"Follow me to conquer the Ten Thousand Spider Valley!"
…
Gulu——
A dull sound came from the depths of the sea of blood, and Li Wusheng paused slightly in his action of slowly stirring the blood.
"Zhao Muwan summoned the Taiqing Divine Light Mirror, and old bald donkey Xuanku also took action personally. Even that beast Jiuyou Zhe made a move."
The sea of blood suddenly boiled violently, and Li Wusheng's seemingly thin body slowly stood up.
"interesting."
The corners of his pale lips curled up slightly, and this expression made his handsome and weird face even more evil.
"Finally, the day has come when these old guys will go crazy together."
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the sea of blood suddenly split into two, revealing a bottomless abyss.
The sound of machinery came from the bottom of the abyss, as if a vicious creature that had been sleeping for eternity was waking up.
"Blood slave." Li Wusheng called softly, but his voice was like a sharp sword piercing into the seabed.
"I'm here."
A human figure made of plasma emerged from the sea of blood. His body kept melting and reorganizing, and it was obvious that he had merged with the sea of blood.
"Go to the bottom of the blood pool and take out the puppet that has been soaked for five million years." A drop of blood essence popped out from Li Wusheng's fingertips. "It's time to let my old friends see my treasure that has been nurtured for millions of years."
Upon hearing this, the blood slave trembled violently, and his face, made of blood plasma, was twisted into a look of fear.
"Master, that puppet is not yet fully—"
"Um?"
Li Wusheng just raised his eyebrows slightly, and the blood slave's left arm exploded into a ball of blood mist.
"I'll go right away!"
The blood slave hurriedly dived into the sea of blood and swam towards the deepest part.
The deeper you go, the darker the color of the sea water becomes, and finally it becomes as thick as substance.
There are countless broken souls floating here, all left behind by the powerful people Li Wusheng has killed over the years.
At the bottom of the absolute darkness, one could vaguely see the outline of a human figure bound by nine blood chains.
The chains were engraved with rebellious Buddhist Sanskrit, and a golden light flashed every three breaths, obviously suppressing something.
The blood slave trembled as he took out the blood essence given by the sect leader, gritted his teeth and shot the blood essence towards the figure.
Boom!
The moment the essence and blood sank into the figure's eyebrows, the entire sea of blood shook.
The nine blood chains tightened at the same time, groaning as if they could not bear the heavy burden.
The Sanskrit characters on the chains went out one by one, replaced by spider-web-like blood-red lines.
Huh——
A gasp came from the bottom of the abyss, and the blood slave was horrified to see that the originally withered human figure was rapidly expanding, with three pairs of bristle-covered spider legs extending from its back.
What was even more terrifying was that a woman's face gradually emerged on the puppet's chest, which was exactly the appearance of the Black-bellied Spider Ancestor when he was young.
Li Wusheng's voice suddenly echoed in the abyss.
"I have fed you with the bodies of three hundred Divine Emperor cultivators and tempered you with seventy-two kinds of heavenly and earthly poisons. Today, it is time to meet your true self."
The puppet suddenly raised its head, and six scarlet compound eyes lit up in its eye sockets.
The spider legs on its back lightly scratched, and the nine blood chains broke.
The blood slave tried his best to swim upwards, but he saw that the puppet just leaped lightly and surpassed him and rushed straight to the surface of the sea.
…
Outside the Ten Thousand Zhu Valley, dark clouds loomed and demonic energy surged into the sky.
The seven-colored poisonous miasma surged like a tide, shrouding the entire valley in a hazy and strange atmosphere.
The two thousand-year-old stone spider demon statues at the valley entrance slowly opened their scarlet compound eyes, and their eighteen eyeballs moved at the same time, reflecting the densely packed figures above the sky.
The Arhats of Jinshan Temple, the sword cultivators of Taiqing Palace, the 100,000-strong demon army, the blood puppets of the Blood Demon Sect...
Boom——
A morning bell pierced the sky, and eighteen golden arhats, standing on golden lotuses, came through the air.
The leading abbot Xuanku has shed his old age, and his Vajra glass body is emitting dazzling Buddha light, with overwhelming power.
Every time he took a step, a burning golden lotus would grow under his feet, but a skull pattern would strangely appear in the heart of the lotus, and it was obvious that he had stepped into the realm between Buddha and devil.
"Namo Amitabha!"
The sound of the Buddha's name exploded like thunder, causing the poisonous miasma outside the Ten Thousand Spider Valley to surge violently.
Countless black-bellied spiders in the valley raised their heads, their compound eyes reflecting the golden light all over the sky, and an unprecedented fear spread among the spiders.
"The bald donkey from Jinshan Temple has actually come!"
At the same time, clear sword sounds were heard from the eastern sky, and three thousand Qingluan Sword Guards came in formation. The Qingluan divine bird formed by sword energy spread its wings of a hundred feet, dyeing half of the sky blue.
Zhao Muwan, the Palace Master of Taiqing Palace, did not come in person, but Nangong Qingxue stood in front of the formation, holding the Taiqing Divine Light Mirror. The ice pattern between her eyebrows flickered, reflecting the shadows of thousands of spiders in the valley.
"The Black-bellied Brocade Spider clan must be destroyed today."
She spoke coldly, her voice biting like frost.
The earth in the west suddenly trembled, and the army of 100,000 monsters led by Jiuyou Zeng surged like a black tide. The hundreds of earth-splitting demon elephants in the front row rolled up the towering trees with their long trunks, and the demonic energy of the transformed monsters on the backs of the elephants soared into the sky, condensing into flags that covered the sky and the sun.
The real Jiuyou Zheng was hanging above the army formation, with its bone wings spread out, and the shadow it cast covered the entire forest.
"Hahaha!" The Demon Emperor laughed wildly, "Old witch Black-bellied Silk Spider, today is the day you die!"
Finally, a blood rainbow pierced through the sky and earth, and Li Wusheng appeared stepping on the surging blood waves.
Behind him followed a strange humanoid puppet, the upper body of which was that of a beautiful woman, but the lower body of which was that of a ferocious spider, with six scarlet compound eyes constantly dripping corrosive venom.
"Ancestor Jin Zhu, I will give you a great gift today."
Li Wusheng smiled coldly and stroked the puppet's hair with his fingertips.
"Your direct bloodline has now become my blood evil puppet. How does it feel?"
In the valley, the black-bellied spider clan had already been in chaos.
Countless ghost-faced spiders crawled anxiously in their nests woven from spider silk, their compound eyes reflecting the vast army outside the valley that blocked out the sun.
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