Terrifying Heavens: I'll directly worship the Black Law of Fengdu!

Chapter 290 Blood Sacrifice to the Divine Statue: Global Scheme

Unable to contact Huang Yaozu, the foreman had to halt the project and send the workers back. After all, the temple still required many valuable materials to be completed, and he would have a hard time explaining to the workers if the project resulted in losses.

Li Xuan stood at the temple gate, watching the workers leave with their tools...

He returned to the temple and lifted the red cloth covering the statue. It must be said that Hong Kong Island is indeed a place with rich traditional folk culture, and the statues carved are lifelike and exquisite.

Li Xuan used his magic to cut his finger and put the blood on the center of the statue's brow. He chanted the consecration mantra, and the blood kept flowing out, even exceeding the limit that should have been drawn from his finger.

Bright red blood flowed down the statue's brow.

With his left hand forming the Fengdu Northern Emperor's hand seal, he chanted the incantation even louder, each word seemingly echoing throughout the temple: "The Mysterious Origin Begins, an auspicious day and time, the Northern Emperor descends to witness, the grand ceremony is opened. I now attain enlightenment, my sacred body is connected to the spirit, my authority is complete, I will subdue the netherworld..."

The blood from the fingers was like that from a spray gun, the head of the statue was covered in blood, and the air was filled with the stench of blood.

Li Xuan's lips were a little pale. He recited the consecration mantra seven times, but the statue remained the same. Even when the blood from his fingertip, the most effective consecration method, soaked the upper half of the statue, there was no reaction.

He is now a mid-level, initial-grade Grand Judge of the You Sheng Mansion, and thus has some privileges. If he encounters a difficult situation in the mortal realm and there is not enough time to build a temple, he can use his own spiritual blood to communicate with the statue and achieve the effect of consecration.

It seems that the task of refining the mind has also blocked communication with the gods.

Or perhaps the Northern Emperor of Fengdu has already read but not replied, believing that the power to communicate with the gods is not in the heart of cultivation.

Li Xuan silently withdrew his fingers, looked at the crimson statue of the Northern Emperor of Fengdu, bowed with both hands in a gesture of respect, and said, "Disciple Li Xuan will do his utmost to complete this mission..."

He covered the statue with the red cloth again, checked that everything was in order, and then turned and left the temple.

Not long after, the red cloth covering the statue was suddenly lifted by a gust of wind, circled twice in the air, and fell to the ground. The bloodstains on the statue of the Northern Emperor of Fengdu slowly disappeared.

The unfinished temple exudes a mysterious and solemn aura in the mountains.

After leaving Da Mao Shan, Li Xuan bought a handheld DV camera and deliberately released his presence, attracting the pursuit of more than a dozen ghosts.

They were all ghosts from the police station. They were very intelligent and deduced from the destruction of the miscellaneous affairs department and the gang's villa that Li Xuan did indeed possess a certain ability that was extremely effective at suppressing ghosts.

Therefore, those capturing Li Xuan's ghost were all equipped with pistols. Although the orders were to capture him alive, they would inevitably be greeted with bullets upon meeting him...

Li Xuan is in the shadows, while the ghost is in the light.

The two sides made contact at an abandoned vegetable market. The information Li Xuan revealed led the ghost to believe that this was its hiding place, so under the cover of night, a dozen or so people secretly surrounded it. Unfortunately, they had never seen Lei Fa before, and despite having guns, they were still reduced to ashes...

Although it was unintentional but actually a case of one against a dozen.

Li Xuan was still shot in the shoulder, but thanks to his tenacious will to live, the wound stopped bleeding quickly. Unless a bullet hits his head or heart, he won't die so easily.

The wind is howling...

In a ghost's rented room, Li Xuan watched as the ghost was tied to a chair. He took off his clothes, heated a scalpel red-hot with a lighter, and made a cross-shaped incision in the wound on his shoulder to drain the blood. He then took out a pair of thick tweezers and slowly probed into the wound to remove the bullet...

Its resilience is strong, and when combined with the special ability to live forever, it becomes even stronger.

However, if the wound is left untreated, it will affect the speed of healing. Most importantly, if left untreated, the flesh and blood will eventually engulf the bullet... The ghost tied to the chair is also one of the police officers.

The person he possessed was a young man in his twenties, whose face was full of mockery: "I admit you are very powerful, but this world has long been the age of ghosts!"
Do you know how many people around the world become ghosts after death because of their obsessions?

According to incomplete statistics, the number is at least 90 million. People die every day, and how many more have not yet been discovered? Do you have the courage to speculate?
"More than 90 million ghosts, even if you lined up to kill them, would be enough to exhaust you to death."

Li Xuan threw the blood-stained wads of tissues from the ground into the basin of hot water to dissolve them, then used a cup to gently pour the hot water onto the ghost's skull...

The water mixed with blood was like holy water poured on a demon, sizzling and filled with smoke, causing the ghost excruciating pain.

He gradually understood why blood could harm ghosts. It was because he had cultivated the Eastern Peak Thunder Technique. This thunder was generated from the Qi of the five internal organs and was human thunder. Normally, his magical power "Qi" circulated throughout his body and merged into his tendons, veins, and flesh. Therefore, his blood carried thunder Qi, and when poured onto the body possessed by a ghost, it could burn the ghost.

The ghost was on its last breath.

He hung his head, his eyes fixed on Li Xuan: "Special blood... interesting, but so what? Does your blood have no end, that it can spread all over the world along mountains and rivers, forcing all those possessed by ghosts to drink water to prolong their physical lives?"

Li Xuan's eyes lit up slightly; this seemed plausible.

Seeing this, the ghost mocked, "The world is divided into many plates, continents, and countries, with water supplies to each other that are not interconnected. Even if you could bleed an endless amount of blood, it would eventually be purified by rivers, lakes, and seas! Do you know about nuclear bombs? A single pollution event can leave nothing but barren land, and nuclear radiation can linger for years without dissipating. Even if they enter the ocean, they will eventually be purified by the forces of nature!"

Will nuclear wastewater be discharged into the sea?

What a terrible metaphor!

Li Xuan gripped the ghost's cheek with his left hand and poured the bloody water from the cup into its mouth, saying, "Some things are difficult, but you can't give up just because they're difficult. You wouldn't understand."

The power contained in blood corrodes ghosts, erasing them completely from this world.

However, this ghost did remind Li Xuan that if there was a way to spread the power to subdue ghosts throughout the world, then this mission could be considered complete...

But how should we do it? With blood?

Even if one has unlimited blood, and one's blood doesn't get diluted, how long would it take to spread to every corner of the world?

If a ghost discovers the problem beforehand and stores large amounts of water for reuse, how many years would it take for the ghost to collapse? Li Xuan is immortal and has patience, but ordinary people don't, because if the ghosts occupying the upper class find they can't turn the tables, they might as well overturn the table and live as long as heaven and earth...

Li Xuan scratched his hair.

I've never felt a mission was so difficult.

He turned on the TV, watched the news broadcasting his wanted notice, smiled, wrapped his wound with gauze, put on his clothes, took the dozen or so handguns he had seized with him, sewed a makeshift sheath with needle and thread, stuffed in the maximum number of magazines, and then went out.

The dozen or so ghosts who tried to capture him alive, besides their weapons, also contributed some information.

Huang Yaozu did not escape at all. He was caught up by a speedboat at night while traveling on a fishing boat and is now being held in a special room in Stanley Prison.

(End of this chapter)