Jiang Chen understood it immediately. The so-called fake sacrifice should be the prototype of the sacrifice he named. The method was almost the same as his guess.
"Dad, you may not be aware that fake sacrifices generally have far fewer functions than real sacrifices, and another flaw is that they cannot be used in grand sacrifices."
"But at the upper level, that is, the pseudo sacrifices left over from those above the Seventh Step King level, can serve as the lowest level high-level sacrifices!"
"Just think about it, four high-level offerings can trigger a grand ceremony. What an intimidating fortune!"
"Not only that, there are other nearly perfect offerings piled up on one floor. Roughly estimated to be five or six items. Some of them are a bit less valuable, but they're still pretty good."
"This is an astonishing amount of wealth, enough to make anyone jealous."
"The most crucial point is that the guardian of that building was actually a seriously injured and dying Nine-Step King. It was a monster-like evil with many hands growing out of its body. No one knows what happened to it before, but all of its hands were cut off, leaving only empty wrists."
"It wasn't until later that I realized its injuries didn't seem to be from combat. Perhaps it was trying to reach the next level and failed, which is why it's like this."
"Although he was seriously injured, he was, after all, a Nine-Step King of the Forbidden Zone. Those grandsons were also very cautious. They watched from afar and did not dare to take action immediately."
"I just took a few more glances, but I didn't expect that Zhao Qingcheng, that lackey, would turn his head and spot me. Without saying a word, he drew his sword and chopped me down."
"My injuries hadn't fully recovered at the time, so I didn't argue with him and just turned around and ran away. I didn't expect this bastard to have such a lack of martial ethics that he even gave up on those fake sacrifices and kept on chasing me."
"When we chased him to the second area, I was so angry that I fought him, and that's how it ended."
"Then I, my son, was in a passive position and could only run for my life. Fortunately, I met you, Dad, and my second uncle."
"By the way, how's my second uncle doing with his fight..." Tiezhu said, turning his head to look back. The next moment, a genuine look of joy appeared on his face, and he patted his belly happily.
"Hahaha! Second Uncle is so awesome! Yes, just beat this brat up like that and chop off his damn son to eat with wine!"
After listening to this, Jiang Chen pondered for a moment, and his eyes suddenly brightened up a little bit.
"A king who dares to occupy the Nine-Step Forbidden Zone of a damaged thirty-story building? Considering the dozen or so blood-red areas around him, this is also a remarkable existence!"
"If the second brother can copy it, and make it a version without the damage..."
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't help but look forward to it.
"How's your recovery? If you're feeling better, go help your uncle and end the battle as soon as possible. Dad will take you to see the real world later!"
Jiang Chen spoke.
Even though Tiezhu had only recovered 80%, he couldn't help but get excited after hearing this: "Okay, Dad! I'll take action right away!"
The two of them flashed and appeared at the edge of this bloody area.
The place was in a mess at the moment. Several tall buildings had suffered varying degrees of damage, and dozens of shallow gullies appeared on the ground.
There was also a large area of shackles on the side, blocking the escape route to the blood mist.
Zhao Qingcheng was in a very miserable state, with disheveled hair and several serious injuries on his body. His left thigh was pierced by a black dragon-slaying spear, and his chest was deeply sunken, as if he had been hit directly by a black anvil. His breath was disordered.
He madly waved the blood-red sword in his hand, which was engraved with countless ancient symbols. The sword's aura was like a dragon, guarding the four directions.
Jiang Chen, on the other hand, was holding a black anvil. His figure, over ten meters tall, was extremely oppressive. He used various black light weapons to perfection, attacking continuously and forcing Zhao Qingcheng to be unable to resist.
This is actually the ability of the evil general. He has been fighting all his life and has spent all his life as a soldier, so naturally he is not weak.
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