Weird Taoism: I became a god in a strange world

Chapter 442

This is the palace and base camp of the Jigui lineage.

However, there is a blood pool at the deepest part of the mountain.

There are more than 130 coffins floating in the blood pool.

Above the blood pool.

Thirteen hanging coffins.

Just now.

One of the hanging coffins suddenly exploded.

The coffin lid was instantly blown away.

A terrifying existence slowly woke up from the hanging coffin.

The nails of both hands were bent because they were too long and full of oil.

The two arms stretched out, one was black on the left and the other was white on the right.

He slowly sat up with his hands holding the coffin board.

A very strange sheep face was revealed.

This appearance is exactly the same as the face and arms summoned by the two Jigui lineage people killed by Lin Hun in the hall with the "returning to the world" magic.

This sheep face is weird and ranks sixth among the thirteen hanging coffins.

It belongs to a level that is neither high nor low.

The sheep-faced figure seemed to have just woken up from a long sleep.

He glanced at the blood pool below.

He calmed down and finally woke up slowly from his sleep.

He glanced at the hanging coffin above his head again.

He spoke:

"Come here."

His voice spread throughout the underground palace.

Soon there were a lot of footsteps.

A group of about thirty people appeared here from a distance in the underground palace.

"Ah... Sixth Master... You are awake?"

An old man in the middle panicked when he saw that one of the thirteen hanging coffins was opened.

His face changed drastically.

His eyes turned around quickly as if he was thinking about the situation in front of him.

The thirty or so people behind the old man were the servants who served this underground palace.

They have been here for a long time.

The people in the coffins floating in the blood pool are served by them on a daily basis.

These servants often see the coffins in the blood pool open or closed on weekdays.

But it was the first time they saw the thirteen coffins above the blood pool open.

When the servants saw the strange sheep face in the hanging coffin, they were so scared that they dared not breathe and stood still.

The awakened Sixth Master looked at the thirty or so people who came in.

"Gudong..."

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Sixth Master, calculate the time, there is still more than a year before your next meal."

"You woke up early, I wonder if you have any instructions?"

The leading old man asked respectfully.

When they heard the word "eat" and the strange sound of the sheep face swallowing saliva.

The thirty or so people behind the leading old man were scared and pale.

"Of course there is something wrong, what, do you have a different opinion?"

The sheep-faced Sixth Master snorted.

A gust of cold wind blew on the spot.

"Sixth Master, I definitely don't dare!"

The leading old man was so scared that he knelt down with a plop.

He kept bowing to the Sixth Master in the hanging coffin.

"Hmph, I'll spare your life for your dedicated service."

"Thank you Sixth Master for not killing me. Sixth Master, please eat blood first."

The kneeling old man pointed at the thirty or so servants behind him.

As soon as he said this, the thirty or so servants behind him were so scared that they screamed.

Those who reacted quickly turned around and ran away.

The others also hurried to escape.

"Hmph!"

The Sixth Master disappeared from the hanging coffin.

Screams were heard throughout the underground palace.

Then the sound of flesh being torn, chewed, bitten, and swallowed was heard.

The bloody smell filled the place for a while.

During the whole process, the leading old man was kneeling on the ground trembling and dared not look up.

About half an hour later.

This horrible eating finally ended.

The voice of the Sixth Master came from behind the leading old man.

"Get up, it's not time to eat you yet."

"Yes, Sixth Master."

The leading old man's legs went weak.

Although he had witnessed this weird cannibalism scene several times.

But every time he faced it, his legs trembled and he couldn't control himself.

The leading old man stood up and looked at the Sixth Master.

The Sixth Master standing in front of the old man was covered in blood.

Throwing a chewed human thigh bone into the blood pool.

The Sixth Master had two bent sheep legs.

There was a pair of flesh wings on his back, and two sheep faces that seemed to be smiling.

The whole body was split in the middle, one side was black and the other side was white.

The Sixth Master stretched out his long, thick tongue to lick the blood off his lips.

"You asked me why I woke up just now?"

The Sixth Master jumped lightly.

Standing in a coffin in the blood pool with his hands behind his back.

The only living old man in the field nodded immediately after hearing this:

"Yes, Sixth Master, may I ask what you want to do since you woke up early?"

Sixth Master said:

"You, the Jigui lineage, serve us, the Thirteen Jigui.We provide human blood food regularly."

"In exchange, we Thirteen Jigui can help those of you who are gifted to practice."

"Just now, two Soul Skin Realm masters in your Jigui lineage were killed at the same time."

Two Soul Skin Realm masters were killed at the same time?

As soon as these words came out, the old man was frightened again and his face turned pale.

He knew very well how important and rare a Soul Skin Realm clan member was to the Jigui lineage.

Two people were killed at the same time!

This matter is too big, and the Jigui lineage's witch king should be reported immediately.

"Sixth Master, can you allow me to report to my Jigui lineage's witch king?"

The old man tried to ask.

Sixth Master shook his head and said:

"Your witch king is now practicing with our ancestor, and now is the most critical moment. "

The Sixth Master raised his head and looked at the coffin on the top of the thirteen hanging coffins in the blood pool.

Inside that was their thirteen ghost ancestors.

"Oh, that's how it is."

The old man agreed.

"A projection of me and the Third Ancestor were parasitic on the two of you who died."

"You should know that these two of you humans are at a high level."

"If they had been nurtured for another thirty years, the Third Ancestor and I would have been able to enjoy the bodies and souls of these two ghost masters."

"I didn't expect such a change to happen in the middle of the journey. Not only did the Third Ancestor and I lose our fine blood food."

"That mere human actually dared to destroy a projection of me and the Third Ancestor."

"So the ancestor ordered me to wake up and eat that audacious human to appease the hatred in my heart. "

The old man nodded continuously after hearing this.

He is the "ghost breeder" of the Jigui lineage.

He has been serving the beings in the coffins in this blood pool.

Of course, he knows the cultivation method of the Jigui lineage.

The Jigui lineage selects those talented disciples from the clan to enter here.

The thirteen Jigui choose their own descendants to cultivate projection clones in their bodies.

To put it bluntly, they are parasitized by the thirteen Jigui hanging in the coffin above.

The disciples who are parasitized will enter a state of half-life.

They will be put into coffins by the old man and thrown into the blood pool to try to survive.

Some will succeed, and some will fail.

The success rate is not high.

So, the more than 130 coffins in this blood pool are all parasitic humans of the thirteen Jigui.

They are cultivating parasites that can survive.