Dongfang Liang said: "That is the place where Murong Xiaoqian lives, the center point of the entire imperial city. Over the past tens of thousands of years, the formation has continuously extracted the nether yin energy from the entire country to nourish her body, and her soul has mutated
, now the blood-feeding of this million-strong army will help her condense the zombie demonic body. Once she succeeds, no one can stop her."
Miss Fang said solemnly: "In that case, why didn't Mr. Dongfang stop it earlier? If we don't let these soldiers become sacrifices, wouldn't it ruin the entire plan?"
"I said, I am just a national advisor, not a king. These soldiers only obey the orders of the Lord of the City."
"What should we do now?" Miss Fang looked at Dongfang Liang and said.
Dongfang Liang did not speak, but walked quickly to Yu Batian and introduced: "City Lord, this is our ally this time, Miss Fang."
Yu Batian's eyes lit up, he looked at Miss Fang and said: "Miss Fang has traveled hundreds of millions of miles to come to the Seventh Secret Realm. It is really an honor for me. It is said that Miss Fang is the smartest person in the demon world, and her businesses are all over the demon world and
In the secret realm, it would be a great honor if I could get help from the eldest lady."
Miss Fang's expression changed: "Lord City Lord, where are Anchen Yindang and others? Where are they?"
"Miss, don't worry, these two people have been sent by me to explore the road ahead." Yu Batian said proudly.
"It's so stupid." Miss Fang sighed inwardly.
Dongfang Liang's expression also changed: "Lord City Lord, didn't I say before? Never let these two people out of sight before I come back."
Yu Batian said disapprovingly: "The two of them are already polished commanders, what's so scary about them?"
Dongfang Liang said in a deep voice: "It's not too late for us to go in now."
Behind Yu Batian, there were more than a dozen experts, each of them looking at everyone warily, but it was obvious that neither Miss Fang nor Brother Ouyang and others took him seriously.
After everyone discussed it, they walked towards the door without hesitation.
When the altar is opened, the door is also opened.
But the door is like the mouth of a monster, and it makes people frightened just by looking at it. No one knows what terrible things will be inside.
Because of this, Genius Yuba took matters into his own hands and ordered An Chen and Yin Dang to explore. Unexpectedly, this was exactly what they wanted.
Yu Batian couldn't help but feel a little angry when he saw these monks turning a blind eye to him.
As expected, none of the people from these eight major families are good, so do they still think that they are a puppet city lord?
Of course, it was absolutely impossible for him to imagine at this moment that none of his soldiers were left.
He thought that the sacrifice mentioned by Dongfang Liang was at most tens of thousands of soldiers, but he did not expect that it would be the sacrifice of the entire army. If he had known about it, he would not have agreed.
There are no soldiers left. Even without the suppression of the eight major families, he still dominates!
Zhuo Yifan sighed.
Looking at the scene inside the formation, his expression changed drastically.
Even though the Devil's Heart is very powerful, he can't absorb any blood at this moment.
The power of this formation cannot be matched at all in the Netherworld City Square.
No, we must enter as soon as possible to destroy their plans.
Zhuo Yifan observed for a while and found a weak point in the formation, then jumped away and started to activate the devil's heart to understand.
Since this person was a member of the Yuan clan, the place where he was buried was of course the Yuan clan's magic circle, which gave Zhuo Yifan a great advantage.
Zhuo Yifan knows that such a large array consumes blood very quickly, not to mention that there are Dongfang Liang and Anchen in it?
They all covet blood.
"Amitabha, Donor Zhuo is really like a mantis stalking a cicada and an oriole behind him!"
Zhuo Yifan hadn't realized the secret of the formation yet, but he heard a voice that he really didn't want to hear.
That was the voice of Master Kongo.
He turned around with a dry smile, looked at Kūgo steadily, and said, "I don't know where the master went after entering the city. He just showed up now. I'm afraid it's already too late."
"Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. It's never too late." Kūgo said with a generous smile: "These ordinary people are so crazy in pursuit of power that even the heavens can't bear it!"
Zhuo Yifan said calmly: "Master is compassionate, why don't you stop this kind of unscrupulous behavior?"
"Zhuo Donor, this is the tragedy of Buddhism. All living beings in the world are trapped in a sea of suffering. To save or not to save? Who to save? Sometimes, saving one person can save thousands of lives. Sometimes, saving people has to be done.
Murder, the entanglement of cause and effect is endless, even if the Buddha is alive, I am afraid it will be difficult to make a decision!"
Zhuo Yifan's eyes flashed: "Master seems to have something in his words. I am stupid, so I would like to ask Master for some advice."
"These millions of creatures have been wiped out in ashes. Do you think this poor monk feels better?" Kong Wu sighed: "But their sacrifices are meaningful. At least they can save hundreds of millions of people. If I let you choose, Zhuo Donor, you
Should we choose these 1 million people, or should we choose people a hundred times or even tens of millions of times that of 1 million?”
Zhuo Yifan snorted coldly: "All living beings are equal, we are not qualified to decide who deserves to live and who deserves to die."
"Yes, we can't make a decision. We can only choose the side with more people."
Zhuo Yifan frowned and said: "Master, more than one million people have just been sacrificed here, but you said it was to save people? Who to save? Who can stand up to so many people?"
"Donor Zhuo, you know clearly in your heart, but you don't want to believe and accept it. Why bother?" Kongwu took a deep look at Zhuo Yifan and said, "It's a lie that Dongfang Liang and others want to control Murong Xiaoqian, but they can't get the truth."
The devil's blood is real, and the god-level puppet can indeed control Murong Xiaoqian, but not for other reasons, but to kill her and extract the blood essence."
Zhuo Yifan said: "I know Dongfang Liang's purpose, but what does this have to do with sitting idly by and ignoring his sacrifice? If the sacrifice is destroyed, Murong Xiaoqian's tomb will not appear, and An Chen will not be buried at all.
Being controlled by a god-level puppet, isn’t this unnecessary?”
"It seems that Donor Zhuo still doesn't know much about zombie resurrection. Murong Qiansha had no choice but to leave his essence and blood in the past, and he used an ancient secret method. Didn't you think of the key point why he became the killing demon?
?”
Zhuo Yifan was startled, then a flash of inspiration suddenly changed his color: "You mean, he got the inheritance of Sha? He is a disciple of Sha?"
"It should be regarded as passed down from generation to generation! Of course, manpower will be taken into consideration when killing someone to resurrect him. His tomb was set up by King Mighty himself. With King Mighty's method, this tomb space is self-contained and can be infinitely large. There are people living in it.
It is also normal for some races. It is understandable that Sha will leave his own inheritance in some places. Facts have proved that he did succeed."