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Chapter 107 The Seven Treasures Tree

A sea of ​​blood surged forth, and a murderous aura filled the sky.

"True Lord—you have slain the Blood God Child of the Styx Cult Master—"

The One-Horned Demon King's face was deathly pale, and his voice was trembling slightly.

The two blood-red figures that had just attacked were so fierce that the mere killing intent they exuded shook his primordial spirit, making him almost believe that he was doomed.

Who would have thought that Song Yi would kill him with divine fire with a mere wave of his hand?

However, the more this happened, the stronger his fear became.

That was the blood god child of the Styx Ancestor.

In the primordial world, who doesn't know that the Blood God Child's supernatural powers are unpredictable and bizarre, capable of infinitely dividing, eroding the primordial spirit, and seizing the physical body?

In the past, the Styx Ancestor relied on this technique to roam the world, and even many powerful beings were wary of him.

Now that Song Yi has directly killed two Blood God Sons, it is tantamount to slapping the face of the Styx Ancestor in public, and he may even be blamed by the Underworld.

Song Yi remained calm and didn't seem to care much about it.

Two mere Blood God Children are but a drop in the ocean compared to the vast population of 480 million Blood God Children.

Moreover, how could such a quasi-saint powerhouse possibly deal with a mere sixth-rank True Monarch like himself? That would be far too beneath him.

Not far ahead lies the edge of the Netherworld Blood Sea, where blood waves churn and the air is filled with a strong, sweet, and pungent stench.

Song Yi looked up, gazing into the distance. On the mountain peaks at the edge of the sea of ​​blood, golden and crimson light intertwined and collided, accompanied by roars...

The sounds of chanting and the clanging of metal mingled together.

A dozen or so Buddhist guardian deities were locked in fierce combat with more than thirty Asura warriors.

Those guardian Vajras were all three zhang tall, their bodies as if cast in gold, wielding giant demon-subduing staffs. Each strike they made carried the force of thunder, causing the mountain peaks to crack and rubble to roll into the sea of ​​blood.

In a one-on-one fight, these Asura warriors are no match for these guardian Vajras. The Buddhist light attached to the Vajra Pestle is the nemesis of the Asura race; once touched, it will cause the skin to tear and the demonic energy to dissipate.

However, the Blood God Child of the Styx Cult had previously wreaked havoc on this battlefield, greatly reducing the pressure on the Asura warriors.

Dozens of streaks of blood-red light crisscrossed the area.

An Asura leader roared, and the demonic blade in his hand suddenly grew a thousand feet in length, transforming into a blood-red streak that swept out horizontally.

Boom!

The Buddha's light shattered, and the chest of a guardian Vajra was ripped open.

Immediately afterwards, several Asuras pounced on them at the same time, unleashing a series of bloody slashes.

The Vajra image instantly shattered.

The other guardian deities were also quickly surrounded and attacked.

The Asura race is born to kill, and once they gain a numerical advantage, their offensive becomes like a raging storm, relentless and unending.

In a short while, more than ten guardian deities fell one after another, their broken golden bodies plunging into the sea of ​​blood. The churning blood waves immediately swallowed the corpses without a trace.

The Asura warriors sheathed their demonic swords, let out a rough laugh, and turned to fly into the depths of the sea of ​​blood, their figures quickly disappearing into the crimson mist.

This was the moment Song Yi had been waiting for.

With a flicker of his body, he arrived above the sea of ​​blood, and with a grab of his large hand, the surface of the sea of ​​blood immediately surged.

Several relics the size of lychees floated out of the blood, their bodies as clear as glass, radiating a soft golden light that pushed back the surrounding blood mist.

This is the essence of the path to enlightenment, condensed through countless years of arduous practice by Buddhist Vajra practitioners.

If an ordinary cultivator obtained one, it would be enough to save them hundreds of years of arduous cultivation.

Song Yixiu followed the Heavenly Court's divine path, relying on the power of incense and vows; these relics were of no use to his own cultivation.

However, what he wanted was not the relic itself, but the spirituality contained within it.

Relics are the most essential and indispensable raw material for crafting the Yellow Turban Warriors.

The Yellow Turban Warriors possess a certain level of intelligence. Although they cannot cultivate, they can faithfully carry out their master's orders. Whether guarding the cave, assisting in battle, or acting as the core of a formation, they are extremely useful.

After that, Song Yi wandered around the edge of the Blood Sea searching and actually obtained quite a few relics of Buddhist Vajra.

Although the Asuras killed Vajra, they were unable to refine the rich Buddhist energy within the relic, as Buddhist techniques have a natural restraint on the Asuras.

Unless one cultivates the most advanced secret techniques of the Asura race, such as the legendary Formless Blood Demon Technique, it is possible to refine all the energy of the Three Realms. However, very few people in the entire Asura race have mastered that level of technique.

Just as Song Yi was about to continue his search, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared on Yinshan Mountain.

A vast beam of Buddhist light shot into the sky, illuminating half of the heavens.

Amidst the golden light, one golden lamp after another was lit, countless jewels cascaded down like a waterfall, and amidst the swirling incense smoke, an enormous Dharma image slowly manifested.

The Dharma image has twenty-four heads, each with a solemn and wondrous appearance. Some are compassionate and smiling, some have glaring eyes, and some are joyful and carefree. The twenty-four faces encompass all the Dharma images of Buddhism.

Each of the eighteen arms held a ritual implement, adorned with dangling beads, an umbrella that covered the sky, a flower vase that poured out sweet dew, and a fish-gut sword that emitted a sharp edge. Each implement radiated a dazzling Buddhist light, reflecting golden light throughout the entire sea of ​​blood.

"The Bodhi Golden Body of Ksitigarbha!" Song Yi's heart skipped a beat.

Before the words were even finished, the Blood God's children scattered throughout the sea of ​​blood also sensed the threat.

Countless blood shadows gathered from all directions, and as they rolled and twisted, they gradually coalesced into an old man wearing a crimson blood robe.

The old man had a sinister face and blood-red eyes. He held a murderous innate killing sword in each hand, Yuan Tu in his left hand and A Bi in his right. Blood light flowed on the swords, as if countless wronged souls were wailing within them.

The old man in the blood-red robe laughed loudly, his voice booming like thunder: "Ksitigarbha, you brat, have repeatedly invaded my Blood Sea! You are truly audacious! Now that the saints are guarding the Chaos, even if we kill you here, the Buddhist sect cannot do anything to me, their ancestor!"

Before he finished speaking, the evil corpse incarnation of the Styx Ancestor, wielding the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords, transformed into a blood-red rainbow and charged straight towards the summit of Yin Mountain.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sat on a lotus throne, and all twenty-four heads spoke at the same time, their chanting like a tidal wave: "Fellow Daoist Styx is stubbornly unenlightened, so this humble monk has no choice but to subdue the demon with thunderous means."

Suddenly, a golden, withered branch appeared in his hand. The branch was only about three feet long, with seven leaves sparsely hanging on it, each leaf displaying a different precious light.

This withered tree branch is none other than the Seven Treasures Tree, the treasure through which the sage Zhunti attained enlightenment. This treasure is said to be able to sweep away and destroy anything, and it is one of the ten innate spiritual treasures, capable of sweeping away anything below the level of a sage.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva unleashed a torrent of auspicious seven-colored light, like an inverted celestial river, sweeping across the sky and engulfing the crimson rainbow.

The auspicious seven-colored light and the blood-red sword light collided violently in mid-air.

In that instant, the entire sea of ​​blood trembled violently.

Song Yi felt the rocks beneath his feet shaking violently, and he quickly circulated his magic power to stabilize himself.

The One-Horned Demon King fared even worse, collapsing to the ground and clinging tightly to the cracks in the rocks to avoid being thrown away.