The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 72 - 18 Witch Demon Action

72: Chapter 18 Witch Demon Action

72 -18 Witch Demon Action

Hundreds of years later, a deep voice echoed through the starry sky above the Primordial Land.

“Witch!”

That vast and mysterious sound, as if cutting through time and space from the unopened chaos of creation, finally passed into the ears of all beings in the Primordial Land like the sound of thunder.

With two Demon Saints in tow, walking upon the Primordial Land, Li Qingming laughed lightly when he heard this sound, muttering to himself: “It’s started!”

“Witch!”

As the voice gradually rose in pitch, the Primordial Land itself seemed to be immersed in this world of thunderous sound.

Everything seemed to become different from before.

“Swish!”

Suddenly, countless crimson blood formations seemed to appear out of nowhere above the Primordial Land.

Each huge blood formation was tens of feet tall, and the surging blood qi caused the space to almost shatter.

“My lord, what is this?”

One of the Demon Saints following Li Qingming, uncertainly gazed at the blood formations before him.

“No worries!” Li Qingming said softly with a wave of his hand: “This is a phenomenon of Heaven and Earth!

Just don’t know the reason behind it!”

“Thump!

Thump!

Thump!”

The blood formations in mid-air seemed to come alive, actually emitting the sounds of a beating heart.

This eerie scene made the jaws of the two Demon Saints drop.

“Boom!”

Immediately thereafter, with a boom, the huge blood formations vanished into thin air before their eyes.

The two Demon Saints looked at each other in bewilderment.

This vanished blood formation, unexpectedly reappeared within the Ancestral Witch Hall on Mount Buzhou.

The Ancestor Witches looked at the essence blood before them with excitement, their elation beyond words.

“Brother Li, this method really works!” Di Jiang stepped forward and touched the surging essence blood formation, feeling a sense of kinship from the mingling of bloodlines inside it.

“Hmm!” The Heaven and Earth Taoist slightly raised his eyelids, his blood-red eyes scanning each blood formation, and coldly said: “Fellow Daoists, although these many blood formations contain the surging mana of the Pan Gu God, they are devoid of any elemental attributes.

Next, we need to force out a drop of heart blood, dilute it, then blend it with the blood formation.

Then, we can create the Witch Tribe!”

“Exactly!”

All the Ancestor Witches nodded in agreement.

“Let me go first!” Di Jiang stepped forward and clenched his palm, roaring lowly.

With great force, he struck his chest.

A fist-sized drop of essence blood, pulsing with intense space fluctuations, shot out explosively from Di Jiang’s mouth.

Once the essence blood was out, Di Jiang’s face turned instantly pale.

The Heaven and Earth Taoist acted swiftly; as soon as the essence blood appeared, he opened the Jade Purification Bottle he had obtained from Li Yanran and flicked a drop of Three Light Divine Water towards Di Jiang’s essence blood.

Then something miraculous happened: the two drops of liquid fused together and began to slowly swell, becoming the size of a small mountain within the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

Following that, with a soft bang, the fused liquid burst violently.

Red blood strands gently drifted into millions of blood formations.

The blood formations that absorbed Di Jiang’s heart blood were all radiating silver-white space power.

The dazzling silver light reflected the entire Ancestral Witch Hall so brightly that it could mirror one’s face.

The process that followed was simple; the rest of the Ancestor Witches also forced out their heart blood.

Ju Mang’s blood was crystal clear and emerald green, containing wood spiritual power full of vitality; Rushou’s blood shone like gold, with Sharp Gold Qi piercing the Cangqiong sky; Gonggong’s blood was a deep blue, with Kui Water Qi solidifying upon contact with air; Zhu Rong’s blood was a fiery red with a tinge of green, the violent Fire Spirit Power seemed to scorch the Cangqiong firmament; Tian Wu’s blood was sharp green, with the slicing wind spiritual power as sharp as a steel knife.

Qiang Liang’s blood was purple with patterns, with electric snakes writhing upon it; Naz’s blood resembled lightning, with crackling sounds echoing through the heavens; Blood of the Nine Yin was shadowless and without form, yet it radiated a strong oppressive force; Shebi Corpse Blood was a clear sky-blue, with Spiritual Energy gushing but also containing hidden Evil Qi; Houtu’s blood was a turbid yellow like earth, filled with a sense of heaviness and oppressiveness; Xuanming’s blood was ominously dark, with bone-chilling coldness seeping into the marrow.

Li Qingming, through the eyes of the Heaven and Earth Taoist, watched the scene unfolding before him.

Yet his heart was tumultuous, unable to calm down for a long time.

“My lord, my lord!” A Demon Saint following behind Li Qingming saw that Li Qingming was lost in deep, dark confusion and stood still, thus stepped forward and spoke.

“Ah!

What is it?” Li Qingming turned to look at the Demon Saint behind him.

This Demon Saint was known as Nine Youths.

His cultivation had reached the Late Stage of Daluo Golden Immortal.

His original body was one of the Primordial Species.

This beast, with nine dragon heads and ribs growing wings, could spit water and breathe fire.

Its cries were like those of a wailing infant, hence the name “Nine Youths”!

“My lord, ahead lies the territory of the Demon Saint, Lion Camel King—Lion Camel Ridge!”

Before him stood a figure known for taking lives without blinking an eye, and just the thought of that huge brick made one shudder.

Therefore, Nine Youths did not dare to neglect, hurriedly answered respectfully.

“Oh, so soon?” Li Qingming, riding atop Xiong Da, lightly smiled and said, “Nine Youths, go ahead and announce us.

Call out that Lion Camel King!”

“Yes, my lord!” Nine Youths gently patted the giant wolf beneath him, stepped forward, and bellowed, “Hey there, Lion Camel King!

I am the Demon Saint Nine Youths, come out and welcome us quickly!”

Suddenly, a cunning little head peeped out from under the mountain, looked around, and then quickly dove back into the mountain.

After a while, from within the forest came a cacophony of shouting and killing.

“Kill them!”

Troops of Little Demons appeared suddenly from all directions, some bearing flags, some wielding long knives, and others carrying sharp spears, converging on Li Qingming and the two Demon Saints.

Each of the Little Demons had beastly features and incomplete transformations.

There were densely packed in their hundreds, perhaps even over a thousand.

Following that came a thunderous roar, and a strapping man nearly ten feet tall strode forward.

What a fierce demon he was: with green face and fierce fangs, his hair thick and bushy, his huge eyes like copper bells shooting out terrifyingly fierce beams.

The man pointed at Nine Youths with one hand and said with a hateful voice, “Insolent cur!

What gives you the right to demand that I go out and greet you!”

Nine Youths sized up the Lion Camel King and said, “You are the Lion Camel King?

I am a Demon Saint under the command of Sun Star’s Di Jun.

I am here specially to invite you to submit to Lord Di Jun and conspire together!”

“Hahaha, rubbish!” The Lion Camel King laughed heartily, “I leisurely enjoy eating, drinking, and playing on Lion Camel Ridge, why should I subject myself to restraints and be governed by others—a real joke!

Hahaha!”

“Nine Youths, just force him to give up his Primordial Spirit!” Li Qingming glanced indifferently at the Lion Camel King and said.

Nine Youths trembled all over and replied, “Yes, my lord!”

“Humph!

If you want my Primordial Spirit, ask if my weapon agrees first!” The Lion Camel King snorted coldly and, hoisting his Wolf Fang Club, charged forward.

A divine light flashed in Nine Youths’ eyes, a three-chi red long whip appeared in his hand, and he cracked it through the air with a whistling sound.

“Crack!”

Nine Youths waved the long whip, creating an impenetrable defense, leaving the Lion Camel King, wielding the Wolf Fang Club, unable to break through.

To Li Qingming, it seemed like Nine Youths was merely toying with the Lion Camel King.

The two sides exchanged blows back and forth for countless rounds.

“Humph!

Worthless!” Li Qingming, immensely fed up with the sight, eventually could not refrain, and with an imagined dark blue palm in the air, he lightning-fast reached out to grab the Lion Camel King.

A cry of agony sounded, and the Lion Camel King was abruptly snatched up by the palm, then smashed forcefully to the ground, repeatedly, over a hundred times.

The sight caused a chill to run down the spine of the Little Demon and the two Demon Saints, turning their faces pale as ghosts.

“Have you submitted?” After a while, Li Qingming commanded Xiong Da to step forward and asked.

The Lion Camel King, with his face swollen and bruised, dared not harbor any resentment and weirdly offered a wisp of his Primordial Spirit, saying, “Spare my life, my lord, this Little Demon submits!”

Li Qingming took the strand of Primordial Spirit, smiled faintly, and thought to himself, “The Primordial Era is about to arrive!”