Devour

Chapter 421: Corpse of the Rakshasa Ghost Saint

After hearing this, Jiuying sighed quietly, "Humans are so strange. They're willing to pay spirit stones before accepting the demon tribe's kindness. Could this be the legendary debt of gratitude?"

Without giving it time to think carefully, he casually stretched out a giant palm, opened it towards Zhenhai Pavilion, and said hesitantly: "I want this amount, and then I will push the island around and help you!"

Wang Hong widened his eyes and looked at the six thick fingers standing on Jiuying's outstretched palm. He glanced at Master Li again and saw that he had no intention of responding.

Although he felt like crying but couldn't, Wang Hong didn't dare to miss this rare chance to survive, and quickly agreed: "Sixty... sixty thousand pounds is sixty thousand pounds. Thank you, Great Immortal Jiuying, for your help!"

Cheng Bai was stunned. "Jiuying has six fingers on each hand and foot. He can just gesture and ask for more than I said... Awesome!"

Master Li wanted to take this opportunity to find out more about Xue Shi's true colors, but he also disliked Wang Hong's repeated scheming, so he made an excuse to shirk responsibility.

Seeing that the matter had been settled, Master Li felt a slight pity and secretly sighed, "A dignified Demon Saint is actually willing to help Jingtao Sect? This blood-erosion spectacle, which only appears once in five thousand reincarnations, will be missed here and will never be seen again!"

To secure his powerful ally, Wang Hong impatiently urged Wang Sheng and Pan Guanxia, ​​saying, "Hurry, both of you, go to the secret realm and bring up the 60,000-jin Yunlu Stone."

Jiuying retracted his giant palm, forced out nine ferocious smiles, and promised: "Okay, okay, pay in full, no returns!"

His massive body slowly lowered, his two massive arms reaching out to firmly grasp the edge of Jingao Island, and he effortlessly pushed forward. The entire island, like a mountain garden plaything on the water, instantly turned 180 degrees and continued its original speed southward.

Wang Hong confirmed that Jingao Island had successfully turned around, and a huge stone fell from his heart. He bowed to Jiuying and said, "Thank you very much, Great Immortal, for your help in completing the feat of moving the island! Please come to my humble home and enjoy our offerings. Let us show our hospitality."

Jiuying shook his nine heads and suddenly jumped out of the sea. His whole body quickly shrank to only six meters high in the air. With a light flash, he landed in Zhenhai Pavilion.

Wang Hong was secretly delighted, thinking he had established a close relationship with him. He flattered him repeatedly, "Your Excellency, you are so majestic and heroic. I have admired you for a long time! We are honored to be able to see your holy face today!"

Jiuying ignored him and simply bowed to Cheng Bai and Master Li one after another, chatting, "I've also heard of Master Li of the Eastern Confucian School for a long time. I'm sure you're very interested in the blood erosion phenomenon."

When the people of Jingtao Sect saw that Jiuying had prioritized Chengbai in the order of respect, they all secretly muttered in their hearts, "The Demon Saint must be too stupid and ignorant, and confused to understand the etiquette of human sects. He mistook the Sect Leader and ended up paying respect to the wrong person."

Master Li smiled and replied, "Although I, a scholar, would like to take this opportunity to broaden my horizons, I am currently returning from my journey south and will not have the opportunity to witness this wonder in person."

Cheng Bai also clasped his fists and said, "The Immortal's words are full of mysteries. Can we still see the blood erosion?"

Jiuying laughed heartily and said, "The blood erosion has a wide range of influence. This place is close to the edge of the North Sea. With our abilities, we can see the magnificent scenery from afar from the top of the mountain. There is no need for you two to regret it!"

Cheng Baiqi asked, "Is this place near the edge of the North Sea? But looking out, all I see is endless water in all directions. Could it be that there's a spatial restriction that prevents the human eye from seeing the mystery of the boundary?"

Jiuying said seriously, "Your words hit the nail on the head! The four seas of East, South, West, and North are actually interconnected. If you insist on heading north, you may indeed enter a time and space loop and reach the South Sea."

Master Li, standing nearby, said with great interest, "Since the north and the south are connected, how can there be a 'margin'?"

Jiuying said solemnly, "The edge of the North Sea is guarded by the corpse of the Rakshasa Ghost Saint. Anyone who trespasses on the border will most likely die, so few can reach the South Sea directly. The blood erosion is closely related to it!"

While they were talking, Wang Sheng and Pan Guanxia hurriedly brought in 60,000 kilograms of Yunlu stone, and then arranged them on the ground as neatly as possible waiting to be counted.

Jiuying glanced at the quality of the stone a few times and said in surprise, "These are undoubtedly cloud-thread stones, but not only are there too many impurities, but they are also severely cracked!"

Cheng Bai made a rough estimate and had an idea in mind: "After removing the impurities, only half of the material is left. With so many cracks, it's good to be worth thousands of kilograms. Master Wang knows how to do business!"

Wang Hong normally didn't have time to deal with the stone's flaws, so he hurriedly covered them up, saying, "Natural spiritual stones are freshly transported from the mine, so naturally there will be impurities and cracks. That's unavoidable. These characteristics just prove that they are genuine and honest!"

Jiuying had no intention of arguing, and was even too lazy to count them. He just waved his hand and stored all the Yunlu Stones in his Dantian Qi Sea.

Despite Jiuying's indifference towards the Jingtao Sect, Wang Hong and the others were in a remarkably relaxed mood. It was as if the sect's previous anxiety and fear had vanished with the massive transaction of 60,000 kilograms of spirit stones.

Wang Hong stood before Zhenhai Pavilion, looking down at the thousand or so disciples gathered on the mountainside. He addressed them in a resounding voice, "Our sect is blessed by the righteousness of heaven and earth, and with the support of the two immortal saints, we have successfully resolved the crisis of war between the human and demon races! I had a heart-to-heart talk with the North Sea Divine Lord today, and I deeply regret that we met so late. Thank you all for your hard work, now return to your cultivation."

After the headmaster finished giving instructions on trivial matters, he lifted his battle preparations and disbanded his formation. Many disciples scattered like birds and beasts as if they had been granted amnesty.

Unexpectedly, Wang Hong had just returned to the top floor of Zhenhai Pavilion and had not had time to catch his breath when he heard the bad news.

Jiuying said slowly, "The mountains on this island are high enough, and the view looking back to the north is wide. It is not difficult to see the blood erosion, but it is very dangerous for those with insufficient cultivation."

Cheng Bai asked carefully, "Will standing here and watching also endanger my life?"

Jiuying chuckled softly, "We're so far away. With Master Li and I's abilities, we can probably protect ourselves. At worst, we can just run away. But how much of an impact this aftermath will have on the younger generation on the island is hard to say!"

Cheng Bai secretly complained: "Given your age of nearly seven thousand reincarnation epochs, who here is not considered a junior?"

Wang Hong's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly asked respectfully, "Excuse me, Great Immortal, when did the blood erosion begin?"

Jiuying had received a large amount of spirit stones from his family after all, so he couldn't just ignore it. He replied slowly, "It's almost there. Look, there are signs in the north."

Everyone looked towards the northern sea. It seemed that there were only a few sea creatures left after fleeing southward. However, the waves stirred up layers of ripples, and the surging and boiling force increased instead of decreasing.

At the distant intersection of sea and sky, a vast expanse of blood-red mist quietly rose. At first, it looked like the common mist at dawn on the sea level, and it was difficult to detect any special features.

A sharp-eyed person would only notice that the color was slightly different—it was definitely not the warm golden red reflected by the morning glow, but a bloody red with a hint of danger.

But as time went on, the blood mist not only did not dissipate under the gradually rising sunlight, but instead grew thicker. It expanded as if it had life, transforming into an overwhelming scarlet silk that entangled everything in sight, a breathtaking beauty that was both breathtakingly beautiful and eerie enough to send chills down one's spine.

The sunlight was gradually obscured by the fog, reflecting a blurry and hazy halo, like a veil of death hanging between the sea and the sky.

Pan Guanxia stared at the strange celestial phenomenon approaching, her heart pounding, but she couldn't help but say stubbornly, "Is this the blood erosion? It looks... quite beautiful, and it doesn't seem that great."

Beitingjun sneered, his clear voice carrying a warning: "The beauty of death is beyond the reach of the mortal world. Don't be deceived by its gorgeous appearance."

Jiuying said calmly, "The foggy scene you are seeing now is just a sign of the coming of the true blood erosion. The excitement is yet to come."

Everyone focused their attention and gradually felt uneasy.

The blood mist grew thicker and wider, obscuring the sky and sun wherever it passed, seemingly swallowing everything in its path. It seemed to drift slowly, but in reality, it spread rapidly, carrying with it a dull roar like the roar of an invisible giant beast as it approached Jingao Island.

Cheng Bai became doubly vigilant upon seeing this, and asked in a serious tone, "Is this blood mist likely to contain corrosive forces? Will it have adverse effects on humans?"

Jiuying's voice was as calm as water, as if he was describing an ordinary matter: "Not just humans, but any living being whose flesh and blood is contaminated by even the slightest bit will immediately dissolve into the same blood mist, becoming part of it and increasing its power."

"Quick! Defend quickly!" Wang Hong's face turned pale when he heard this, and he quickly waved the Thousand Machine Feather Fan in his hand to activate the island protection formation - it turned out that this was a spiritual weapon, responsible for controlling the central operation of the formation.