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Chapter 433 - 395: Demon Path Titan【Seeking Monthly Ticket】_2

Chapter 433: Chapter 395: Demon Path Titan【Seeking Monthly Ticket】_2

It planted a deep demonic seed in his innocent heart, setting the groundwork for his future, overwhelming sins.

At the age of ten, he accidentally came across a polluted inheritance left by a disciple of the disintegrated Blood Demon Sect, starting his cultivation and his legendary life.

By the age of eighteen, he stirred up the demon disaster, secretly sacrificing his entire extended family, forming a Second Grade Dao Foundation, becoming a mysterious and feared great demon.

At twenty-nine, he smeared the reputation of his sister-in-law, murdered his brother, consumed his father, and cleansed his entire family with blood to form a Blood Pill and become a true demon.

At one hundred and thirty-one, he betrayed and joined another demon cult, washing his original sect in blood, achieving infancy.

At two hundred and ninety, he once again betrayed the demon cult he had joined, gathering the sect’s Blood Bone Demon Souls to form a Primordial Spirit.

At five hundred and sixty-nine, he soaked sin in blood, transforming thousands of territories into demon territories, beholding billions of lives, using the resentful souls of dry bones as firewood, and entering the Crossing Tribulation, thereby becoming a master of demon cultivation.

There were even rumors that when he turned two thousand, he tried to cross the Tribulation to become an Immortal, and then he gradually faded into obscurity, with few traces left.

His life bore countless blood debts and endless sins. His entire path was seemingly paved with white bones.

"Good guy, he’s certainly no less impressive than the Burning Legion, or even the players of the Fourth Heavenly Disaster!"

Wang Zijia, flipping through the detailed biography in the "Demon Gate Ascending Immortal Record" in his hand, felt the strong smell of blood rushing towards him from the words on the book.

Like a veteran cadre, he took out the materials and began to make his quota of Jade Talismans after reading the information for a while in the morning.

However, he had only finished processing the spiritual space materials, when, before he had completed the Jade Talisman, his face changed slightly, and his mind was instantly in the Chaotic Sea of Knowledge.

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Tianhong Empire, Demon Suppression Sect, on Jingchan Mountain.

After a year of development, a hundred thousand congenital martial artists were no weaker under the deterrence of the mortal world than a hundred thousand monks.

Today’s Demon Suppression Sect has already undoubtedly become the overlord.

But on the bustling Jingchan Mountain, a strange scene was taking place.

Two monks in blood-red Taoist robes, covered with various black skull heads, walked leisurely towards the peak of the mountain under the guidance of a peculiar blood-red compass from the foot of Jingchan Mountain.

Among the two, one was over one meter and ninety centimeters tall, as slender as a bamboo pole and extremely skinny.

The other was at most one meter and sixty centimeters tall, but nearly one meter wide, with extremely exaggerated lateral development.

One tall and one short, one fat and one thin, they were surprisingly harmonious. However, they appeared rather fatigued, as if they had traveled a long distance.

Their seeming leisurely stroll was not slow, and they walked barefoot, just inches above the ground – they were both Perfected individuals.

This level of cultivation, yet looking weary from a long journey, tells us that they had crossed unknown territories.

As the two moved forward, the surrounding crowd seemed oblivious to them.

Where they had passed, a faint black fog filled the area, and the busy people stopped as if they were machines, falling into a strange silence.

The two first lingered in the battlefield relics at the foot of the mountain, where Wang Zijia and the Painted Skin Fox had fought, leaving behind a crater. Then, under the guidance of the blood-red compass, they went up the mountain and stopped in front of a huge god statue.

The statue was around ten meters high, handsome and energetic, with an air of immortality that marked him out as more than a mortal.

This was Wang Zijia’s god statue. After testing it and realizing that the incense income could not be transferred across realms, he had left it there to earn whatever it could.

"Here?" the short, fat man looked up at the statue, doubtful.

The tall, skinny man looked at the blood-red compass in front of him and said with assurance, "It should be right, it’s here."

"Damn it, we sneaked through countless checkpoints, avoiding who knows how many inspections, crossed over half of Wanyu, only to find this statue?" The short, fat man said somewhat irritably.

"Perhaps we’re just unlucky, and the other senior brothers traveling other routes are on the right track." The tall, skinny man replied helplessly.

"Whose statue is this from Wanyu? Why is the Blood Compass pointing to it?" The short, fat man looked at the statue and asked with a frown.

"I’m not sure, let’s put it away first and ask someone who knows. But the Blood Compass isn’t pointing to the statue, but to this place." The tall, skinny man looked around the square with a frown and said.

Upon hearing this, the short, chubby man rummaged through his clothes and pulled out something the size of a cloth bag, throwing it directly at the statue.

Unexpectedly, the statue suddenly came to life, slapping away the bag with a hand, and mechanically stomped its foot at the pair as if it wanted to squash two ants with one stomp.

"Eh, it’s a puppet?" The short, chubby man lightly exclaimed.

"No, is this a special magic tool? This level, this strong spirit, a Ming Device?" Between his words, the skinny man waved his hand, a strong spiritual light rushed out, fiercely colliding with the giant foot.

Despite there being a glaring discrepancy in their sizes, the skinny man was firmly in place, the several meters tall statue was forced back a few steps, crushing many buildings underfoot.

Many people around, stupefied by the spreading black fog, were also crushed to a pulp.

"What demonic being dares to run wild in the Demon Suppression Sect!"

At this time, someone finally noticed the unusual movements at the mountain gate from the core great hall not far from the peak.

Xiang Ji, Liang Cheng, Feng Haonan, and several child-stage monks rushed out.

"Eh! There are also two cultivators with decent talent!"

Following the short, chubby man’s exclamation, before anyone could react, they were horrified to find that they had all lost control of their bodies.

All of them stood still like wooden stakes, as a chubby man came in front of Liang Cheng, who was only eight years old but almost as tall as him. His eyes were shining as they scanned the two, primarily focusing on Liang Cheng.

"Truly a top-grade spiritual root cultivator, what good luck!"

He seemed to think of something, and unconsciously extended his blood-red tongue, licking his lips.

"Haha, indeed, our luck isn’t bad, at least we didn’t come here for nothing, we can recover quite a bit of our travel expenses." The tall, skinny man looking at Liang Cheng, also laughed merrily.

"Who are you people, do you not know, the Demon Suppression Sect is an affiliated sect of Wanyu, not a place where you people can behave recklessly." Xiang Ji’s face slightly changed as he harshly exclaimed.

"Heh, trying to scare us by bringing up the Wanyu Sect? Even if this decrepit place was visited by the God Monarch himself, what does it matter?" The short, chubby man was about to reach out to grab Liang Cheng.

But before he could touch Liang Cheng, the skinny man suddenly pulled him back and quickly retreated a few steps.

"Oh, is that right? I’d like to see what you two are capable of!"

Liang Cheng, who was being controlled by them, suddenly fainted, his body then started to swell and in the blink of an eye he transformed into a man who looked identical to the statue from earlier.

"A transformation technique?"

"It doesn’t seem like it. Rather, appears like a divine tour by incarnation?"

The two looked at the suddenly appearing Wang Zijia with astonishment, their bodies tense.

"We pay our respects to the Grandmaster!" Xiang Ji and others who recovered could move immediately saluted him.

"Grandmaster? How can a broken place like this be the God Monarch’s Taoist field?" The tall, skinny man looked at Wang Zijia in disbelief, his eyes flickering with spiritual light as he tried to see through Wang Zijia’s true nature.

However, Wang Zijia didn’t answer them. With a fluctuation of his mana, he threw the surrounding disciples far away and sized up the two in front of him.

"Blood Bone Skull Robe, the little monsters from the Bone Soul Sect? How did you get to this rear area?"

However, the two didn’t pay any attention to Wang Zijia. The moment Wang Zijia’s mana fluctuated, they completely confirmed that Wang Zijia was not a paper man substitute, but a genuine descending spirit incarnation.

This place is thousands of miles away from Wanyu, isn’t it?

With such a distance, being able to travel spiritually and bring real strength, there was no doubt that he was a God Monarch!

"Run!"

The two exchanged glances, said nothing more, turned around, and ran, in two different directions, east and west. This was a stark contrast to their earlier arrogance.

Wang Zijia frowned at this sight.

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