Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 209 A Fine Sacrifice
The night is dark.

The wizards were still awake, and so was Ma Lingbai.

He carried a large vat of water to the backyard of the Witch of Wide Ears and poured it over her from head to toe.

They are a rare and unique species in the tribe of Ma Mian Jufu.

His hair, eyebrows, and beard were all snow-white with strong hair roots, but he didn't have much body hair elsewhere on his body.

After the water flowed over his entire body, not many water droplets were left on his distinctly shaped body.

With a little pressure, his skin, like a lotus leaf, allowed the water droplets to flow smoothly.

Since sensing the presence of the God of Revenge and receiving blessings several times, the hundreds of old scars on his body have all disappeared.

His skin was so radiant that he sometimes wondered if it was too fragile.

However, when he really exerts his strength, the thick skin becomes somewhat translucent, and that tough and resilient feeling is revealed.

It is stronger than his skin, which used to be covered with calluses and scars.

The large vat was carelessly tossed aside and smashed to pieces.

Ma Lingbai touched his arm, remembering the witch.

The witches of the Guang'er tribe have such flexible bodies.

In particular, she is quite strong and among the females she owns, she is very suitable to be a long-term partner.

Unfortunately, due to racial differences, they are basically unable to have children.

Otherwise, after the God of Revenge and the God of Flowing Waves cooperate...

The child of Ma Lingbai and the Guang'er Witch is very likely to become the leader of the two forces after their unification.

"But the Liubo clan is already extinct, and the Guang'er clan is not of the bloodline of the Liubo God, while my bloodline can continue to grow."

"If my bloodline completely surpasses Guang'er's, perhaps I can make her give birth to a pure horse-faced child?"

Ma Lingbai revealed a savage smile and stomped his foot.

The power of the supernatural force traveled from the ground to the wall, and a fist made of rock extended outward from the surface of the wall.

when! !

The iron bar leaning against the wall was sent flying by this punch.

Ma Lingbai caught the iron rod, as thick as a child's arm, with one hand. With this sudden stop, both ends swayed.

With white hair under the moon, his figure twisted and turned, and he began to use the force of the iron rod to perform a set of staff techniques.

The buzzing sound was indistinguishable as either the vibration of the iron rod or the force of the airflow being pulled.

The sticks were swung around and pounded, sweeping and churning the people along with the sticks.

The entire courtyard was filled with the hazy shadows of sticks.

A strong wind howled, causing the walls and beams to tremble slightly and the tiles to rattle.

Those fresh fragments of the large vat were once again swept up by the strong wind.

With just a sweep of the stick, not even a cracking sound could be heard, and instead, countless snow-like fragments flew through the air.

The shadows of sticks that filled the courtyard suddenly vanished.

Ma Lingbai held his stick to the sky, his movements deliberate and focused.

At that moment, several streaks of white powder floated in mid-air, resembling three or four floating pythons.

The stick suddenly moved, tracing the path of all the snow powder.

All the powder was stuck to the stick with a strong force.

Bang! !

With a flick of the long stick, a white line pierced through the thick wall, creating a large hole.

The powder, still burning, traveled thirty paces further, leaving the bark of a large tree mottled with spots.

The tree swayed and broke off from the area where the powder particles were most concentrated.

Ma Lingbai hoisted his long staff onto his shoulder, his eyes brimming with lust.

I still remember when I was a child, other horse-faced warriors liked to use knives or wooden sticks wrapped with iron, but he insisted on using heavy weapons made of pure iron.

When practicing with a staff, smashing trees and breaking rocks often cracked the tiger's mouth (the area between the thumb and forefinger), and the calluses on the tiger's mouth accumulated to be harder than iron.

The deformed calluses on his tiger's mouth have now disappeared, but his bones and muscles are so strong that they remain under his control despite the force of the iron rod.

Ma Lingbai does not practice witchcraft, but only cultivates physical and mental supernatural abilities, yet he has become so powerful that he is invincible in the tribe.

After sweeping through several tribes, the mountains could no longer satisfy his desires.

There were no hard bones, no fresh flesh, and the kin were already tired of eating it; even the green grass had no chewiness.

Then, the god of revenge showed him the human world.

Such a dense swarm of prey! There's food moving around everywhere!
Just by looking at it, you can feel its nourishing properties.

Unfortunately, the God of Revenge's connections with the human world were thwarted, and he decided to seek an ally in the unseen realm.

The God of Flowing Waves was nearly extinct due to the difficulty of reproduction among his race, and even the revival and call to believers could only be found among other races.

Ma Lingbai came with this mission, and they need to wait until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month to work together, connect with the human world, and establish a passage.

"How many days until the Lantern Festival?"

Ma Lingbai counted on his fingers, his lips moving as he ground his fangs. "What a hassle. Why couldn't it be tomorrow?"

His ears twitched slightly, and his gaze shifted to the wide-eared witch flying back at low altitude.

"Didn't you say that those two wizards from the Black Tooth family might cause trouble again and try to take advantage of the situation? Why are they back so soon?"

The witch with wide ears landed on the ground with her bamboo staff: "It's not a commotion, it's that a shaman has died, and it was done by a horse-faced demon."

Ma Lingbai was a little surprised: "My fellow tribesmen, if they came here, wouldn't have my self-control. I was planning to call them over after the fifteenth." "Could it be the escaped members of those tribes I wiped out?"

The witch with wide ears said, "Come with me quickly and see, there's also..."

Her face was grim. "Gao Ming's strength is clearly superior to ours."

"We thought that among the seven of us, He Yeweng was the strongest, and Gao Ming was a little weaker. Now it seems that we've all been tricked!"

Ma Lingbai's expression brightened: "Is that so? I'd like to go and see."

With a thud, his figure suddenly leaped ten feet away.

The Witch with Wide Ears hurriedly followed, flying low with her two large ears, but her speed couldn't keep up with Ma Lingbai's continuous leaps.

Boom! Boom! Boom! !

In the Black Tooth South Warehouse, several wizards heard the sound approaching again and again.

A pale figure leaped in under the moonlight.

The moment he landed, the ground suddenly sank, seemingly becoming very soft, forming a pit.

But after Malingbai gained a foothold, the pit gradually filled in and returned to a flat state.

Ma Lingbai stood still as a rock, but his eyes, like flickering lights, were fixed on the paper-figure wizard.

Since Gao Ming had already demonstrated his strength, he no longer concealed it and calmly met his gaze.

"laugh!"

Ma Lingbai had a big smile on his face, and the fabric between his legs bulged noticeably, making him extremely excited.

"I have a real sense of danger. If I had known you were this good, I would have exchanged a few blows with you when we first met, and that would have established our positions of power."

Gao Ming didn't care about the monkey's posture.

"Our goal is humanity, not each other."

The paper figure said, "When a person dies, their blood and soul still carry a trace of yang energy, yin within yang, which is an excellent tonic."

"It's easy to hunt them, so that's the most cost-effective thing."

Gao Ming emphasized, "Moreover, all our gods yearn to enter the human world."

"In this vast world, there are more than just two gods. We should seize the initiative; how can we afford to waste time on internal strife?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Lingbai slightly restrained his aggressive tendencies, his nose twitching as he sniffed the surrounding air.

"It does taste like horse-faced noodles, and it even feels a bit familiar."

Ma Lingbai thought for a moment, "Oh, it seems to be a knife-wielder I injured a long time ago, I don't know where he escaped to."

"It seems that his innate abilities have improved after I seriously injured him, otherwise he shouldn't have been able to kill this wizard."

Gao Ming said quietly, "So it really is Horse-Face. Can you smell where he went?"

Ma Lingbai took a few steps and looked at the houses that had been demolished.

"No, his scent is mixed with the aroma of fine grains and herbs."

“You’ve been burning these things everywhere here lately, and the smell is permeating all directions. It’s impossible to tell which direction he’s going.”

Ma Lingbai planted his long stick on the ground, twisted his head, and bared his sharp teeth.

“I’m also a bit interested in him. How about this, you guys just spread the word that I’m here.”

“Horse-face’s desire for revenge is instinctive. If he comes looking for revenge, I will kill him completely.”

Gao Ming remained silent.

Although Ma Mian Jufu had a strong desire for revenge, it wasn't all for revenge, and he didn't disregard life and death.

They also have a cunning side.

"The items he stole this time were all rare treasures."

Gao Ming said, "What if he gets a taste of success and comes back, not to you, but to attack other wizards instead?"

"The custom of the grand ceremony on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month is easy for outsiders to know. What if he also chooses to come on that day?"

“This time is different from the past. It’s not just a simple offering; it involves a negotiation between two deities. We are all in the midst of the ritual, so it’s difficult for us to be fully on guard…”

Ma Lingbai tapped his iron rod on the ground: "Then just say it, what do you want?"

“The fighting between wizards would probably displease the God of Flowing Waves, but since one has already died, we can’t let it go to waste.”

Gao Ming's gaze flickered to the corpse on the wall.

“By using Black Tooth’s corpse as one of the offerings, we can be more relaxed during the ritual, have time to deal with unforeseen circumstances, and even hold the grand sacrifice a few days in advance.”

Upon hearing this, Black Tooth Three's expression changed.

"Using high-grade offerings like Black Tooth Nancang..."

Black Tooth Three's voice was deep and slow, "Then wouldn't the assistant priests also have to be from the Black Tooth Clan?"

Gao Ming turned his gaze to him: "You disagree?"

Black Tooth stroked his beard and smiled.

"What I mean is, I should be the one to choose."

With a mocking expression, he glanced at the guards of the Blacktooth Clan and found that most of them were servants of the gods. He then turned his gaze further out to the dwellings of the Blacktooth Clan.

“They are all my relatives. I know the Black Tooth Clan better. I will definitely select the best ones, select more, and offer more sacrifices, so that the God of Flowing Waves can enjoy them to his heart’s content.”

Gao Ming chuckled: "Alright, then all these old corpse monsters left behind by Hei Chi Nan Cang are yours."

Black Tooth was overjoyed and bowed, saying, "Thank you, High Shaman."

These dead people are far more precious than the living.

(End of this chapter)