Chapter 487 Heavenly Demonic Flame
Yan Qianlie stood at the mouth of a canyon, looking at the situation inside with a cold gaze.
The valley was a swamp, with gusts of cold wind and a strong stench.
One can vaguely see some dry bones floating in the swamp, including those of various animals, insects, snakes, and humans.
A corner of a skull that was who knows how old appeared in the mud, and its empty eyes seemed to be staring at Yan Qianlie, which was extremely creepy.
The north is a hot desert, while the south is a gloomy swamp...
But it is not surprising. According to the geographical distribution of Chu Ge's current world, such a phenomenon does exist.
This is a swamp of death, filled with poisonous miasma. Any feather that falls on it will sink. Over the past ten thousand years, countless monks who came here to explore have died here, and only a few left alive. The so-called adventure and treasure hunt are not enough to find anything, so over time no one comes here.
But over time, the swamp began to sink, and a stone slab appeared at the edge.
A group of demon monks fled to the outskirts to avoid their enemies and accidentally discovered a stone slab. They learned first-class techniques of life-gathering, soul-summoning and corpse-controlling from the magic patterns engraved on the stone slab, and gradually formed a small sect, whose leader was Shi Huozhu.
They also tried to continue exploring deeper into the swamp, but ultimately suffered heavy losses and found nothing. They had no choice but to continue accumulating strength and wait for the right time.
On the one hand, he placed the base outside the swamp to cultivate the core seeds for practice. On the other hand, he extended his tentacles to various immortal cultivation cities, secretly collecting essences and abducting people through brothels. At the same time, he controlled some powerful cultivators and gradually grew stronger.
Of course, Room Fire Pig would never have thought that all he did was a preparation by Dog Heavenly Dao for his son.
After finally breaking through the early stage of Xuanxian and thinking he could show his talent, Yan Qianlie came and attacked him, gathering many other demon disciples along the way, forming a new demonic force.
The two demonic forces encountered each other outside the swamp a few days ago. Neither side was a good guy, so naturally a conflict broke out after a few words. Unsurprisingly, a decisive battle broke out to determine who would be the winner.
As a result, both parties were surprised to find that they were both cultivating fire, as if it was destiny.
For Yan Qianlie, there was no need to wonder, because this was exactly the team that the Father God had prepared for him.
The martial arts techniques are of the same origin and type, and they both belong to the magic path. Yan Qianlie is very knowledgeable about this matter. He basically assumes that whoever loses will be the dog. The magic path naturally obeys the strong, there is no doubt about it.
The result was no surprise, Shi Huozhu was defeated and all his members were recruited by Yan Qianlie.
He also found an excuse to organize manpower and drive the Fire Pig back to the north so that he could reorganize the elite magic followers here.
Loyalty doesn't matter. Loyalty in the magic world only depends on whether your fist is hard enough, whether the other party can gain benefits under your command, and whether they can afford the cost of betrayal.
Facts have proved that even though the Fire Pig knew what Yan Qianlie meant, he still acted conscientiously and did whatever he was told.
Because he also sees the prospects.
The solution to the swamp mystery that has remained unsolved for thousands of years may very well fall on the shoulders of this new demon lord.
What the monks seek is power after all. The development of this swamp will also bring him great benefits. We can talk about the future later. There are ways to control this demon lord, such as...
"Master..." A charming woman came close to Yan Qianlie: "It will take at least a few days for Shihuozhu to return. Master, why don't you take a rest and let me serve you..."
Before he finished his words, Yan Qianlie opened his big hand, fiercely grabbed the woman's neck, and lifted her up.
The woman's throat was nearly strangled, her eyes rolled back and she passed out, unable to even utter a moan.
Everyone around was terrified and lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound.
"I have no interest in women." Yan Qianlie threw the woman to the ground face first and stepped on the back of her head. "Put away your bullshit thoughts. I've seen a lot of you trying to control me!"
"Master... Master, please spare my life..." The woman begged for mercy with great difficulty: "Slave, slave, I really just want to serve you..."
"Really?" Yan Qianlie sneered, suddenly bent down, grabbed the woman, and threw her into the swamp: "Then be a stepping stone for me and help me explore this secret place!"
The woman flew in the air, her soul was scattered: "Master, spare my life! It was the Fire Pig who asked me to secretly control you, I had no choice..."
With a whoosh, flames suddenly appeared all around, condensing into claws, grabbing the woman back and throwing her to the ground again: "Kneel down and support yourself with your hands."
A look of surprise appeared on the woman's scarred face, and she knelt down obediently on all fours, thinking that Yan Qianlie was going to visit her in public.
As a result, Yan Qianlie sat on her waist with his arms and legs stretched out, using it as a chair, and ignored the woman's painful groans as if her waist was about to break.
Everyone was shocked and terrified.
This person is truly a demon among demons. Although he is not as cruel as the rumored one, he is as hard as stone. At least in the heavenly realm where Buddhism and Taoism co-govern, the basic qualities are quite good. Generally, those who claim to be demons are not so vicious.
How did such a person ascend to heaven? Does the Heavenly Dao support such a person? Has everyone's understanding of the Heavenly Dao always been a little problematic?
Little did he know that Yan Qianlie secretly spat in his heart.
Damn it, you want to kill me. When Qingyan comes and someone reports me, will I still be alive?
Poor man, using a person as a chair is the worst way Yan Qianlie can think of at this stage. If it were a thousand years ago, he might really skin the person alive, bind the soul and roast it for a thousand days, and kill the chicken to scare the monkeys to establish his authority. But now he didn't even kill the person, thinking that it didn't seem necessary, just to achieve deterrence...
Perhaps this is why Heaven approves?
Yan Qianlie sighed to himself, he has grown old and soft-hearted...
His expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "This place contains the talents that I have gathered along the way, as well as the original sects that were formed here, all of which have not yet been named. Today, everyone has gathered here, and I will establish a sect, raise the flag of my demonic path in the south of the sky, and gather talents from all directions."
Everyone bowed their heads and said, "Respect the Lord's order. Please give me a name."
A fire dragon suddenly appeared in Yan Qianlie's hand, leaving three characters in flaming seal script on the right side of the canyon: "Fire Prison Sect."
"This is my sect in the human world. Now it continues in the heavens and spreads. One day, both the heavens and the human worlds will be bathed in the flames of the devil. What the hell is the emperor of heaven and the Buddha?"
Everyone knelt down and bowed: "Greetings to the Demon Lord."
Yan Qianlie nodded and was about to say something when he suddenly thought, "Give me the rubbing of the stone tablet so I can study it a little more."
Soon someone handed over a huge jade plate.
This is the inscription on the stone slab revealed in the swamp. Although no one can get in, they still have the ability to remotely copy it. It has become the foundation of this demonic organization, and now of course it belongs to Yan Qianlie.
What was recorded on the jade plate was not complicated. It was just a relatively advanced technique of controlling corpses and souls, as well as a technique of gathering energy.
This technique of collecting and replenishing is different from what Yan Qianlie usually knows. It is not a light-collecting practice, but is similar to life siphoning. In addition to practicing, it also sucks the opponent's vitality and potential together. After being drained, the opponent will really become a mummy, and then he will directly use local materials to become his skeleton soldiers.
It is very vicious. Judging from this aspect alone, it is impossible to associate it with the sacred beast Suzaku.
It’s not what Yan Qianlie wants to learn. It’s all crap and can be discarded like a worn-out shoe.
But soon he sensed the script of the Heavenly Dao: "Yan Qianlie suddenly felt something in his heart and wanted to take another look at what was written on the stone tablet."
Yan Qianlie: “…”
Did you think of me?
It's strange, this rubbish technique on the stone slab actually has some content?
Yan Qianlie read it again carefully.
I don't know whether the human chair has been blessed with intelligence, or whether the script of Heaven has determined that he should see something this time. In any case, when he looks at it again now, his first reaction is: this is the manifestation of Suzaku's anger and evil intent, solidified into the vicissitudes of life carved in stone, an accusation for eternity.
The second reaction was that there was no place for death in the law of nature. Any clue must have a purpose. This was the only obvious skill, or perhaps the only way to enter the swamp.
I just thought about using people to explore the swamp. It seems to be possible in reality. It would require a huge number of people to fill it up. Once it's filled up, can't we just step on it?
There aren't that many people, but there are skeletons.
Over the past ten thousand years, if all the corpse puppets and skeleton soldiers collected by the surrounding areas here, as well as those collected by Shi Huozhu and others all over the world, were gathered together, how huge would the number be?
Is it enough to build a skeleton ladder and reach the stone slab?
(End of this chapter)
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