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I Became Invincible By Offering Up Sacrifices To My Sect's Grandmaster

Zhou Dao transmigrated to a world where demons rampaged and Daoist laws ruled. His sect was in straitened circumstances, and their property was on the brink of being demolished. Desperate, Zhou Dao had his eyes fixed on the coffin of the sect’s Grandmaster and decided to do something with it. A voice rang, “D*mn! You are actually plotting to steal my skull. With your attitude, Sunset Mountain has a chance of reaching its heyday again!” On that very night, the corpse of the Grandmaster moved! Moving forward, Zhou Dao would receive rewards whenever he offered up demonic beasts as sacrifices to the Grandmaster. He offered up a 1000-year zombie as a sacrifice and received the Indestructible Body of Demon Refining. He offered up a nine-tailed demon fox as a sacrifice and received a Fox Girl Puppet. He offered up a demon turtle from the Eastern Sea as a sacrifice and received a high-power muscle massage gun. … For eons, countless Daoist members meditated on The Yellow Court Classic. For years to come, Zhou Dao harvested countless demonic beasts with no intention of burying them. Many years later, in the same Daoist temple, Zhou Dao sat at the front door as he bore witness to the joy and the sorrow of all creations. He had seen birth, illness, death, and all sorts of bizarre phenomena. He put on a crooked grin as he said, “I offer up the heavens and the earth as a sacrifice.”

Xia Junji · 東方
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1498 Chs

Chapter 187: The Nemesis of the Demon Slaying Banner (Part 2)

The full moon rises in the east, and the night wind suddenly picks up!

In the desolate and eerie Chaotic Burial Hill, exposed corpses can be seen everywhere.

At this moment, a figure appears from the distance, faintly discernible, with a dog following him.

The figure mutters and curses, revealing a hint of helplessness.

Although his voice is light and slow, each word is like the tide of Nielong River, deafening and instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"That is...?"

Ma Miaoyun looks up and sees a firelight in the vast night, coming closer and closer, with intense blood energy and a mottled red glow.

She is all too familiar with such aura.

Having met briefly and tasted defeat once.

"Is it him!?"

Ma Miaoyun's heart stirs slightly, her eyes fixed on the figure, a flicker of surprise in her beautiful eyes.

"Thank god, boss, you finally came."

Wang Xuanzhi looks at the figure clad in blood-red armor and finally breathes a sigh of relief.