Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 776 - 448 Entering the Thousand Stone Grotto, the Endurance and Hatred of the Blood-Vein Old Demon, My Loathing for This World, the Human Demon of the Western Lands_3

776: Chapter 448: Entering the Thousand Stone Grotto, the Endurance and Hatred of the Blood-Vein Old Demon, My Loathing for This World, the Human Demon of the Western Lands_3

776 -448: Entering the Thousand Stone Grotto, the Endurance and Hatred of the Blood-Vein Old Demon, My Loathing for This World, the Human Demon of the Western Lands_3

“First…

first, I won’t eat; you all go ahead and eat,” the Blood-Spotted Old Demon’s mindset was about to explode at this moment.

He possessed unmatched wisdom and had forcefully developed the “Essence Plundering and Element Shifting Five Treasures Mysterious Art,” a Secret Technique, on his own.

But in excitement at the time when the Secret Technique was perfected, he told the effects of the marvelous technique to his pillow companion.

As a result, that treacherous wench turned out to be a backstabber, secretly sent information to the Eastern Demon Kingdom.

If he hadn’t been vigilant and noticed something amiss, he would have been easily captured.

Although he managed to escape, he still ended up being relentlessly pursued by the Eastern Demon Kingdom, with no way to ascend to heaven and no door to enter the earth.

Later on, somehow the news leaked out, and the number of Demonkin pursuing him increased.

After all, one might be a thief for a thousand days, but you can’t defend against a thief for a thousand days, there finally came a day when he was severely injured by the experts of the Four Great Demon Kingdoms and fled into the Thousand Stone Grotto.

To elude the search, he reluctantly used a secret technique, cutting himself and peeling off his spiritual ignorance.

With the Flesh and Blood Transmutation Technique, he permanently transformed some of his flesh and blood into the likeness of a Dwarf Demon prophet.

“Praise the prophet, the prophet is great!”

A group of Dwarf Demons couldn’t help but cheer and jump for joy upon hearing this, although they didn’t understand why the previously brutal prophet had become so merciful all of a sudden, this was undoubtedly a great thing.

“Feast time!

Feast time!” Countless Dwarf Demons immediately linked arms to form a large circle, cheering in unison with simple happiness written all over their faces.

Inside the Thousand Stone Grotto, Demonkin would come and go from time to time, and picking up garbage had become a well-established industry chain for the Dwarf Demons.

Despite some risks, it really was delicious~

Juicy juicy.

A somewhat graceful Dwarf Demoness, with a piece of yellow cloth around her hips, poured water almost as clean as the Ganges into a pot, then took out some sun-dried Red Meatic Lichen, and began to stew it in the pot.

There were simply too many Dwarf Demons, nearly a thousand, and they could not be satisfied without doing so.

Sharing was also one of the few good customs that had allowed the Dwarf Demon clan to continue to this day because tribes without this custom had already gone extinct.

“Praise the prophet, the prophet is great!”

“Feast time!

Feast time!”

After the feast, a group of Dwarf Demons, soaked with soup and well-fed, still had the enthusiasm to start a dance, their ugly bodies coiling into one.

Looking at the chaos before him and the grating notes, the Blood-Spotted Old Demon’s lips twitched slightly. novelbuddy.cσ๓

You see, no matter his reputation, he was once a genuine Breakthrough Limit Demonkin Cultivator, and now here he was, having to mix with these beasts of burden.

To put it plainly, now he even had to sit in meditation with one eye open and one eye closed; otherwise, some stupid and fearless Dwarf Demon might actually burrow into his embrace.

After all, one couldn’t expect much from a Dwarf Demon that wasn’t too bright…

If it weren’t for the need to keep up appearances and rely on the guise of a Dwarf Demon to avoid a mass killing, he would have lost his patience long ago.

Sometimes, he even harbored the thought of ‘not escaping anymore, just destroy everything.’

“Just endure it a little longer; days like these won’t last forever,” suddenly, a fierce and resolute look flitted across the Dwarf Demon prophet’s eyes.

He lifted the underground stone slab and entered a secret chamber.

Inside the secret chamber, within a bloodstained Stone Coffin, a handsome young man with a green cockscomb hair was floating up and down in the bloodwater, lifeless as if he were a stubborn rock.

The large patch of flesh on his chest was twisting and closing up.

“In at most another day, this body will be under my control.”

“If I keep dragging this out, eventually they will start to suspect the Dwarf Demons.

Right now, it’s but darkness beneath the light; they can’t imagine that the proud Blood-Spotted would, in order to save his life, turn into an inferior Dwarf Demon and blend in with them.”

“At that time, this secret technique, take it!

Without getting the secret technique, the Thousand Stone Grotto will never have peace.”

Blood-Spotted Old Demon sighed, and the secret chamber plunged back into darkness.

“Get lost!

I loathe this world!”

Sure enough, another Dwarf Demon crawled up to his side.

…

…

Western Lands.

Inside a fortress.

A handsome young Cultivator was looking at a boiling Blood Pool, his face revealing a trace of excitement.

“Your Majesty, the altar and the offerings are almost ready!”