Chapter 11 The Next Day

The next day, at half past eleven in the morning.

In the vast and boundless Northwest Gobi Desert, the yellow-red bare rocks rose and fell, stretching to the horizon.

Behind a hidden sand dune, a few clumps of small saxaul trees listlessly endured the scorching sun.

The Demon Eye Heavenly King, with a sports headband around his forehead, stepped on the soft, barren land, went around the sand dune, and saw the Palace Master of Zhisha and Fu Qingyang hidden in the shadow of the sand dune.

The Demon Eye Heavenly King scanned Young Master Qian's clean white leather boots, then scanned the Palace Master of Zhisha's spotless skirt, and a dangerous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Didn't I tell you that there are falcons trained by the Holy Church patrolling over the Gobi Desert, and they will see motor vehicles and airplanes? Did you two take my words as wind in your ears?

"If you delay the resurrection of Yuanshi Tianzun, I will make you two be buried with him!"

Fu Qingyang said coldly, "Teleported over."

Palace Master of Zhisha: "Bumpkin!"

The Demon Eye Heavenly King forced himself to say, "Heh, the official side is really rich."

"The teleportation prop is mine, it has nothing to do with the Five Elements Alliance." The Palace Master of Zhisha opened the item bar and grabbed a small and exquisite bronze pot forged from lapis lazuli.

Opening the mouth of the pot, she gently shook it.

A naked body "plop" fell on the sand dune, covered in light golden viscous liquid. These liquids permeated the ground, and clumps of saxaul trees instantly grew on the hard bare rock. The breath of life lingered around, and the nearby camel thorns "rustled" and grew several centimeters taller at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Such a rich life source liquid could be called top grade, but the attention of the Demon Eye Heavenly King and Fu Qingyang was not on this. They stared at Yuanshi Tianzun's avatar with bright eyes.

The avatar was shaped from the main body's essence blood supplemented with life source liquid mud and was exactly the same as the main body.

The Demon Eye Heavenly King nodded slightly: "It is indeed his aura. If Yuanshi Tianzun had not already been destroyed in body and soul, this body could have been used as a carrier for his resurrection."

For Night Roamers and Illusionists, having such a body of the same origin and ancestry was enough to resurrect on the spot.

Next, the two sides exchanged necessary items.

The Demon Eye obtained Yuanshi Tianzun's avatar and the parchment scroll (teleportation prop), while Fu Qingyang obtained the phone numbers of the Ghost Blade Heavenly King and the Silver Moon Heavenly King.

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After lunch, the Silver Moon Heavenly King, as usual, came to the Ghost Blade Heavenly King's retreat to issue a challenge.

Bewitching Demons are combat-type professions, like scouts in the orthodox path, and their combat abilities need to be honed to become stronger and stronger.

The Ghost Blade Heavenly King's residence was two bungalows and a small courtyard. The northwest wind was strong and the sand was swift, the glass was gray, and the walls and courtyard gate were also gray.

"Ghost Blade, come out and fight!" The Silver Moon Heavenly King slammed on the courtyard door.

The Ghost Blade Heavenly King's impatient voice came from the courtyard: "I'm not going!"

The Ghost Blade Heavenly King was unwilling to fight Silver Moon. As a veteran level eight Ancient War God, he only needed seventy percent of his power to suppress Silver Moon, and eighty percent of his power to kill him.

In his opinion, fighting Silver Moon was just sparring, and as rulers of the Holy Church, they couldn't really start a massacre.

——The inability to kill was a disguised torment for Bewitching Demons.

Every time he fought to the point of high fighting spirit, he had to forcibly suppress his killing intent. Such a battle was meaningless, even a torment.

Upon hearing this, the Silver Moon Heavenly King thought to himself that the Demon Eye was now reborn, and a glare from him would cripple him. Extinction had a deep killing nature, and if he really got angry, he would dare to cut down even Asura, let alone him. It would be too unjust to die at the hands of Extinction.

The Fear Heavenly King was a guy who could compete with a demigod, nothing to brag about.

After thinking about it, Ghost Blade was indeed more suitable for sparring, so he raised his cattail fan-like hand and "duangduang" slammed the door twice and shouted, "Ghost Blade, I'm here to issue a challenge. If you don't dare to come, you're a coward, a sick man of the Northwest."

As soon as he finished speaking, killing intent boiled in the courtyard. The two wooden doors exploded with a "bang," and the Ghost Blade Heavenly King came out.

This was a middle-aged man of average height, with ordinary looks, dark and shiny skin, wearing a dark brown cloth coat and tied leggings, completely in the image of an old man from the Northwest.

"Stop talking nonsense, my blade is already thirsty." Just as the Silver Moon Divine General was about to say "Old Place," the phone in the Ghost Blade Heavenly King's pocket rang.

It was a call from a stranger, and the number's location showed it was Songhai.

The Ghost Blade Heavenly King answered the phone and said coldly, "Who is it?"

They used the most ordinary phone cards, without the surging fighting spirit turning into a substantial gale, stirring up the sand and gravel on the ground.

The same cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "I am Fu Qingyang! Ghost Blade, I am issuing you a challenge, to use your head to sacrifice the flag. If you have the guts, come! The location is sixty miles southeast of the Holy Mountain of the Holy Church."

The Ghost Blade Heavenly King's eyes suddenly lit up, his tiger-like body shook, and his gaze was fiery and bright, full of expectation.

The Silver Moon Divine General held down the Ghost Blade Heavenly King's shoulder and sneered, "Fu Qingyang, what tricks are you playing again? You treacherous scout, we won't fall for it."

He planned to summon the trained falcons to investigate and see if Fu Qingyang was really in the Northwest.

The Silver Moon Divine General's position in the Holy Church was inclined towards a steward, administrator, and nanny.

The four Heavenly Kings were all talented people, brave in fighting, but not good at managing the gang. The Silver Moon Divine General had to shoulder the internal affairs of the Holy Church.

His experience as a slave made him very good at forbearance, good at handling interpersonal relationships and affairs, and his IQ and EQ were both online—except when scolding people.

After mocking Fu Qingyang, the Silver Moon Divine General turned to look at the Ghost Blade Heavenly King and sneered, "You're still so easily provoked. You should use your brain occasionally and weigh the pros and cons. Don't just accept anyone's challenge. You'll be plotted to death sooner or later."

At this moment, Fu Qingyang's cold voice came from the loudspeaker again: "Silver Moon, you bastard born of a lowly slave, come to Songhai and rely on me. I have prepared a golden hoe for you, and I will be your master in the future."

The Silver Moon Divine General's scalp exploded, his face instantly turned red, and the scars buried in his heart were exposed. Endless anger filled his chest.

Fu Qingyang's words were equivalent to throwing a pot of feces on him, polluting the Silver Moon Divine General's body, mind, and personality.

"Fu, I'm going to cut you down right now."

The two Ancient War Gods let out a long roar, their knees slightly bent, and only the ground "boomed" and sank. Two figures shot up into the clouds like rockets.

Sixty miles southeast of the Holy Mountain, Fu Qingyang hung up the phone and dialed the Palace Master of Zhisha's phone again: "Done!"

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Not far from the Holy Mountain, behind a sand dune, the Palace Master of Zhisha took out the perfect human skin and put it on, visualizing the appearance of the Silver Moon Divine General.

The perfect human skin quickly "melted" and adhered to the surface of her skin. In the blink of an eye, she became a burly man with a height close to two meters, a bald head, a high nose bridge, and wearing nose and lip rings.

She generously headed towards the Holy Mountain not far away. At the foot of the Holy Mountain was a group of gray, Northwest-style bungalows, located along the mountain, using a mix of stones and yellow mud bricks.

The Palace Master of Zhisha quickly arrived at the building complex at the foot of the Holy Mountain and walked towards the residence of the Extinction Heavenly King with a clear goal.

Along the way, the Bewitching Demons and Mist Lords greeted her with bows. The Palace Master of Zhisha sometimes nodded coldly, and sometimes burst into abuse, criticizing the church members for being lazy and drunk. Those who were scolded were trembling with fear, but also accustomed to it.

No one noticed that the Silver Moon Divine General was a fake.

Finally, the Palace Master of Zhisha stopped at the door of a courtyard halfway up the mountain. She naturally raised her hand and rudely knocked on the courtyard door.

After a while, the courtyard door opened, revealing a thin woman with bloodshot eyes and a sleepy look, as if she had been sleep-deprived for a long time.

It was normal for the official side to send reconnaissance soldiers to probe for intelligence after the Holy Church had just attacked the capital.

Hearing that she could kill wantonly, the Extinction Heavenly King excitedly licked her lips. She suddenly frowned and stared at the Palace Master of Zhisha suspiciously, "Didn't you used to be in charge of these things?"

The Palace Master of Zhisha immediately cursed, "I want to fight Ghost Blade, I don't have time to deal with small fries. Go or don't go."

After saying that, he turned around, adopting a "I'll handle it myself" posture.

"Get lost, don't steal my fun!" The Extinction Heavenly King rushed out of the courtyard, and with a flash of her figure, she stirred up a gust of wind and disappeared.

The Palace Master of Zhisha left in the opposite direction. After leaving the Holy Church's gathering place, she tore off the human skin, took out her mobile phone, and made a call to the Demon Eye Heavenly King:

"Done! You can resurrect Yuanshi Tianzun, but remember to bleed him first, don't put him directly into the Mother God's womb. Remember this."

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Sacrificing him directly into the Mother God's womb...

The Palace Master of Zhisha's repeatedly emphasized step made him a little puzzled. Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in the Demon Eye Heavenly King's eyes.

He thought of a possibility: directly putting Yuanshi Tianzun into the Mother God's womb might resurrect someone else!

Skipping the "bleeding" step, like a beating heart.

Putting down the sack, he dragged Yuanshi Tianzun out: "The Mother God's womb can only be resurrected once. If you ever return to the mirror world again, you won't have any capital left."

He quickly closed the simple wooden door.

In the room, dark red fleshy matter was spread across the floor like silt.

In the center, the fleshy matter was piled high into a mountain, and a three-meter-long meat cabin was half-embedded in the meat mountain.

The meat cabin and the fleshy matter were connected by bluish-purple blood vessels.

The entire meat mountain slowly rose and fell.

After saying that, he picked up Yuanshi Tianzun and was about to throw him into the meat cabin when he suddenly remembered the Palace Master of Zhisha's warning.

"Bleed him first..." The Demon Eye Heavenly King frowned.

In his opinion, the avatar was both flesh and blood and a blood relative, perfectly satisfying the two conditions for activating the Mother God's womb, and there was no need to take the extra step of bleeding him.

In that case, it would be equivalent to sacrificing Yuanshi Tianzun as a blood relative, and the resurrected person would be Yuanshi Tianzun's blood relative?!

This guy's blood relative... The Demon Eye Heavenly King pondered for a few seconds, then temporarily put the matter behind him. He didn't have much time left, and resurrecting Yuanshi Tianzun was the most important thing at the moment.

As for blood relatives or whatever, he neither cared about them nor disdained them.

The torn flesh membrane quickly regenerated, covering the surface of the meat cabin.

Through the flesh membrane, the Demon Eye Heavenly King saw the avatar inside the cabin being digested and absorbed bit by bit.

This process lasted for three minutes.

"It's done!" The Demon Eye Heavenly King picked up Yuanshi Tianzun's thick leg, threw him into the cabin, and at the same time stabbed the avatar's heart with a knife, killing him.

After doing all this, the Demon Eye Heavenly King sheathed his knife and stepped back, muttering to himself, "Resurrect, Yuanshi Tianzun! This world would be too boring without you. I need you to join hands with me to cleanse this dirty world."

This was not a problem that needed to be figured out at the moment.

The sharp dagger cut open the artery in his thigh, and warm, spiritual-rich blood gurgled out, flowing in small streams into the meat cabin.

The flesh wall squirmed for a while, quickly absorbing the warm blood.

When the meat cabin had absorbed enough blood, the Demon Eye Heavenly King was overjoyed, looking forward with anticipation. The radiance flying between his eyebrows was like that of a young father waiting for his child to be born.

But at this moment, the meat cabin representing the "Mother God's womb" suddenly popped up a message:

[Unable to resurrect!]

The Demon Eye Heavenly King stared at this message, stunned in place.