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Chapter 304 "Four Bloods Forged Qiongqi"

That roar.

It was a sound that no human could make, a sound so violent it carried the desolation and bloodlust of an ancient beast, making one's eardrums buzz and one's heart tremble.

Shen Tong and Pei Qianben were keeping a close eye on Chen Zhan and Han Tiange, wary of the two taking the opportunity to cause trouble.
At this moment, however, their attention was abruptly drawn away by the shrill roar, and they all turned to look at the source of the sound, which was the place where Fang Sheng had fallen.

Dozens of agents from the Eastern Depot had surrounded the area, their long swords drawn, their cold light reflecting off the black liquid on the ground, pressing closer step by step.

Fang Sheng lay sprawled on the charred bricks and stones. After letting out a roar, his body curled up into a ball, trembling like a convulsing wild beast.

"Hehehe~" It kept making strange noises.

Thick black liquid gushed from the eye socket that Chen Zhan had blasted open, pooling on the ground and corroding the blue bricks with a hissing sound, emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

"Go! Capture this evil monk!"

Qin Feiying was shocked, but reacted the fastest, shouting sternly.

The Eastern Depot agents, though terrified, dared not back down upon receiving the order. They all drew their swords and stepped forward, their blades aimed directly at Fang Sheng's vitals.

Just as the blade was about to touch his monk's robe, "Roar!"

Fang Sheng suddenly let out a second deafening roar!

The figure suddenly vanished from the spot!
The next second, he appeared behind an Eastern Depot agent, moving so fast that he was just a blur.

Before the thug could react, Fang Sheng bent down and bit his neck. His sharp teeth easily tore through the flesh, and blood gushed out.

That’s not all!

With his left hand gripping the man's shoulder like a steel claw, and with his right hand tearing him in half with a sharp "rip," the man was ripped in two!

Blood rained down from the sky, but did not touch the ground!

Instead, it was drawn by a strange suction force, condensing in the air into a blood-red stream that flowed directly into Fang Sheng's mouth.

His throat bobbed as he greedily swallowed the blood, the black liquid flowing from his eye sockets became even faster, and a strange bloody light faintly emanated from his body.

"You wicked monk! You monster! You're asking for death!"

The other guards were both shocked and terrified, and they swung their knives at Fang Sheng.

The monk Fang Sheng's yellow robe was half-stained with black liquid, and the other half was blood-red. Hearing the whistling of the blade, he did not dodge.

"Ding!"

Several long knives struck Fang Sheng's back and neck with a crisp sound, indistinguishable from the sound of swords clashing.

Monk Fang Sheng turned around, black liquid flowing from his eyes, dripping onto the knife and making a sizzling sound.

Only then did everyone get a clear look at his appearance.

Fang Sheng is a monk, or rather, he is no longer a monk.
Fine black hairs grew on its head; they were not hair, but rather fuzzy black threads.

Black liquid dripped from his eyes, and his skin turned from yellowish-white to pure black. The black liquid, which could clearly corrode bricks and stones, had no effect on his skin.

Its arms were long and narrow, hanging down to its knees. The five fingers on its hands were even more terrifying. The gaps between each finger were stained with black liquid, which was connected together. The fingers were black and shiny, and the fingers were long and thin.

Extremely terrifying!
"Hehehe!~"

Strange noises kept coming from its mouth.

Several long swords slashed at his body, but it was as if they were just tickling him. Fang Sheng swept his arm lightly, and the long swords shattered on the ground.

Then, in a flash, her fingernails suddenly grew longer, "Tear!~"

The three men who had just drawn their knives were swept away by Fang Sheng's arm, their nails slicing through their abdomens, causing their internal organs and blood to flow out, which then strangely gathered together and flowed into his mouth.

It greedily sucks up blood, then lets out a strange cry.

But at this moment, Fang Sheng had completely lost his mind and transformed into a monster that only knew how to kill and gnaw on blood.

He moved swiftly through the group of barbarians, and screams rose and fell wherever he went.

Some of the barbarians had their throats bitten off, some had their torsos torn apart by his bare hands, and others had their necks snapped. Blood and severed limbs were everywhere, and the square instantly turned into a living hell.

Fang Sheng's eyes were empty and lifeless, with only black liquid constantly gushing out. His movements were completely erratic, following only animal instincts, but every move he made was accompanied by death.

The Eastern Depot's agents' long swords slashed at him, initially leaving white marks, but as he drank more blood, they became ineffective.

The more he killed, the stronger the blood light emanating from his body became, and the more violent his aura grew.

Shen Tong and Pei Qian turned pale at the sight, gripped their embroidered spring knives tightly, and subconsciously took a half step back.

How can this be considered a high-ranking Buddhist monk?
Just moments ago, Fang Sheng was a highly accomplished Buddhist master, radiating Buddhist light and overpowering the demonic sect, earning the complete respect of everyone present.
It's unbelievable how things turned out this way.

Like a demon!

The group of Buddhist monks were dumbfounded, but only Abbot Xuankong knew the reason and was heartbroken.

"Ugh"

Xuan Kong knew that Fang Sheng's release was irreversible. Even if he eventually seized the relic and absorbed its power, it would only fuel his demonic nature and make Fang Sheng an even more powerful demon.

It is impossible to restore one's original Buddha-nature.

Back then, several major martial arts sects joined forces with the Ming Dynasty court to besiege Blackwood Cliff, killing the sect leader Dongfang Bubai and destroying the foundation of the Demonic Sect.

Although the Demonic Cult was not completely eradicated, its remaining techniques were confiscated by various sects and the imperial court.

Although many were destroyed by the higher-ups of the Demonic Cult, some still flowed into various factions.

Forty-five years ago, Fang Sheng had only three years left to live, but he failed to unravel the mystery of Tongxuan or comprehend the supreme Buddhist teachings.

He doesn't want to die!

Therefore, the demonic cult's techniques that were preserved from back then were unearthed.

When they attacked Blackwood Cliff, each side relied on their own abilities, and Fang Sheng forcibly seized this cultivation technique from a mad elder.

Four Bloods Forged Qiongqi

The cultivation method explains in detail how to practice and the consequences.

This "Four Bloods Forged Qiongqi" is no ordinary demonic art. Its cultivation method is sinister and unpredictable. It requires the blood of three kinds of exotic beasts, supplemented by a massive amount of living human blood. The four are fused together, with one's own essence as the catalyst, in order to forge the god Qiongqi within the body. The power of this technique is indeed terrifying.

Once the Qiongqi Body is formed, the cultivator's physical body will be transformed, becoming a powerful physique comparable to the ancient ferocious beast Qiongqi, impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire. Ordinary internal force attacks are like a tickle.

More importantly, Qiongqi has a long lifespan, enough to allow Fang Sheng to break through the lifespan limit of the Innate Realm and live for several more decades or even hundreds of years.

However, the danger of this technique is a hundred times greater than its power.

The three strange beasts were inherently ferocious, and the violent energy contained in their blood essence could easily backfire, devouring their minds and turning them into bloodthirsty monsters who only knew how to kill.

When the Holy Lord of the Demonic Cult created this technique, he was aware of its hidden dangers and wrote down methods to counteract it.

The core points are twofold: First, during cultivation, one must never fully unleash the ferocious power of Qiongqi; one must retain three-tenths of one's mental energy to suppress it. Otherwise, once the ferocious energy gets out of control, there will be no way to reverse the situation.

Secondly, the pure power contained within the Buddha's relic can neutralize the ferocity of the beast's blood, helping cultivators complete the final step of transformation and fully control the power of Qiongqi. At that time, they can freely transform between the form of a ferocious beast and the form of a human, ensuring both physical invincibility and mental clarity.

Fang Sheng was nearing the end of his lifespan and was eager to achieve quick success. He not only collected the lifeblood of three kinds of exotic beasts, but also secretly killed dozens of martial arts masters to use their lifeblood to activate his cultivation technique.

Although he barely managed to forge the body of Qiongqi and break through to the Tongxuan Realm, he had no way to restrain it, and the evil aura remained hidden in his body, which he could only suppress by Buddhist teachings.

For a century, he remained in seclusion, struggling against the malevolent energy within his body. Even so, he failed to become the God of Qiongqi and had to replenish his blood with both beast and human blood every three years.

Otherwise, one's mind will collapse, and one's body will be possessed by the ferocity of Qiongqi.

So, more than a decade ago, some people saw Fang Sheng eating a live deer near Guangyuan Temple, and they were not seeing things.

Today, in his attempt to seize the relic, he forcibly activated his power, only to be ambushed by Chen Zhan, who shattered his eye sockets. His mind was thrown into disarray, and the murderous aura that had been dormant for a hundred years instantly broke through its shackles, completely engulfing his sanity.

At this moment, Fang Sheng's killing spree in the square grew increasingly frenzied.

His body was now enveloped in a blood-red aura that was almost tangible. His originally slender monk body had swelled to nearly twice its original size, with bulging veins beneath his skin and faint black lines visible, resembling the scales of the ferocious Qiongqi beast.

“This demonic monk’s physical body…” Pei Qian was horrified, his palms sweating as he gripped the Embroidered Spring Blade.

Shen Tong and the others were also somewhat terrified.

This situation was beyond the control of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Chen Zhan immediately sent a telepathic message to Shen Tong: "Take your men and retreat."

Shen Tong suddenly turned around and looked around, but he couldn't find the source. He only saw Han Tiange still standing in the same place, staring at the Eastern Depot agents.

Chen Zhan, on the other hand, was in a standoff with Wang An.

Shen Tong recalled for a moment; the voice he had just heard was familiar, though he didn't know where it came from.

He made a decision immediately.

"Imperial Guards, retreat!"

Pei Qian and the others did not hesitate at all. The few with high martial arts skills were fine, but the Jinyiwei guards at the acquired realm had already lost their composure after experiencing these things.

The superior ordered that the troops must withdraw, and naturally, they dared not disobey.

Shen Tong led the Imperial Guards out quickly through the back door, not daring to linger for a moment.

Fang Sheng's ferocity had reached its peak. The blood-red light around him condensed into fine scale patterns, covering most of the monk's body. In his previously empty eye sockets, black and red ferocity surged like flames, several times faster than before.

The Eastern Depot's agents had long been routed, yet none could escape being torn apart and devoured.

With each step he took, the ground sank half a foot. Wherever the blood-red light passed, even the air seemed to be scorched and distorted. The pressure of the Profound Realm mixed with the ferocious aura of the Qiongqi made everyone present feel suffocated.

Wang An frowned, staring at Chen Zhan, who was wearing the mask of the Impermanent Ghost, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye toward the Eastern Depot.

He didn't care if some of the Eastern Depot's agents died, but after Fang Sheng drank blood, he became even more ferocious, and his aura had already exceeded the initial stage of the Profound Realm.

Just now, Chen Zhan launched a surprise attack on Fang Sheng, breaking through the true qi protection of the Tongxuan realm in one move. That speed and power were far beyond what ordinary innate masters could possess.

This masked fellow is not only mysterious, but his strength is also unfathomable.

"You're quite capable," Wang An said calmly, yet with an undeniable air of control.

"What I just said still holds true. As long as you submit to the Eastern Depot, the power of life and death over the entire martial arts world will be in your hands. It's much better than hiding your face and hiding your tail."

Chen Zhan chuckled softly, his voice behind the mask carrying a hint of mockery:

"The conditions offered by the Chief Supervisor are indeed tempting, allowing one to dominate the martial arts world. But what can compare to the reality of achieving immortality?"

"you!"

Wang An's pupils suddenly contracted, and the red true energy around his body abruptly stopped.

Immortality was the deepest secret he kept in his heart, a secret even the core members of the Eastern Depot did not know.

He wanted to break through the shackles of lifespan and had already figured out a method. What he lacked now was the Buddha's relic and a former demonic sect technique.

The demonic art cultivated by the first Holy Lord!
Over the years, his martial arts skills have improved significantly. The more he researched, the more alarmed he became.

The Xuan Yang Saint Lord was truly terrifying back then; he was able to extract a person's essence, energy, and spirit, integrate it into relics, and extend the lifespan of future generations.

That will definitely have an effect on itself!

Perhaps it's even possible to return to one's original state and rebuild one's physical body!
Chen Zhan has revealed his purpose; whether it was intentional or coincidental, he cannot be allowed to live.

"act recklessly!"

Before Wang An finished speaking, his red true energy surged, his right hand formed a claw, and with the force of burning mountains and boiling seas, he aimed straight for Chen Zhan's face. He wanted to kill Chen Zhan quickly to avoid any unforeseen complications.

Chen Zhan's figure blurred, and he appeared dozens of feet away. His voice, though not loud, reached Wang An's ears precisely:

"Does the Grand Supervisor not care about the lives of his subordinates, nor about those members of the Demonic Sect?"

Wang An suddenly stopped moving, his heart skipped a beat.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw that Fang Sheng had already killed most of the Eastern Depot agents, and amidst the flashing blood, he was rushing towards Qin Feiying.

Behind Qin Feiying were Yan Tieshi, who was chained up and had his collarbone pierced, as well as the dying Tiancang Dharma King and Tuhun Dharma King!
These three are his top priorities!

The methods of sacrifice, as well as the demonic sect's techniques and base, all originated from these three individuals.

(End of this chapter)