35: Chapter 35 Demons and Evil Cultivators Escape

At this moment, the Third Elder's originally gaunt and withered body had expanded to over two meters tall under the nourishment of the blood mist.

His muscles were knotted, and strange blood-colored patterns appeared on the surface of his skin.

"Yang Qianjue!"

The Third Elder's voice was like the clashing of metal.

"Tonight, I will let you witness the true power of the Blood Sacrifice Grand Array."

Yang Qianjue grasped at the empty air with his right hand, and a purple-gold spear appeared out of thin air, its tip emitting a chilling light that made one's heart palpitate.

"Army Breaker!"

With a sharp shout, the purple-gold spear turned into a stream of light, piercing toward the Blood Sacrifice Grand Array with fierce momentum.

"Blood God Slash!"

One could see the ghost face condensed above the Third Elder's head, under his control, condensing into a large blood-colored blade.

"Boom!"

The purple-gold spear collided with the blood-colored ghost blade in mid-air, and the shockwave completely blew off the dome of the prison.

Yang Qianjue retreated three steps in the air, a flash of shock in his eyes.

"Hahaha!"

The Third Elder's blood patterns shone all over his body.

"The Blood Sacrifice Grand Array is complete; what does the Heavenly Human Realm matter?"

"Tonight, all of you shall become nourishment for the Sacred Artifact!"

After the Third Elder finished speaking.

The blood mist within the Formation surged, and countless blood-colored tentacles stretched out from the cracks in the prison floor, entangling the injured Zhenwu Guard.

Amidst screams, several Martial Artists were instantly sucked into mummies.

And those rebels and Blood God Cult Disciples seemed unaffected, still moving as swift as the wind, continuously besieging the Zhenwu Guard.

Gu Han retreated rapidly, sticking to the wall, his Nine Hells True Qi circulating crazily within his body.

A blood tentacle suddenly lunged from the ground, and he slashed back with his blade, but the blade felt as if it had fallen into a mire.

"This ghostly thing can devour True Qi!"

Gu Han's pupils constricted, his expression changing drastically.

The blood tentacle wound up along the blade, and a sharp, needle-like pain immediately came from his arm.

The blood-colored patterns stopped strangely just as they spread to his shoulder, and then flowed backward like a tide.

A blood-colored glint flashed in Gu Han's eyes, and the blood tentacle on the blade instantly withered and shattered.

"Eh!"

"My Nine Hells True Qi seems to be able to restrain this ghostly thing."

Before Gu Han could investigate further.

A loud noise of chains breaking suddenly came from the depths of the prison.

The Third Elder grinned and brandished the blood blade.

"The time has come!"

The blood-colored blade light slashed toward the last Seal Formation.

"Stop him!"

"Everyone, activate the Formation!"

Yang Qianjue shouted violently, the purple-gold spear condensed again, the spear body entwined with dazzling silver light, and he stabbed at the Third Elder.

However.

With just a "Boom" sound.

The blood-colored blade light collided with the purple-gold spear, violent energy exploded, and the entire prison trembled violently.

Yang Qianjue was shaken back several steps, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of shock.

"Yang Qianjue, you cannot break the Blood Sacrifice Grand Array!"

The Third Elder laughed wildly, his body's blood patterns shining, his aura still climbing.

He stood in the center of the Formation, the blood mist continuously pouring into his body, and his injuries were actually healing rapidly!

At this time, more and more blood-colored tentacles extended from the cracks in the ground.

They were crazily devouring the Qi and blood of the Martial Artists in the prison.

The Zhenwu Guard fell one after another, turning into mummies.

And those Zhenwu Guard who turned into mummies stood up strangely again.

"Not good, if this continues, everyone will die."

Gu Han's eyes turned sharp, and his Nine Hells True Qi circulated crazily within his body.

He discovered that after those blood tentacles invaded his body, not only did they fail to devour his Qi and blood, but they were instead refined in reverse by the Nine Hells True Qi, turning into pure Nine Hells True Qi.

"It even has this effect?"

"Then I don't have to worry about the consumption of True Qi."

Immediately, Gu Han stopped saving True Qi and unleashed his ultimate moves continuously.

At this moment, Gu Han suddenly discovered that those Zhenwu Guard entangled by the blood tentacles had actually stood up strangely, their faces gray and white, their eyes flashing with blood, and they had become blood Puppets.

"Brother Han, be careful!"

Zhao De shouted from his hiding place.

Before he could finish speaking, three blood Puppets had already pounced on Gu Han.

He slashed back with his blade, only to find that these monsters could still move even after their limbs were severed.

Seeing this, Gu Han blasted these limbs to smithereens.

"Uncle Zhao, why didn't you hide?"

Gu Han asked anxiously.

"Brother Han, it's not that I don't want to hide."

"It's that there is nowhere to hide."

"This ghostly thing keeps attacking."

"Xiao Li and the others were all killed by this ghostly thing."

Zhao De said in horror.

Hearing this, Gu Han frowned, his expression serious.

"There are two more here!"

"Brothers, kill these two pieces of trash!"

A group of rebels and Blood God Cult Disciples discovered Gu Han and Zhao De.

Seeing this, Gu Han took a step forward and blocked in front of Zhao De.

At the same time, Gu Han discovered that these rebels and Blood God Cult Disciples were not affected by the blood mist.

The blood mist didn't touch them at all.

When they moved quickly, the blood mist would even make way for them.

"There's something strange."

"These guys must have something on them to resist the blood mist."

A thought flashed through Gu Han's mind.

Immediately, he raised his blade and stepped forward.

"Blade Drawing Slash!"

Drawing the blade and sheathing it, completed in the blink of an eye.

This group of rebels and Blood God Cult people all died.

At the same time, these people were not possessed by the blood mist.

Characters flashed before Gu Han's eyes.

"Uncle Zhao, let's search these people together."

"Maybe we can find something to resist the blood mist."

Gu Han turned around and shouted to the stunned Zhao De.

At this moment, Zhao De was shocked by Gu Han's cultivation.

He never expected that Gu Han would have such cultivation now.

If he knew that Gu Han had already condensed a Supreme Origin Core, he would be even more shocked.

"Coming!"

Zhao De came back to his senses and rushed up.

He also knew that now was not the time to talk about this.

"Found it!"

Gu Han took out a blood-colored jade talisman from the arms of a Blood God Cult Disciple.

The surface of the jade talisman was carved with strange patterns, and it was emitting a faint blood light.

Those surging blood mists retreated like snakes and scorpions as soon as they approached the jade talisman.

"Sure enough, there's a trick."

Gu Han's eyes lit up, and he stuffed the jade talisman to Zhao De.

"Uncle Zhao, take this!"

As soon as the jade talisman was in his hand, the blood mist within three feet of Zhao De immediately retreated.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but saw that Gu Han had already squatted down and quickly stripped the blood-colored robe off another corpse.

"This robe also has something strange."

Gu Han shook open the robe and found that the lining was embroidered with the same patterns.

"The Blood God Cult was prepared long ago; their people are not afraid of the Blood Sacrifice Grand Array at all!"

As he was speaking, the ground suddenly shook violently.

A loud "Boom" came from the depths of the prison, followed by the harsh sound of chains breaking continuously.

"Not good!"

Gu Han looked up suddenly.

"Uncle Zhao, what terrifying things are still being held in the prison?"

Hearing Gu Han's inquiry, Zhao De told him everything he knew.

"Uncle Zhao, you mean, there is another layer in the prison?"

"That layer holds demons and Demonic Path big shots?"

"And then, the powerful officials in the court keep taking the essence blood of these demons to temper the Physical Body of their descendants?"

After listening to Zhao De's account, Gu Han couldn't help but ask three questions in a row.

After seeing Zhao De nod, Gu Han couldn't help but gasp.

"These powerful officials are treating demons as sustainable cultivation resources!"

"Yes!"

Zhao De echoed.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion came from the depths of the prison, and the whole building shook violently.

Gu Han supported the wall, and saw a dozen huge black shadows slowly rising from the cracks in the ground in the dust and smoke in the distance.

"Oh no!"

Zhao De's face was pale.

"Those demons have come out."

The first one to crawl out was a three-zhang-tall wolf demon, its fur standing up like steel needles, and there was a hideous scar on its right eye.

It roared at the sky, the sound waves shaking the rubble down.