Chapter 137 Blood Doll

Canghai walked out of the bedroom and was in the hall. His eyes floated over the butcher who followed Sikong Haoxuan, and said hatefully: "Haoxuan, come to me so late, what's wrong?"

"From tomorrow, the dead camp will clear the light sacrifices throughout the empire. You need to find a good excuse, and the butcher will be responsible for the execution." Sikong Haoxuan said without caring about Canghai's expression.

Canghai was startled, "What? Clear the Light Sacrifice. Haoxuan, do you know the reputation of the Light Sacrifice among the people? And clear them, the empire's medical system will collapse."

Sikong Haoxuan smiled, "Reputation? I believe you will have a way to ruin their reputation, right?"

Cang Hai nodded helplessly and leaned on the chair weakly, "What about the entire medical system? This cannot be compensated by means."

"I think you will not have any objections to Kong Ming's medical skills. He has many apprentices in the western part of the empire, so he asked them to supplement the loopholes in the medical system that will appear. Although it was impossible to be perfect for a while, I believe that after several years of development, it will inevitably be better than a Guangming sacrifice."

"Kong Ming? That's great. His medical skills are amazing. I believe he can help more people get rid of the troubles of illness." Bing Ning, who was dressed in neatly, walked out of the bedroom, came to Sikong Haoxuan, and saluted: "Bing Ning has met the clan leader."

Sikong Haoxuan's mind moved, and the true energy of the reincarnation stopped Bing Ning's waist, which was about to bend. "Being the queen, you don't need to salute me in the future. The royal family has royal rules."

Sikong Haoxuan's actions made Canghai feel very comfortable, and he thought to himself, "This guy knows a little bit of the royal rules. Without any notification, he broke into the imperial palace at night, why didn't he tell the royal rules?"

The sea, which has slowly matured, has not been affected by Bing Ning. "I want to know why it is impossible to completely eradicate the sacrifice of light and use some gentle means to solve it?"

"Because of the Holy See, a distant dangerous force. I will leave the empire immediately. Soft means will be very dangerous without the protection of power, and you and Fanlun cannot control it. When accumulation causes qualitative changes, I am afraid that the dead camp will be eliminated again, and the dead camp will be incompetent." Canghai is already the emperor of the Chinese Empire, and Sikong Haoxuan had to give him some face and explained.

Canghai frowned, "Holy Seems to be in the extreme east, will they come to China?"

"No matter whether they will come or not, I want them to know my attitude. Stay honestly in the Jidong and dare to make the Chinese idea. I will uproot them from the mainland."

Canghai felt cold in his heart, and after thinking for a while, he said to Sikong Haoxuan: "Okay, just do what you said. It will take me half a year. After half a year, the dead camp will take action again."

"Okay, butcher, in half a year, you will start to secretly clear all sacrifices in the empire without leaving a single living mouth."

"Yes, battalion commander."

Sikong Haoxuan smiled at Bing Ning, who was wearing a bright yellow phoenix pattern robe, "I won't disturb you to rest..." After saying that, he took the butcher away from Canghai's bedroom.

At noon, Xia Prince's Mansion.

There are many squares with considerable size in the Xia Palace. In the square connecting with the Imperial Palace Imperial Garden, Jing Chen and Fuliya appear next to Sikong Haoxuan who is leaning against the trees.

"Crazy, where are your people? We don't have much time, we must set out tomorrow. Three days later will be the entrance to exile and the time when the elemental tide is the weakest. How long will it take for you to come here?" Jing Chen looked at the empty square and frowned and asked Sikong Haoxuan.

"Gather!" Sikong Haoxuan's voice emerged from the souls of all the soldiers in the Death Camp of the Xia Palace.

In a moment, more than two thousand figures gathered in the square from all directions of the Xia Palace. Twenty rows of dead camp soldiers formed a huge square array in the square. During this period, there was no noise or chaos. The entire space was squeezed by this dull square array and almost collapsed.

With the cultivation of Jing Chen and Fuliya, they were secretly heartbroken when they came into contact with the Death Camp at such a close distance. In the Demon Master's Mansion, the High Priest Tower also had their own secret troops, but Jing Chen and Fuliya were not sure that their troops could defeat the Death Camp. The iron-blooded evil spirit condensed and honed in the battlefield was not comparable to their troops.

Sikong Haoxuan knew that the dead camp would inevitably reveal some secrets, so he deliberately waited until now to assemble the team. During the process of exposing the dead camp, all the value that could be excavated was discovered. The speed, military posture and momentum of the dead camp gathered undoubtedly made Sikong Haoxuan achieve, making Jing Chen and Fuliya unable to ignore the purpose of this power.

The butcher ran away from the dead camp queue in front of Sikong Haoxuan, his feet "pop" together, "reported that all 2,200 soldiers in the dead camp have gathered, please give instructions from the battalion commander."

"Nanxing, Beichen is out of the line, and the rest sit down."

With a "swish", more than 2,000 soldiers of the Death Camp sat down on the spot at the same time without making a noise. This surprised Jing Chen and Fuliya again. With their eyesight, how could they not tell that the actions of the soldiers of the Death Camp sat down almost happened at the same time. This shows that the tacit understanding between them has reached the level of instinct, and such an effect can be achieved without too much attention and thinking.

Nanxing and Beichen retreated quietly to the side. The position they stood was where they could attack Jingchen and Fuliya at the fastest and most perfect angle.

Jing Chen and Fuliya didn't even glance at Nanxing and Beichen. In this environment, with the strength of Nanxing and Beichen, they could not pose a threat to them.

"I think I'll be more at ease where you stand to watch." Sikong Haoxuan pointed to the spire of the tower in the distance and said to Jing Chen and Fuliya.

Fuliya shrugged slightly, smiled faintly, and her figure disappeared out of thin air and appeared on the spire of the tower in the distance. Jing Chen smiled disdainfully, "Crazy, are you too careful. Will you attack you as ours?"

"Great Demon Master, do you have credibility in the mainland?"

Jing Chen snorted coldly, swung his snow-white sleeves, and disappeared from the spot, appearing next to Fuliya, "That madman, is really careful."

Fuliya smiled faintly, "In such a short time, we need to improve our already strong dead camp strength and see how he is fighting for life."

Sikong Haoxuan in the square threw out a bunch of tattered dolls from the ring of space. These were all destroyed by his use of witchcraft in various battles. The doll that was cut out countless cracks by his Ice Snow Sword when fighting with Ruijie also appeared in the pile of dolls.

With the awakening of the Nine-Terms Witch Seals - Faith, Sikong Haoxuan no longer needs puppets. With his current understanding of witchcraft, he can make any object his own puppet while thinking, which is one step further than borrowing other creatures' essence and blood to induce ancient witchcraft - puppets.

In ancient times, no great witch appeared, who could dig witchcraft so deeply. And what is most frightening is that if Sikong Haoxuan controls the soul key, then the creature who lost the key could be regarded as a doll by Sikong Haoxuan at any time.

The dense blood-red tadpole-shaped Wu Wen appeared on the surface of damaged dolls and slowly sank into the dolls while the bright red soul bells flashed like Sikong Haoxuan's wrist.

One by one, a doll with strange shapes stood erect around the Death Camp while Sikong Haoxuan's thumb flashed red light. Sikong Haoxuan and the Death Camp soldiers surrounded the square.

Obscure syllables exploded over the square, causing the souls of creatures within a radius to tremble. One by one, strange dolls, inspired by the syllables, became living bodies. The dry meridians on the surface were injected into the blood out of thin air again.

Ancient Witchcraft - Blood Soul

In ancient times, blood soul was just an ordinary soul wizard. With the help of the blood of some living beings, it created a short life for sacrifice activities. This witchcraft, which almost even believers in ancient times, became an extremely terrifying witchcraft under the in-depth understanding and creation of Sikong Haoxuan.

Although the life formed under this witchcraft only lasts half a day. However, under the infusion of the evil sea of ​​blood in Sikong Haoxuan's blood-colored soul bell, it also has the terrible dissolution power of blood. The creatures contaminated with these blood spirits have turned into blood flowing in their bodies, and the blood that can contain in these dolls has almost no upper limit.

With the eyes and perception of Jing Chen and Fuliya on the top of the tower, of course, they cleared all the subtle changes in the square. When blood spirits appeared one by one, Jing Chen's face changed, "What this madman created is indeed strange. Want to rely on these puppets as bodyguards? If we really want to take action, these puppets may not be able to stop them."

Fuliya's face was serious, "Monster, you probably guessed wrong. The life fluctuations of these puppets are very similar to the spirits recorded in the classical classics of our family. If they are really as invisible and intangible as spiritual bodies and ignore space, there is no problem to block us for a few days. Moreover, they are very evil and may not stick to them."

"Friya, women are always scared by some weird little things. I bet that madmen make these things like smoke." Jing Chen obviously has doubts about Friya's judgment.

Fuliya's spiritual magic has a much stronger perception of the witch than a pure space mage like Jing Chen, "a god-level magic core."

How could Jing Chen be afraid of such bets? A light flashed in his eyes that were more white than black, "Okay." After saying that, Jing Chen's eyes looked at the sky. A wild goose flying through the sky disappeared from Jing Chen's gaze.

On the periphery of the Blood Soul, a wild goose suddenly appeared. After being moved, the chaotic goose had just entered the Blood Soul's defense circle. A blood soul as big as a palm disappeared out of thin air.

The body of the goose suddenly settled in the air, getting smaller and smaller, as if it was constantly melting and shrinking. When the goose completely disappeared, a bloody doll appeared in its position.

Jing Chen looked at the puppet in the air, his eyes flashed with splendor, "Friya, I have to admit that you are right."

"I'm going to start and advise you not to play such dangerous games again. Without my control, these blood souls can find your location based on your soul breath. I don't think you are interested in wasting time against these blood souls..."

"Blood Soul?" A strange word made Jing Chen and Fuliya search in their memory...
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