There is a reason why the group of casual cultivators is hated by others. Although there are also heroes and heroes among them, and chivalrous swordsmen who stand up for justice.

But most of the casual cultivators are evildoers who cannot even keep the most basic morals! Wu Shi was once just an ordinary casual cultivator. But he was lucky. After receiving the inheritance in a declining Taoist temple in the east of the village, he embarked on the path of cultivating immortals.

Although life as a solo cultivator was difficult and he had no elders to guide him, he was able to learn Qi training by exploring on his own and slowly got to know a corner of the world of immortal cultivation.

Once, while chasing a clever rat, he accidentally entered the crevice and discovered this relic.

That kind of tremendous excitement is something that ordinary people cannot understand.

Picture book stories like the one about a poor boy inheriting a relic, becoming an unrivaled genius, trampling countless people under his feet, marrying all the female cultivators on the Luoshen List, and eventually becoming an immortal are very popular among the group of casual cultivators.

When he first entered the ruins, there were actually many collapsed burial sites in the underground tunnels, and many dry bones of people who had died long ago lying in the tunnels.

According to the plot in the picture book, he kowtowed one by one with a respectful attitude, buried the dry bones, and obtained their inheritance.

It’s just that because the time is too long, the original site of this relic was suddenly destroyed in the war, and no one has taken proper preservation measures.

Therefore, some magic weapons and elixirs left beside the corpse lost all their spiritual energy under the erosion of time and slowly decayed in this lonely space.

As a result, he didn't find much useful stuff on these corpses.

Only on a corpse whose clothes were still intact, whose body was exceptionally tall and whose bone shape was slightly different from that of humans, did he find the black sword and the bracelet.

There is nothing else besides this.

But these could not dampen his passion for exploration. He used primitive means to dig out the collapsed area bit by bit, clearing the accumulated soil and rubble, and almost treated the ruins as his own home.

It took him several months to barely connect the part of the corridor that was still intact.

During this time, he also saw the chaotic murals.

Unlike Jiang Li, Wu Shi was just an ordinary cultivator in the Qi training stage. When he saw those murals for the first time, he had no ability to resist at all. He fainted with his eyes rolled back.

While in a coma and not fully conscious, he had many dreams, bloody nightmares that tormented him over and over again.

When he woke up again, there were some fragmentary memories in his mind, and his personality and thoughts had also changed slightly without leaving any trace.

But this is not the end, it is the beginning.

Since the day he fell into a coma, Wu Shi has been experiencing the same dream every day.

As the number of nightmares increased, the extra memories in his mind gradually became complete, and his character gradually became more cruel.

He didn't know from which day on, but when he looked at the murals again, he no longer felt dizzy, but felt happy and excited. He often stood in front of the murals and looked at them for a whole day.

Wu Shi finally understood something about the ruins.

This place once belonged to a powerful sect, the Black Lotus Sect, that was its name.

The ultimate goal of this sect seems to be to resurrect a god.

Resurrect a god? There are no gods in this world.

This was his first thought at the time.

When the trend of cultivating immortals was just beginning to revive in modern times, countless mortal cultivators spent their entire lives exploring for the traces of immortals and Buddhas.

But in the end, in the world of immortal cultivation, it was confirmed that immortals and Buddhas did not exist in this world.

In the mortal world, immortal master has become a synonym for cultivator.

As the cultivation levels of the earliest group of pioneers increased, they became closer and closer to becoming true immortals.

This answer has basically become common sense in the world of immortal cultivation. There are no immortals, Buddhas or gods in this world, and this group of cultivators will be the new generation of immortals and Buddhas.

It is precisely for this reason that Wu Shi scoffed at this and did not believe it at all.

It was not until he walked to the end of the corridor and saw the figure sitting on the huge black lotus that he understood the true value of this relic.

That dream might not have deceived him!

A god, or rather the corpse of a god, was right in front of him! Well, with the limited knowledge of Wu Shi, a casual cultivator, if a corpse was more powerful than all the cultivators he had seen, then it must be a god.

For the first time, Wu Shi tried to follow the method in the dream and sacrificed a bowl of his own blood.

However, what excited him was that this huge divine corpse actually gave him a reaction.

That day, his cultivation, which had been stagnant for a long time due to lack of resources, broke through so easily.

He also knew that this "divine corpse" was named Asura, the Asura God.

After tasting the sweetness, he could no longer extricate himself from this relic.

Sacrifices again and again, feedback again and again, and the deaths of a large number of mortals allowed him to rely on the power in the ruins to successfully break through to the late stage of Qi training before the age of twenty.

This was a speed that most casual cultivators would not even dare to think about. Even for sect disciples, this speed was already considered elite.

As time went by, Wu Shi's hands were stained with more and more blood, and the dream that appeared every night was no longer difficult for him to accept.

However, in a dream one night, the divine corpse on the black lotus took the initiative to call him.

As long as he completes the blood sacrifice once more, the God Shura will grant him enough power to build his foundation.

But the goal of the blood sacrifice was to have him massacre the village where he came from and sacrifice his own blood relatives.

This time, Wu Shi, an almost addicted cultivator, hesitated. The last bit of reason and emotion in his mind told him that this was wrong.

He temporarily closed the crack, and it was at that time that he heard the news of the Dachong Mountain Monks Competition.

Wu Shi participated in the competition and left his choice to fate. If he could succeed in the competition, he would get what he wanted.

Wu Shi might then make up his mind to give up the ruins.

But the final result is also known. He did not gain any benefits from the competition, but instead lost the black sword.

He longed for power and completely lost his mind in negative emotions. The empathy and guilt that a human being should have completely disappeared.

After returning, Wu Shi slaughtered all the villagers without hesitation, danced on their corpses, and sewed the head together with the fragments of his parents' blood.

Yes, the village that was massacred by Wu Shi before was the place where he was born and raised.

And the "Ashura God" did not disappoint him this time either.

The strange head that was spliced ​​and stitched together twisted twice, and actually opened its eyes and started speaking.

"Haha! Hahahaha, you lucky young man. God Shura heard your voice. I am very satisfied with your sacrifice. The pious should be rewarded."

"Come, drink my blood and accept the gift from the Shura God."

The mouth of that head opened and closed, but the tone of voice kept changing, as if there were many people crowded in one head, vying to speak with that leaky mouth.

When Wu Shi heard that, a look of great joy immediately appeared on his crazy face, and he quickly picked up a porcelain bowl and brought it closer.

The spliced ​​skull floated into the air, and then two tears of blood flowed from its eyes and dripped into the porcelain bowl.

It looked like just a few drops of blood, but Wu Shi could feel the temptation of the sweet scent from them.

As long as he drinks it, he will get the power of Shura God and can trample all those guys under his feet! Wu Shi's smile was full of madness. He held the porcelain bowl tremblingly and raised his head to swallow it directly.

However, at this moment, a sword light appeared in an instant!

Not counting the consumption of energy accumulated over a long period of time, the Shushan sword-wielding technique was too powerful for a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage to react to.

A hideous and laughing head was chopped off by the sword, and it tumbled in the air and flew far away.

However, the wound, which was as big as a bowl, was burned completely black and even blood could not flow out.

The headless body twitched twice and then fell limp, but the porcelain bowl was firmly caught by another hand.

"If no one wants this thing, lend it to me for a few days to study. Bye."

Jiang Li controlled his clone to catch the porcelain bowl, and without stopping for a moment, he immediately turned around and rushed towards the corridor outside the stone chamber.

He was very quick and had already made preparations. He just grabbed the things and left.

But at this moment, his peripheral vision accidentally caught sight of a huge figure in the center of the stone chamber.

Purple... Three heads... Six arms... The flash of light was so fleeting that the clone's head felt dizzy again and his feet couldn't help but stop.

"Sword cultivator! You're ruining our good fortune! Get out of here!"

The human head suddenly bounced up and jumped at an extremely fast speed to the path that the clone had to pass, and then exploded decisively.

Boom! Dirty blood, broken bones and brain matter directly covered the clone's face, and his body was inevitably pushed back by the shock wave.

Jiang Li activated the protective magic weapon in time, and the spiritual energy instantly protected his body and the porcelain bowl in his hand, so he was not seriously injured by this attack.

But as soon as he landed, his face changed drastically.

The layer of spiritual light film on his body was affected by something and suddenly fluctuated violently. In just a moment, he was completely unable to control it. The light film exploded into a ball of spiritual energy and disappeared.

Jiang Li tried twice to restart it, but the defensive magic weapon failed inexplicably.

"There's something wrong with this blood!"

Looking at the blood mist exploding in front of him, Jiang Li looked solemn.

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The Burning Rainbow Sword had flown back to him, but the exit ahead was still blocked by the blood mist.

With his eyes lowered, trying to avoid seeing the things in the center of the stone chamber, Jiang Li poured the blood in the bowl into the porcelain bottle and put it away, then he pinched his sword finger.

Drunk and singing a song of hatred! The beacon fire illuminated the horizon! He did not wait for the blood mist to dissipate, and struck forward with the Tianya Beacon Fire Sword.

The space of this stone chamber was too small, and high-powered and large-scale sword techniques could not be performed at all, so he chose a sword move that came with the Drunken Sword Song.

Continuous flaming sword lights flew out and quickly dispersed the blood mist. Jiang Li controlled his clone to follow closely and was about to rush out of the stone chamber.

However, some people were hospitable and didn't want him to leave.

Two hands suddenly grabbed the clone's left foot from the ground, causing his momentum to pause again. It was a headless corpse that suddenly moved, holding his ankle tightly and refusing to let go! Then, the head that was cut off by his sword actually flew over.

It flew from behind to the side of the sword cultivator's clone at a very fast speed, and there was another violent explosion.

The same flesh, blood, broken bones and brain matter, but the power of this explosion was far less than before. The clone was pushed forward by the explosion and staggered two steps before stopping.

But his expression didn't look good at all.

Because the alcohol, fire and spiritual energy in the body are no longer under control!

The next moment, his stomach swelled up as if he was ten months pregnant. It was the uncontrolled alcohol, fire and spiritual energy that surged out from his sea of ​​​​qi and was about to burst his body.

Jiang Li cursed in his heart, what kind of weird method is this, it's too vicious! Fortunately, he let the clone test it first. If the real body came without knowing, with the terrifying spiritual energy reserves of the real body, it might suffer a great loss.

Seeing that the body was about to be torn apart, Jiang Li immediately cut off the attack, turned his middle finger into a sword, and inserted it directly into the navel of the clone.

Puff! It was like a pressure cooker that had been filled to the limit and the valve was suddenly pulled out.

A large amount of spiritual energy poured out from his navel. The spiritual energy, which was wrapped in the strong aroma of wine, was ejected as if it was free.

He wanted to cast a spell to forcefully consume it, but the alcohol and fire spiritual energy was totally out of control. He couldn't even move it into his mouth and spray it out. He could only resort to this last resort and expel the spiritual energy urgently.

The original body also quickly stopped the Soul Surge Technique, which barely avoided the clone from exploding.

After spraying spiritual energy for more than two minutes, the sword cultivator's clone's stomach slowly calmed down.

But the crisis was not resolved. At this moment, there was not a drop of spiritual energy in his body.

Endless weakness surged from every cell in his body. The spiritual energy was completely gone, and for a cultivator, this situation was almost equivalent to temporary paralysis.

The clone covered his protruding belly button and couldn't even stand steadily.

He tried to restart the Soul Surge Technique, but perhaps because the blood was still stuck to his body, the newly emerged spiritual energy was still difficult to control.

Jiang Li tried to summon the flying sword again, but unfortunately, the Burning Rainbow Sword had just been splashed with dirty blood, and all of its spiritual energy escaped out of control in a short period of time, helplessly falling next to the clone.

The situation has almost become a dead end!

"Sword cultivators! Shushan sword cultivators! It's you and you again!"

The blood mist slowly dissipated, and the eight ghosts transformed into eight black mists and appeared.

"The Shushan sword cultivator destroyed my sect! I'll eat you! Let me eat you!"

Amid the eight black mists, a human face would occasionally appear, flying around the clone.

An evil ghost suddenly rushed out, and the ghost face pounced directly on Jiang Li's shoulder, and then tore off a piece of flesh alive.

The clone felt pain, and because he had no spiritual energy and was weak, he almost couldn't stand.

"The taste of blood! I love the taste of blood, if there's some fear in it! Ah! Delicious!"

Stimulated by the blood of a living person, the eight evil ghosts became even more excited. Two of them pounced on the back of the clone and tore off two pieces of flesh and blood.

If this continues, Jiang Li's sword clone will probably be eaten right here by these eight evil ghosts!

"I thought it was some kind of ghost playing tricks here, and even resurrected the Shura God, but it turns out to be just a few little ghosts."

Jiang Li gritted his teeth to endure the pain, then said this with disdain.

He finally realized that in this relic, there was no Shura God who could give back to the believers, only eight evil ghosts who were causing trouble.

The thing sitting in the center of the stone chamber should be the source of the chaotic power in the ruins, but it is indeed completely dead.

These eight evil ghosts should be the transformed monks who once lived in this place.

"Shushan bastard! What did you say? I will tear your soul into pieces!"

A ball of black mist suddenly flew in front of Jiang Li, and a wretched old face with a bald head and a long beard directly hit the clone's face, pretending to bite off one of his eyes! "Do you dare!"

Jiang Li shouted loudly, and actually frightened these evil ghosts.

"You can't leave this stone chamber!"

He looked at the eight skeletons in the corner of the stone chamber.

As his personality changed, Wu Shi, the casual cultivator, was no longer in the mood to bury the bodies. Those corpses should be the original bodies of these eight guys.

And judging from the fact that they were determined to stop the clone at all costs, they were afraid that once the clone left the stone chamber, they would no longer be able to pursue it.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the eight ghosts inexplicably became quiet.

"The only people who know about this place are me and him."

"Now that he's dead, if you kill me, it might take a hundred years for the next unlucky person to find this place? Two hundred years? Or forever?"

He pointed at the headless corpse on the ground again, then sat down on the ground with an expression of giving up everything.

The eight black mists no longer bit the clone, but floated around it, and the ghost body rolled violently.

After a while, another ghost floated over.

"It doesn't matter. As long as we occupy your body, we can get out."

The black fog continued to roll. This guy obviously didn't know that, in the eyes of an expert, it was not difficult to tell whether a ghost was lying or not.

"If it were so easy to take over someone else's body, you would have gotten out long ago."

"If I'm not mistaken, the one who drinks this thing should be the one to take you out."

Jiang Li took out the small porcelain bottle and shook it in his hand.

"Then, as you wish."

Just as these eight ghosts fell silent, they were thinking about how to lure Jiang Li into submission.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Li opened the bottle stopper directly, tilted his head back and poured it all into his mouth, leaving not a drop behind! Anyway, this is my clone, who is afraid of who!

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