds was rolling.

A damp, cold wind blew over the cushions filled with people. The densely packed people looked like black silk covering the plain.

Tick ​​tock!

As raindrops fell, monks wearing golden and red robes filed out from the high platform.

The flag of Southern Han was raised, and thick incense was lit on the bronze tripod on the high platform.

The incense burners in front of countless people were lit one by one, and they bowed their heads and used their bodies to block the drizzle falling from the sky.

The national sacrifice begins!
(End of this chapter)