Blood sacrifice of millions of zombies, I am a demon cultivator in the end times

One step, two steps, three steps...

The baby lying on the side of the crib was grinning, and his innocent eyes revealed the evil of desire. In his slightly opened mouth, sharp fangs grew out at some point, which looked extremely strange.

However, Zheng Yi did not seem to notice the baby's changes. He seemed to be controlled by an invisible force like a puppet. He walked towards the baby, stretched out his arms, and could hug him in the next moment.

However, the next second, Zheng Yi paused and stopped.

The baby's originally evil smile froze in front of him, so he couldn't help but call out anxiously. In his scarlet eyes, there were strange fluctuations, and the invisible spiritual power surged towards Zheng Yi.

"Have you used up all your tricks?"

"It's better to meet in person than to hear about it. The Blood Embryo Ghost Baby is indeed a secret method that came out of the Netherworld hundreds of years ago, a forbidden technique in the Demonic Path..."

"I didn't expect that you, a ghost baby, even before you were born, already had this kind of trick, and you can also use the technique of bewitching souls. Even with my cultivation in the middle stage of Qi training, I almost fell into your trap."

"Fortunately, I have the protection of my own magic weapon, the Soul-Capturing Banner, and the backlash of the Green Demon of the Black Demon Art. Otherwise, if it were someone else, they might have been bewitched by you, sacrificed themselves, and released you."

Zheng Yi spoke slowly. Where is there any dullness and confusion in his eyes now?

Very sober, how could he be bewitched or influenced at all?

A pair of sober eyes, looking at the ghost baby that he could reach with his hand, a murderous intent filled Zheng Yi's heart.

Worthy of being the ghost baby in the legend, once born, he can reach the minimum threshold of the Foundation Establishment period cultivator. Before he was born, he had such a method of bewitching souls. It is really a cunning ghost.

The Qi family has been planning for a hundred years, secretly building a blood and flesh magic pool, using the Nine Yin Gathering Evil Absolute Veins Array to breed blood fetus ghost babies, and blood sacrifices countless people and animals, the flesh and blood souls of many miners and monks, making this ghost baby almost born.

But even if it only takes one step, it cannot break through the blood egg, so when Zheng Yi appears, the ghost baby uses the soul-bewitching technique to control him to sacrifice himself, so that it can devour the flesh and blood soul of Zheng Yi, a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi training, and be one step closer to being born.

However, the Qi family is also cruel enough. No wonder Zheng Yi felt the abnormality of the spiritual power of heaven and earth when he just came here.

The location of this black iron essence vein is very peculiar, and there is also a subsidiary vein hidden underneath.

There should be at least a finished spiritual vein, otherwise it would be impossible to support the operation of the Nine Yin Gathering Evil Absolute Veins Array.

Now it seems to be the same as previously speculated.

A hundred years ago, the Qi family hid the existence of this subsidiary spiritual vein, and when they secretly arranged the Nine Yin Gathering Evil Absolute Vein Formation, they drained all the spiritual energy from the spiritual vein, which turned this area into an extremely desolate place.

The Qi family spent a hundred years laying out the plan for the birth of this ghost baby. Once it is refined, it will undoubtedly be equivalent to having a foundation-building cultivator in charge.

Although the quality of this blood-embryo ghost baby can only reach the lowest threshold of the foundation-building cultivator's combat power.

But the foundation-building stage is the foundation-building stage.

By then, the strength of the Qi family will inevitably increase greatly, and they will have more options.

Even if the Soul-Snatching Sect notices their arrangement and then turns against them, the Qi family will have a lot of room for choice.

In the Demon Realm, the competition among the demon cultivators is cruel. What matters is never the mercy of others, but the law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest, strength first, and the strong are respected.

As long as the Qi family has a ghost baby that is even more bizarre and terrifying than a foundation-building cultivator, even if the Soul-Snatching Sect knows the inside story, they will most likely let it go.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Qi family endured humiliation and endured heavy burdens for this ghost baby that is comparable to the foundation-building stage.

It took almost two or three generations of the entire family a hundred years, countless resources, a spiritual vein, and the karma backlash of the family ancestor, the price of souls flying away, and even the last three high-level Qi training cultivators in the family were accidentally filled in. Only success is allowed, not failure.

But man proposes, God disposes. Just Zheng Yi, the fierce dragon crossing the river, and Qi Lin's unexpected betrayal ruined the Qi family's hundred years of efforts.

If the Qi family ancestor knew about it, I am afraid that even if he turned into a ghost, he would come to Zheng Yi to claim his life.

Of course, he definitely didn't have this opportunity.

As the ancestor of the bloodline, he was the culprit who started planning all this. With such a huge backlash of blood karma, his soul had long been scattered, and he couldn't even enter the reincarnation.

A hundred years of planning, all in vain.

"You are really a monster. You are so fierce before you are born. What will happen when you are really born?!"

"Even if you are not born yet, I am afraid that ordinary cultivators in the middle stage of Qi training will really have no way to deal with you..."

"You are unlucky. You met me, and you still want to escape from my palm?"

Zheng Yi's face was as gloomy as water, and his face was solemn. The green ghost flame rolled on the soul-grabbing banner in his hand.

Endless evil spirits were overwhelming. At this moment, he urged the full power of this life-saving magic weapon.

The spiritual energy in Zheng Yi's body was poured in crazily without any courtesy. The surface of the soul-grabbing banner was covered with strange red blood lines, crisscrossing, forming ninety-nine soul-binding ghost demon seals. In the gusts of gloomy wind, hideous ghost soldiers and evil spirits appeared one after another.

"Eh!"

As expected of a forbidden ghost creature that is not tolerated by heaven and earth, this blood-embryo ghost baby still has a long time to go before it is born, but even in the mother's womb, it has a certain degree of intelligence.

Feeling the deadly danger emanating from the soul-catching banner in Zheng Yi's palm, the blood-fetus ghost baby was frightened and curled up into a ball.

He tried his best to show a harmless expression, and made a quick sound. His sharp teeth and claws had been retracted, showing a cute baby-like appearance.

Capture souls and control ghosts, control yin and yang!

Those who are not of my race must have different hearts.

Remember! Remember!

Zheng Yi clearly remembered that in front of the inner sect of the Soul-catching Sect, there was a stone tablet with a sentence engraved on it that he still remembers very deeply.

Because the Soul-catching Sect had many opportunities to deal with ghosts, the ghosts they encountered were also strange and varied. Some were miserable before their death, some were forced to die, some were dismembered and slaughtered, and all kinds of experiences before death were extremely miserable.

But as long as it is a ghost, everything it says cannot be trusted.

This has become the first iron rule of the Soul-catching Sect.

When facing a ghost, no matter how miserable its fate was before its death, it must be rude when it is attacked.

Because once a person's resentment turns into a ghost, the negative energy will be generated, and he is no longer the person he was in his previous life, but has become a different race.

Those who are not of my race must have different hearts.

This kind of thing is the truth summarized by countless monks after experiencing it for generations.