Demon Sect Cultivation: I Can Disable Debuffs - Chapter 68

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“Swoosh-”

A blood-red light streaked across the sky like a meteor and finally stopped above a village.

This was the same village where Zhang Chen had taken shelter from the rain previously, but now it was in ruins and desolate. The corpses were devoured by wild beasts, and they could be seen everywhere.

After killing the female ghost that night, the old Daoist priest came the next evening.

In other words, the place where the old Daoist was located was within a day’s flying range.

“I wonder if that old Daoist priest is still nearby after three years.”

After pondering for a moment in the sky above the village, Zhang Chen spread his supreme sense and randomly chose a direction to fly in.

It was a gloomy Daoist temple not far away, with white paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling. They swayed unsteadily in the wind, as if beckoning to people.

A burial mound was nearby, and even though it was a sunny day, the chilly wind blew through, making people shiver.

What was even more eerie was the demonic statue enshrined in the main hall of the Daoist temple. The statue had a green face and sharp fangs, and it looked terrifyingly monstrous.

The ghost statue was naked from the waist up, wore a skull necklace, held a steel fork in one hand, and stood on one leg.

Under the statue were a dozen or so sealed jars, with dried bloodstains on the jars.

Below them were two bright lamps burning on either side, emitting an indescribable stench.

This was corpse oil!

At the end was a long table with tributes placed on it.

And these tributes were all bloody internal organs.

An old Daoist walked into the hall and took out a dagger. He cut his wrist expressionlessly and poured blood on the jars.

The jars shook violently like hungry baby birds, making clanging noises.

“Quiet!”

The old Daoist priest was a little annoyed by the noise and sternly rebuked them.

The jars immediately quietened down. If it weren’t for the fact that the sealed area seemed to be alive and constantly sucking blood, they wouldn’t be any different from ordinary jars.

After pouring blood on all the jars, the old Daoist priest’s face turned even paler. It was obvious that he had consumed a lot of energy.

“If it weren’t for that disciple of the Blood supreme-ruler Sect three years ago, who caused me to lose the spirit ghosts and many other ghosts, I wouldn’t have to work hard to cultivate them again.”

Thinking of the spirit ghosts that he had planned to cultivate for decades being killed three years ago, the old Daoist was filled with hatred.

Back then, he had wanted to summon the soul of that disciple of the Blood supreme-ruler Sect and torture him to death to ease his hatred.

But after trying several times and failing to summon his soul, he could only assume that the soul had dissipated.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. “He was so lucky to have his soul dissipate like that!”

Four days later, the blood light stopped not far from the Daoist temple.

Zhang Chen looked at the Daoist temple and swept his supreme sense over it. “The Yin Qi here is so strong. This should be the place.”

In these four days, Zhang Chen had searched in four different directions, and he finally found it.

Inside the Daoist temple, the old Daoist, who was meditating and absorbing Yin Qi, sensed the unfamiliar supreme sense and suddenly opened his eyes. He stood up and walked outside.

Just as Zhang Chen was about to land in the Daoist temple, a figure flew out.

“May I know which fellow Daoist is here?”

“Oh? Don’t you recognize me?” Zhang Chen sneered.

“Is it you?!” The old Daoist’s pupils suddenly contracted in shock as he recognized the visitor’s appearance. “This is impossible! You used the Blood

Ignition Technique. How can you still be alive and even break through to the

Foundation Establishment realm?!”

“Nothing is impossible. I’m here to settle the score with you,” Zhang Chen said calmly.

The old Daoist priest’s expression was dark and ugly. “No wonder I couldn’t summon your soul. I thought you were dead and gone, but it turns out you’re still alive.”

Suddenly, the old Daoist priest changed his tone. “Back then, you were the one who killed the ghost spirits I had painstakingly nurtured, so I retaliated, and you didn’t even die. Why don’t we let bygones be bygones?”

“You couldn’t kill me, that’s your problem. It doesn’t stop me from seeking revenge. Today, you will die!” Zhang Chen’s body was enveloped in a bloody aura, and he struck out with a palm from afar.

“Netherworld Ghost Hand!” The old Daoist priest also struck out with his palm.

“Boom!”

The palm made of bloody aura collided with the palm made of Yin Qi, producing a deafening roar and stirring up a violent gust of air.

“You’ve gone too far! Don’t think that just because you’ve reached the Foundation Establishment stage, you can defeat me,” the old Dao shouted, throwing out the Hundred Ghosts Banner.

“Woo, woo, woo…”

Suddenly, the sky darkened and ghosts howled as a large number of restless spirits with bared teeth and claws rushed out of the banner.

Not only that, the old Daoist priest made another hand seal. “Soul, come forth!”

“Bang, bang, bang…”

The jars in the Daoist temple shook violently as a dozen or so illusory figures flew out of them.

Half of them were at the ninth level of Qi Refinement, and the other half were at least at the sixth level.

These ghosts and spirits emitted mournful cries as they gathered around the old Daoist, making him look like a king of ghosts.

Zhang Chen remained calm, and one after another, blood shadows flew out of his body.

One, two, three, four…

There were a total of 40 Blood supreme-ruler Sons, all at the ninth level of Qi cultivation.

This was the accumulation of Zhang Chen’s three years of efforts!

“It’s only been three years. How could you possess so many Blood supreme-ruler Sons?!” The old Daoist could hardly believe what he was seeing.

He knew about the Blood supreme-ruler Sons of the Blood supreme-ruler Sect, but they required a large amount of blood essence to nurture.

The Blood Spirit Sect disciple in front of him was only at the ninth level of Qi

Refinement three years ago, and it was already impressive for him to reach Foundation Establishment. How could he possess so many Blood supreme-ruler Sons at the ninth level of Qi Refinement?

“Attack!” Zhang Chen did not answer, but with a thought, 40 Blood supreme-ruler Sons charged towards the old Daoist.

“Go!” The old Daoist priest quickly commanded the ghosts to block the Blood supreme-ruler Sons.

There were nearly a hundred ghosts and they had the advantage in numbers, but there were only a dozen or so at the ninth level of Qi Refinement. It was difficult to resist the Blood supreme-ruler Sons’ charge.

If not for the fact that ghosts did not have blood and could only rely on wearing down Yin Qi to kill, they would probably have been scattered by the Blood supreme-ruler Sons in a moment.

However, this could not last long.

“Pfft!” The old Daoist spat out a mouthful of blood and formed hand seals. “Illuminate the Netherworld, the souls of the four directions, and the five days of demons. Heed my orders and come quickly!”

“Phew-”

The Yin wind roared, and countless ghosts with various death poses emerged from the nearby cemetery, rushing like a torrent.

Although their momentum was huge, these ghosts were very sluggish and their auras were weak. They didn’t even have one level of Qi Cultivation. They were as if a gust of wind could scatter them.

“Pfft!” The old Daoist priest’s face twisted in a grimace, and he spewed out another mouthful of blood: “Light shines through the mysterious abyss, souls from all directions, demons from the five heavens, listen to my command, come quickly!”

The old Daoist priest’s voice was dry and hoarse. Coupled with the whimpers and roars of the ghosts, it was like a whisper from the Netherworld.

As the incantation ended, the ghosts flying over from the mass graves showed a scarlet glow in their eyes and began to devour and fuse with each other.

Countless ghosts squeezed into a ball and let out miserable wails and roars.

Yin Qi pervaded the air, and the sky was covered with dark clouds as if ink was poured, turning everything pitch black.

As the ghosts devoured each other, they fused into a huge ghost whose aura rapidly increased.

First level of Qi Refinement, second level of Qi Refinement, third level of Qi Refinement…

In just a few breaths, it had reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

After spewing two mouthfuls of blood in a row, the old Daoist also became weak and exhausted, but as he looked at the Foundation Establishment stage ghost that had merged, he grinned.

With his mouth full of residual blood, he looked particularly terrifying, like a malicious ghost..