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An old Taoist priest with a sage-like appearance and gray hair shook his head and sighed.
"Great Elder, could it be that my mighty Southern Jue Kingdom is about to be destroyed by a mere demon?!"
The Emperor of Nanjue looked shocked and furious: "Is there truly no way at all???"
"There are solutions... of course."
Emperor Nanjue hurriedly asked, "What method is it?"
The Grand Elder said calmly, "Now that the Purple-Robed Demon has reached the half-step Divine Realm, only I can withstand him in the entire Southern Sect."
"However, if we allow him to slaughter the city and wreak havoc on Nanjue, it will only be a matter of time before the purple-robed demon advances to the Divine Realm. At that time, he can even kill that immortal. As for me, I can't even withstand a single move from him."
"Therefore, if we want to stop the purple-robed demon, we must first stop him from massacring the city."
Emperor Nanjue asked in confusion, "That purple-robed demon is incredibly powerful and can come and go as he pleases. Even if you, the Grand Elder, personally go to stop him from massacring the city, what if he doesn't fight you and instead goes to massacre other cities?"
The High Priest shook his head: "I never said I was going to personally stop the Purple-Robed Demon."
"Since the demon needs to massacre an entire city to become stronger..."
Speaking of which.
The venerable elder, with his otherworldly air, paused, revealing a compassionate expression, and slowly said:
"Then, we only need to slaughter the entire city first, and the purple-robed demon will have no means to increase his strength."
"Furthermore, I can enhance my strength by absorbing essence blood. If I were to reach the Divine Travel Profound Realm, then the purple-robed demon would no longer be a threat."
As soon as these words came out.
Emperor Nanjue was momentarily stunned, then his eyes lit up with excitement.
"That's a great idea!"
"Very good!!!"
"Hahahahaha!"
"The Grand Elder is truly exceptionally intelligent!"
"How could they come up with such a method!"
"As long as the people are slaughtered, that demon will be unable to increase his strength. He might then turn to invading Beili and wreak havoc on the people there!"
"Those common people died a worthy death. Not only did they not become nourishment for the purple-robed demon, but they also enhanced the power of the Grand Elder."
"This method is absolutely brilliant!"
Faced with the praise of the Southern Emperor.
The High Priest merely showed a look of shame, clasped his hands together, and said with compassion, "This matter was all caused by the Purple-Robed Demon. This old Taoist... had no choice but to do it. I hope the people will not hold a grudge because of this."
Upon hearing this, the Emperor of Nanjue smiled and said, "Rest assured, Your Excellency, the people of Nanjue will not only not hold a grudge, but will also be grateful to you."
"Sacrificing a few civilians to ensure the continuation of my Southern Jue Kingdom is a great act of merit!"
"After this, I will certainly erect a monument to the Grand Master's merits and spread his fame throughout the world!"
The high priest lowered his cloudy eyes: "I am ashamed, I am ashamed."
"There is no time to lose. Your Majesty, please arrange the massacre of the city immediately."
"This old Taoist is worried that the purple-robed demon will take his place first..."
Emperor Nanjue nodded and immediately ordered, "Guards!"
"Issue the imperial decree: From this moment forward, all cities in Nanjue shall be closed, and no one shall be allowed to enter or leave!"
...
Southern Secret.
In a thatched hut hidden among the clouds.
"Master, your disciple has become the number one expert in the Southern Manual."
"I have already mastered the Demonic Sword Technique that you taught me."
"But Master... that's not what your disciple wants..."
"All I want is a small home."
"But why is such a simple wish so difficult for my disciple...?"
"My father and mother are gone, and you, Master, were my only support. Now, you are gone too."
Ye Dingzhi looked at the small thatched hut.
His body was shrouded in blood mist, and his murderous aura soared to the sky.
This is where he and his master first met.
The time he spent here was the most relaxing period of his life in recent years.
Unfortunately, the place is now deserted, and everything has changed.
The more Ye Dingzhi saw this scene, the stronger his murderous aura became.
It seemed as if it were about to solidify into reality.
Extremely creepy.
Ye Dingzhi's eyes were bloodshot as he said, word by word, "Since the whole world wants me dead!"
"I will kill everyone in this world who dares to stand in my way!"
.......
After paying respects to the master.
Ye Dingzhi rushed northwards.
Wherever they went, strange phenomena appeared in the world: blood mist filled the sky, all vegetation withered, and wild beasts died on the spot.
It was as if the world was being proclaimed that a peerless demon had been born.
but.
Just as Ye Dingzhi was halfway through his journey.
A bloodcurdling scream, accompanied by an extremely strong stench of blood, echoed from a city.
Ye Dingzhi's eyes flickered slightly as he turned his head to look at the distant city.
Even from such a distance, there was such a big commotion.
This is enough to illustrate the carnage within the city.
What's even scarier is.
The city seemed to be shrouded in an incredibly thick black mist.
Everywhere else, the sky is clear and blue.
Inside the city, however, it was pitch black.
The black mist above the city walls would occasionally transform into terrifying shapes such as skeletons and monsters.
"interesting......"
Ye Dingzhi narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that he had encountered a kindred spirit.
but.
When demonic cultivators encounter each other, it's a matter of life and death.
Every demonic cultivator is a great source of nourishment for another demonic cultivator.
Ye Dingzhi flashed, changed direction, and sped toward the city shrouded in black mist.
.......
Chapter 15 A rope always breaks at its thinnest point; misfortune always finds its way to the unfortunate.
The midday sun in September relentlessly scorched the earth, while cicadas chirped from the crisscrossing branches.
This kind of weather has lasted for more than four or five months, during which time not a drop of rain has fallen. The entire earth has cracked with fissures, and many places have suffered a complete crop failure. This year's drought, coupled with last year's cold disaster, makes it seem as if God really doesn't want the people of Nanjue to survive.
Such natural disasters, coupled with years of war, caused a large number of people from the south to leave their homes and become displaced. Everywhere there were emaciated refugees, and the roadsides were littered with bones. Wild dogs in the fields and fields gnawing on the corpses had green eyes and reeked of decay.
They roam in packs along country lanes, preying on lone refugees. These wild dogs are exceptionally fierce and cunning; they often travel in packs, but when they encounter large groups of refugees, they only follow at a distance.
Whenever they discover something unusual, they flee every day. Once they find any backward refugees, they swarm them, indiscriminately hunting, killing, and eating them.
It seems that misfortune specifically targets those who are destined for hardship.
Even in the face of such a natural disaster, all that awaits the people is more despair.
The sky suddenly darkened.
The entire city seemed to be shrouded in a thick black fog.
Then, screams of agony echoed throughout the city.
"what!!!"
"Help!!!"
"Please! Don't kill me!"
"Tong'er, run!!!"
"Don't look back!!!"
People were fleeing in panic everywhere.
However, most of them were dried-up corpses lying on the ground, drained of their blood.
People fled towards the outskirts of the city.
But to their despair, they discovered that the entire city seemed to be completely sealed off, with no way out.
The black mist in the sky would occasionally transform into the shape of terrifying monsters, grabbing a commoner at will and sucking them dry in just a few breaths.
The blood flowed along the black mist to the huge blood pool in the center of the city.
At this point, the entire blood pool was already one-third full, and it was still increasing.
"Compassion, compassion..."
"This old Taoist priest is merely helping you cross the sea of suffering."
The high priest looked at the people who had died tragically with a look of pity.
but.
A strange, blood-red glint occasionally flashed in those murky eyes.
Behind him, the blood in the pool of blood kept flowing into his body.
suddenly.
A blood-black sword aura, solidified from malevolent energy, flashed past and struck the massive blood pool with a deafening roar.
"Boom!!!"
moment.
A loud bang was heard.
Followed by.
The blood in the blood pool surged out like a raging river.
The city center was submerged.
“Who is it?!!!”
"How dare you ruin this old Taoist's good deed!!!"
A voice filled with shock and anger rang out.
The High Priest was furious when he saw the shattered blood pool and immediately began to cast spells.
The black mist churned and rolled, causing the gushing blood to recombine.
Finish these.