Chapter 100 These Old Guys

“Even a centipede is hard to kill when it dies; these old guys hid so many backup plans even in death.”

Ripples flickered in the depths of An Qisheng's eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped into the mountains.

Whoosh!

The night wind howled. In these mountains, filled with miasma and swamps, there was not a single sound of birds, beasts, or insects, as silent as a land of ghosts.

In fact, there were still wild animals in these mountains.

However, all the wild animals were trapped within the mountains. The miasma that enveloped the mountains was constantly sucking their blood, so that all the wild animals, apart from eating, had no energy to make any other sounds.

These mountains full of wild animals were all blood bags.

Their existence, apart from reproduction, was to supply the altar beneath the mountains.

Whoosh!

An Qisheng seemed to sense something. With a movement, he had already arrived at the entrance to the underground palace.

With his methods, there were too many ways to enter the underground palace.

The reason he came here was because here was a human village.

Who could have guessed that in these mountains full of swamps and miasma, there would be a small village of no less than two thousand people!

This small mountain village was built against the mountain and looked no different from other villages. The houses were neatly arranged, and there was no shortage of good fields for cultivation, except that the village had no surrounding fences or barricades.

A village in the deep mountains, which could face the impact of wild animals from all directions, did not even have fences...

An Qisheng's undisguised arrival naturally alarmed the people in the village.

"Someone's here! Someone's coming!"

"Outsiders, outsiders!"

"It's an outsider..."

Many people in the village were alarmed and gathered around, each with a different expression.

Young people were curious and yearning, middle-aged people were wary and watchful, and old people were fearful and worried... Many emotions varied.

"Make way, the village elder is here!"

In a light cough, an old man with a cane walked through the crowd.

"I wonder where this Daoist priest comes from? And what brings you here?"

The old village elder coughed and asked.

As he spoke, his cloudy eyes stared intently at An Qisheng's expression.

Many other villagers were much the same.

"I come from beyond the mountains, and I'm here to pursue a criminal who fled through your village."

An Qisheng said slowly.

The yellow dog on his shoulder suddenly barked.

A tiger suddenly sprang out of the forest, saw the crowd from afar, dropped a lifeless wild boar, and turned to flee.

A tiger offering food?

An Qisheng's eyes flickered as he looked at the villagers.

The expressions of many villagers changed, and their eyes towards him suddenly became unkind.

"Cough cough! That big bug is our hunting dog, hunting for us every day."

The old village elder explained.

"Is it you who raised the big bug, or is it the big bug who raised you?"

An Qisheng glanced at these villagers and shook his head slightly:

"Some people are dead, but they are still alive. Some people are alive, but they are already dead..."

His divine sense was strong, and he had the ability to see into people's hearts. Naturally, there was no secret in this village for him.

It was nothing more than a group of people who were greedy for the food and drink here, and were even willing to be raised like pigs, cattle, and sheep, offering some 'sacrifices' to the altar every once in a while.

Such things were not uncommon in this world.

Before the Netherworld Monarch was born, there were many such villages, cities, and even countries among the human race.

Step, step, step~

He strode forward, his steps steady, his voice calm:

"I wonder, are you dead, or are you alive?"

"Stop! If you don't stop, we won't be polite!"

Hearing An Qisheng's question, all the villagers changed their expressions.

Many villagers even issued warnings, raising knives, guns, and sticks, seemingly ready to strike at the slightest disagreement.

"Stop!"

The old village elder saw something was wrong and stopped the villagers.

Unlike other villagers who had never left the mountains, he was knowledgeable and knew that there were immortals in this world who were not afraid of demons and ghosts, and who loved to subdue demons and eliminate evil.

Looking at the approaching An Qisheng, he knelt down on the ground, trembling:

"This Daoist priest, we don't know what you want to do, but we are living very well now, please don't disturb our days..."

When the other villagers saw the village elder kneel down, they all knelt down.

"Very well?"

An Qisheng stopped and sighed rarely:

"That's what pigs think too."

No disasters, no misfortunes, no worries about food and clothing, it seemed pretty good, and it was easy to confuse some people.

Just imagine, living outside the mountains, you might not be able to eat a piece of meat for years, but here in the mountains, you have no worries about food and clothing. Outside the mountains, there are heavy taxes, but not here. Outside the mountains, there are occasional demons and ghosts causing trouble, but not here...

For some ordinary people, how to choose is self-evident.

Because of this, An Qisheng sighed. Whether it was Earth in his previous life, Xuan Xing in this life, or the Jiufu Realm, he had seen too many tragedies, but he had never seen anything like this.

'People' who were raised as livestock and were happy to do so.

"Daoist priest?"

The village elder had been kneeling for a while and couldn't help but look up, but the front was empty.

The white-clothed Daoist had disappeared, as if he had left.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.

Then he stood up and tapped many young people with his crutch:

"Hurry up, carry the wild boar back, boil water, and gut it. Today, everyone will have meat to eat!"

"Okay!"

A group of villagers jumped and shouted, rejoicing.

For a moment, even those young people forgot their other thoughts and cheered together.

The people take food as their heaven...

.......

In a dark cave, there seemed to be no light at all.

In the darkness, Ning Yudao staggered into it and couldn't bear it any longer.

A mouthful of blood spurted out:

"Pfft!"

As soon as the blood landed, the entire cave seemed to come alive, and dots of red light rose up, reflecting the hideous murals and reliefs on the cave walls.

The dim ground squirmed, greedily absorbing the blood, leaving not a drop.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Ning Yudao's face was ashen and狰狞:

"I've already been so careful, so careful!"

Waves of killing intent surged in Ning Yudao's heart.

Since obtaining the Seven Emotions Extinction Method, he knew that he was practicing an evil art and did not dare to expose it to the outside world. He even dared not enter the city for many years for fear of being discovered by the City God.

It was not until the City God disappeared that he dared to show himself.

But he did not expect that the City God was gone, and he would encounter a nosy dog!

You're just a dog, why are you meddling in human affairs?

Woof~

A faint roar echoed from the mountains.

Ning Yudao's face twitched, and his eyes showed ruthlessness:

"It's you who wanted to chase after me relentlessly, you who wanted to die yourself..."

Whoosh~

With a flick of his sleeve, blood-colored candle flames lit up in the cave.

As the red candle flames flickered, they reflected the face of the cave.

This was a huge cave, no, it could even be called an underground palace. The candle flames extended in both directions to the distance, reaching more than a hundred feet wide. The faint blood lamps hanging on it were twenty feet off the ground.

In the huge cave, there were murals and reliefs everywhere. In the center was a mottled altar surrounded by eight Yin snakes.

The altar occupied a hundred feet, and the surroundings were full of hideous and terrifying runes. The whole body was dark red, seemingly cast from the same material, and vaguely, one could feel the grievances and ominousness dormant beneath it.

Looking at this altar, respect appeared on Ning Yudao's face.

This altar was an altar left by the Different Evil Dao in the past, with the power of ghosts and gods. As long as sacrifices were offered, one could obtain what they wanted.

More than ten years ago, he and a group of people came to this mountain. He was the first to discover the wonderful use of this altar, using dozens of companions as sacrifices in exchange for such an evil art as the Seven Emotions Extinction Method.

He, a casual cultivator, was able to cultivate to this level in just over ten years without any guidance, relying on this altar.

At the same time, this altar was also the formation hub that enveloped these mountains.

Buzz~

As Ning Yudao stood on the altar, waves of red aura appeared around him, and at the same time, the whispers of demons seemed to sound in his ears.

Making all the distracting thoughts in his heart boil.

Those Yin ghosts also窜出来 from his body, making happy and joyful laughter.

"I really want to take this place for myself..."

"There are more than two thousand people in this mountain, wouldn't it be better to torture them one by one?"

"No, no, have you forgotten the warning? Those are the pigs raised by this altar..."

......

The six Yin ghosts shouted non-stop.

Ning Yudao ignored it, calmed his mind, sensed the great formation, and wanted to use the power of the great formation to trap and kill the dog demon who was chasing after him relentlessly.

Buzz~

As Ning Yudao moved, a picture seemed to appear in the misty red light.

"Found it?"

Ning Yudao's heart moved, and he looked at the picture in the blood light.

The flowing picture froze.

It was an evil and gloomy洞*** inside, the red light was faint, full of hideous浮雕壁画, and a dark red mottled altar.

At this time, a young man in scholar's clothes was standing on the altar.

"That's me?!"

Ning Yudao was stunned for a moment, then his heart turned cold. He shouted and turned to look, and the six Yin ghosts let out a miserable roar.

Only to see, not more than a few feet away from him, a white-clothed Daoist was leisurely looking at the altar, reaching out to touch it from time to time.

And on his shoulder, a small yellow dog the size of a fist was squatting.

As if noticing his gaze, the little yellow dog put down its licking paws and opened its mouth to bark:

"Woof~"

The sound of the roar was like thunder!

The sound waves that荡起 instantly swept the altar and the cave. The dust and罡气 that rose up instantly swept towards all directions like a tide, hitting the surrounding murals and浮雕 with a cracking sound.

"That dog demon..."

Ning Yuzhen's expression changed drastically, and he was terrified. He didn't know that the one who had been chasing him all the way was this little dog.

Before he could react, a bone-chilling cold descended. Ning Yuzhen's body stiffened, like a snake frozen in midwinter. His eyeballs seemed unable to move.

That was because An Qisheng glanced at him.

"You really like offering sacrifices?"

An Qisheng had no joy or anger, and casually pointed at the altar.

Buzz~

In Ning Yuzhen's extremely desperate eyes, the blood light that暴涨 on the altar swallowed him instantly.

In the last moment, he heard the white-clothed Daoist's calm to the point of being almost cold voice:

"Then you can try it yourself!"