876 should have gotten married long ago
Before they could even catch their breath, the burly, dark-skinned man, his eyes bloodshot, gripped a thin knife in both hands and, with all his might, slashed down at the dead target with a vicious blow.
A single cut penetrates four inches into the flesh!
Cut right through the middle of his buttocks!
Submerged three inches underground!
Blood was everywhere, and his small intestine was torn to pieces!
"Ah!" The young master winced in pain, his head curling up in pain!
An unprecedented, excruciating pain suddenly erupted from my buttocks, as if I were being burned by flames or chilled to the bone by ice. The two pains intertwined, making it impossible to tell which one was more intense.
Slash after slash, tearing at his buttocks, trembling in his soul, the young master instantly lost all his strength.
Like a tomato, it burst open instantly, leaving red bits scattered all over the ground!
"Father, save me!" The young master had just come to his senses and wanted his father to save him when, in the next instant, everything shattered with a crash, and his whole body trembled violently as if struck by lightning.
A piercing pain exploded in my chest, and a long fork stabbed into me from behind, like a grilled fish!
It felt like his own arm and thigh were chopped off, and then he saw his head rolling around!
The scholar in the long robe remained calm, as if he had seen it all before. Beside him stood a burly man with a face full of scars, and behind him was a huge iron hammer, which was estimated to weigh 500 jin (250 kg) and was twice the size of the man's head.
The once fierce and burly man now stood respectfully and humbly, hunching over, cautiously observing the long-robed scholar before him, and asked in a low voice, "Master, shall we charge in now?"
The scholar in the long robe, his snow-white face unchanged, gently waved his paper fan, shook his head, and his elegant long robe swayed lightly in the wind, like a scholar who was isolated from the world.
He looked at the burly man beside him as if he were an idiot!
The big man quickly shook his head, so frightened that he took several steps back!
He quickly slapped himself repeatedly, each slap louder than the last, then bowed deeply and apologized, "Master, please forgive me! Master, please forgive me! I was just slapping myself!"
He slapped himself several times.
"Alright, Protector Cao, don't worry about it anymore. Anyone who dares to indiscriminately kill members of my sect will be punished. Otherwise, what face will our Crimson Flame Demon Sect have left?"
Protector Cao, his face full of flattery and humility, quickly echoed, "What the leader says is true. Everyone in the sect knows how compassionate the leader is towards us. Knowing that the leader has come to avenge our fallen brothers and sisters, everyone is filled with fervor!"
The leader of the Crimson Flame Demonic Sect nodded slightly, seemingly very satisfied with Protector Cao's answer, and laughed, "Not bad, not bad. If all the sect members loved the leader as much as Protector Cao, that would be wonderful. Unlike some vice leaders, who seem to have run off somewhere to hog all the spoils and end up killing themselves."
"Yes, yes, the leader is right. The deputy leader acted without authorization and deserves his punishment!" Large beads of sweat rolled down Protector Cao's forehead.
Instantly, I felt completely paralyzed, and the most vicious words came to my ears: "I was hoping to wait for an elder to come, but I didn't see one for a long time. I'm sorry to trouble you. I'll return it to you after I've borrowed it."
What do you say?
It seems you've tacitly agreed. Very good, very good. I never force anyone to do anything against their will. Protector Cao is indeed reasonable.
Suddenly, a shrunken figure rushed into the space between Protector Cao's eyebrows. The little figure was like flowing magma, and it was even emitting flames. In an instant, it swallowed the blurry shadow between Protector Cao's eyebrows.
Then, the scholar in the long gown suddenly stopped moving, as if he had been dead for a long time.
Protector Cao slowly began to move, gradually increasing the speed. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he seemed to have adapted to the body.
Protector Cao, no, now the leader of the Crimson Flame Demon Sect, slowly opened his mouth and muttered to himself, "It's really strange. This is a siege against the Dalong Prefecture and the border town boy. Such delicious food, yet these vice leaders are not participating. It really disappoints me."
Even the elders aren't participating! It's infuriating! This body of a Dharma Protector is barely usable, so please let me stay for a while!
Protector Cao gave a forced smile, his eyes calm and peaceful. The higher the Crimson Flame Demon went, the more difficult it became, and it was even more difficult to retain a part of his self. If he went mad, he could break through to the Martial King realm faster, but that would be a path to death.
The mad Martial King Demon is a feast for many righteous factions, bringing them prestige, reputation, and even a great elixir—a demonic elixir that washes away impurities and seizes the pure power of the demon. Otherwise, with so many demons, why haven't the major factions taken action to wipe them all out?
Ordinary major sects of demonic cults are too lazy to hold regular meetings, as if it's a waste of talent, or as a way to hone the skills of their disciples or vassals.
It's more like slowly nurturing a pill, or cultivating a great herb, which needs to mature!
It would take at least the talents of a county to be enough. Of course, if someone is exceptionally talented, they wouldn't need that many, but it wouldn't be less than 100,000.
The Crimson Flame Demon Lord's mind moved slowly as he muttered to himself, "This time I truly hope that you will all come together, so that we may have the opportunity to refine a great elixir."
King Wu is at the bottom, followed by Emperor Wu, then Emperor Wu. You can give it a try if you don't think it's too much.
Moreover, the Salvation Society's coward has also arrived, which must be an incarnation. This coward is hiding somewhere, his true self is truly afraid of death.
People from the Lingmi Sect have also come. What a deep grudge they must have! They only killed a few of your elders and vice sect leader, so they must still be after Dragon Blood Rice.
Hehe, the Lingmi Sect has a lot of precious rice. It is rich in spiritual energy and easy to absorb, comparable to spirit stones, but it is easier to obtain, with one harvest every year.
Only this Dragon Blood Rice is a substance used in the Great Elixir, surpassing even the Great Elixir itself. If one were to consume it freely each year, it's highly likely that it could extend lifespan and enhance one's physical constitution.
The leader of the Crimson Flame Demonic Sect's expression flickered, a hint of calculation in his eyes. He seemed to have forgotten that he was also an avatar, his true body hidden somewhere, its whereabouts unknown for countless years.
With a flash, the leader of the Crimson Flame Demon Sect flew swiftly.
Within the Fire Spirit Sect, Patriarch Yu brought several batches of his disciples to his cave, where they were raised and instructed to cultivate daily. However, Patriarch Yu's expression showed that he was not entirely satisfied with any of them.
His gaze flickered, and he couldn't help but look at a junior of sixteen or seventeen, who was from the second branch of the family, and also from his former lineage. A slight unease stirred in his heart.
His eyes darkened, revealing a hint of helplessness, but even more so, anger. He thought to himself, "The Yu family is truly declining with each generation. How could I possibly approve of these worthless bastards?"
If it weren't for the fact that bloodline possession would be even safer, I really should take on disciples again!
There are still decades to go, no need to rush!
My branch should have a higher compatibility and better talent. If all else fails, have all the current members of the branch marry a hundred wives and have as many children as possible.
In this way, it would only take a dozen years—no, not even that long, perhaps as little as three or four years at the fastest.
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