strictlysupreme Chapter 504 As long as mosquitoes exist, the Mosquito Taoist will never die.
Chapter 504 As long as mosquitoes exist, the Mosquito Taoist will never die.
"what!!!"
Zhunti Daoist stared at the empty Qiankun Bag, which then emitted a sharp, explosive sound.
He suddenly stood up and shook the Qiankun bag upside down in disbelief.
Not even a speck of dust fell.
"How could this be?"
"Where are the three thousand Taoist priests?"
"Where is the Taoist whom our Western Sect has been scheming against for so long?"
Zhunti Daoist's face turned ashen; he could not believe that there was no one in the Qiankun Bag!
He continued to tremble, refusing to accept it.
Jin Chanzi chuckled, walked back to the pillar, crossed his arms and leaned against it, then began to lament his fate:
"Why am I the only unlucky guy who got educated by two old men? Sigh."
However, his tone was full of schadenfreude.
Serves you right, you've trapped me for countless years with the Six Roots of Purity Bamboo.
Zhunti Daoist examined the Qiankun Bag from all angles, his face contorted with a bitter expression as he reached inside. He preferred to believe that the other Daoists were being kept in some hidden corner of the bag rather than that there was no one inside at all.
He frantically searched, but the more he searched, the more uncertain he felt.
"No, it's impossible for it not to exist."
"The Ten Thousand Immortals Formation! Tens of thousands of immortals from the Chan and Jie sects are within it! There's no reason why not a single one would be missing."
Zhunti panicked and moved his hands even faster, and then... he poked a finger into a hole.
He paused,
He looked down into the Qiankun bag.
His index finger went straight out from inside the Qiankun bag.
"A hole? How could there be a hole in the Qiankun bag?!"
He bent his index finger, even more incredulous.
This is the Qiankun Bag, a magical treasure that took two great sages and all the disciples of the Western Sect two years to refine!
How could it have a hole?
He hurriedly pulled his fingers out, opened the Qiankun bag, and peered into the cave entrance.
Through this circular hole, the decline of Western religion can be clearly seen.
The Taoist Zhunti slumped to the ground, muttering to himself:
"It's over, everything is over, the Western expansion plan is over."
His Dao heart collapsed, and he became dazed and unsteady.
How can this not be considered a case of fortunes changing?
Jin Chanzi glanced at it, then looked away and said with a sneer:
“When I first came to the Western Church, I cried even more than this!”
Above the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.
The Styx Ancestor has never left the Blood Sea; as long as the Blood Sea exists, he remains invincible.
All 480 million Blood Bead clones are in the Netherworld Blood Sea. He is not a saint and does not have the protection of the immortal Heavenly Dao. Once he leaves, he will expose his greatest fatal weakness.
But the Styx Ancestor, who had just sensed that Mosquito Taoist was in danger, did not have time to consider his own safety and stepped out of the sea of blood.
The Styx Ancestor here has no clones available.
This body is itself.
If one dies before the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, then one is truly dead.
"Little mosquito, come back to the Blood Sea with me. The golden lotus in your body needs to be refined."
Upon hearing the sound, Mosquito Taoist turned around in terror. Seeing the figure vaguely emerging from the blood mist, she turned pale with fright. If it weren't for the fact that Yang Jiao was still on her lap, her first instinct would have been to run away!
Mosquito Taoist's eyes narrowed:
"Ancestor Styx...you only took one bite from a mosquito, and you chased me all the way here?"
Styx Ancestor: ...
Sometimes I really hate the time when Mosquito Daoist gained sentience. He devoted himself to cultivating the art of creating clones so that Mosquito would always be with him, so that she wouldn't have any memory of him from the beginning!
Yang Jiao looked at the gloomy face of the Styx Ancestor and chuckled softly.
After making fun of the Styx Ancestor for a while, Yang Jiao finally vented her anger at the Styx Ancestor for splashing her with a sea of blood for no reason.
She weakly raised her hand.
The moment she moved, Mosquito Taoist immediately grasped her hand and cried out in concern:
"Yang Jiao, don't be afraid. Ancestor Styx is here to swat mosquitoes. You'll be fine."
"Silly mosquito." Yang Jiao chuckled softly, then looked down at the Styx Ancestor and said, "Take the mosquito back to the Blood Sea."
"I do not go!"
Mosquito Taoist embraced Yang Jiao.
Yang Jiao peeked out from behind her arm and looked at the Styx Ancestor's somber face, asking:
"Is Jinlian affecting her? How long can she hold out?"
Ancestor Styx raised his hand and waved away the blood mist, exposing himself in the clouds, then said, "One hour."
The golden lotus purifies evil energy, but this is detrimental to the mosquito Taoist himself.
Yang Jiao grabbed her hand and said earnestly:
"Mosquito, go back."
"No mosquitoes."
Looking at the two of them, the Styx Ancestor had a strange feeling that he had come to separate them.
"All right."
The Styx Ancestor rubbed his temples.
Looking down at Zhen Yuanzi, who was glaring at him with hatred, he felt a sense of apprehension.
Zhen Yuanzi looked at the Styx Ancestor, who had once schemed against Hongyun and had cowered in the Netherworld Blood Sea, never daring to emerge, yet today he had actually left his lair. He immediately flew to stand before him.
"Styx! Since you dared to leave the Blood Sea, then never return!"
The Styx Ancestor chuckled softly.
Since he dared to come out, he must have considered all the possible outcomes.
The Netherworld Blood Sea is where he and Mosquito Daoist were born, and it is also the place that carries his origin. As long as one stands on the Blood Sea, even if one kills a billion clones, he will endlessly resurrect himself.
However, if you go beyond the Blood Sea area, it becomes a drawback.
This is why the Styx Ancestor did not teach this clone technique to the Mosquito Taoist; he did not want the mosquito to be trapped in that sea of blood forever, just like himself.
Since the mosquitoes were able to follow Yang Jiao out, it means they longed for the outside world.
He wanted mosquitoes to keep him company, and even more so, he wanted mosquitoes to live well.
The Styx Ancestor had never lowered his status, but this time, he bowed to Zhen Yuanzi and said:
"If we were to fight, could we allow ourselves half an hour?"
Zhen Yuanzi looked at him suspiciously; this humble tone was nothing like Styx's usual style.
He raised his chin and looked him over.
The Styx Ancestor said nothing more, walked towards the Mosquito Taoist, and said:
"Next, little mosquito, you need to carefully understand this."
Mosquito Taoist was puzzled.
All he saw was the Styx Ancestor suddenly stretch out his hand, and the large hand with its five fingers spread out in front of him.
In that instant,
Mosquito Taoist's eyes sparkled with surprise:
"You are... that hand monster!"
Her emotions became complicated. This hand had protected Mosquito Daoist throughout the entire primordial era, but she had never imagined that he was the Styx Ancestor.
"You...you're so kind to mosquitoes."
The Styx Ancestor lowered his eyes. This spell shouldn't have been taught to Mosquito Daoist now, but it was just a coincidence that she had consumed the Twelfth Grade Merit Golden Lotus, which was enough for her.
This was also something that the Styx Ancestor had come up with from the clone technique of the Blood Sea never drying up and the Styx never dying.
He only wanted her to truly understand:
"If you study this technique carefully, you can create clones of any mosquito in the Three Realms."
"As long as mosquitoes exist, you will never die."