Master of Strange Dao

As if another person, holding three sticks of incense, inserted them into the back of his neck.

In an instant, his robe transformed into a blood color, and a strange aura emerged. The power of the red veil was greatly borrowed, descending upon the High Priest.

The High Priest's aura soared straight up, pure power climbing to the Ninth Tier Peak.

A trace of blood lines appeared at the corner of his eye as he lifted his head, gazing at the empty human face filling his vision.

At the same time, in Jinlan Mountain, suppressed here as an array eye, used as a Magical Treasure, the red veil sensed the High Priest's borrowed power, yet remained unresponsive.

He turned over, sensing the situation outside, losing even the thought of resistance.

Deep in Jinlan Mountain, the Jade Tomb is still recovering, yet it can already be felt, it suppresses Jinlan Mountain, causing it never to surge, not even the earth to move.

In the southwest corner of Jinlan Mountain, phenomena manifested by the juice have become increasingly numerous, not only representing the growth of the juice but also indicating that the juice finds this place incredibly safe, very agreeable to it, hence other living beings can see or sense the phenomena.

A cluster of magic plants encircle the juice, protecting their big brother.

But on the other side, a pitch-black Bodhi Tree has grown to a height of a hundred feet.

The trunk of that Bodhi Tree is so thick that a hundred feet tall seems rather short and stout.

From the tree hung strands of demonic qi, mixed with the aura of the Tree Demon, and an ancient and vast aura emanates from within.

An aged face on the trunk looks toward the place of the red veil, letting out a long sigh.

That sigh can seemingly lead one to enlightenment, yet can also make one instantly become a devil.

The red veil heard the sigh and felt its consciousness about to explode.

How could it run, how could it resist?

Previously, that quirky Bodhi magic plant was already very strange; when could a Bodhi Tree become a magic plant, yet it did.

Recently, this magic plant Bodhi Tree suddenly became like this for unknown reasons, evolving into an Ancient Demon.

Don't ask if Ancient Demons aren't based on bloodline inheritance, why a Tree Demon awakened the bloodline inheritance, where is the bloodline.

Anyway, the thing just happened this way.

Even the red veil felt very accepting of the Bodhi magic plant awakening its bloodline; at least it's easier to accept than an ordinary locust tree awakening.

At this moment, the red veil sensed the High Priest's borrowed power, sighing as its consciousness followed the summons and descended.

Seeing the empty human faces filling its vision, the red veil actively accepted and spoke to help.

"Just borrowing the way, need to fight a battle?"

Countless faceless human faces clustered together, each speaking its words.

"Leave...intruder dies...blood food sacrifice...leave your head..."

"What are you, not your business."

"Get away, don't be a nuisance, you'll have to stay if you bother."

The chaotic noise converged into a complex mix of consciousness, pouring into people's minds, twisting minds, disturbing thoughts, seemingly trying to expel human consciousness, leading out their Divine Soul.

"Alright, you got face."

The Black Ship Saints cannot catch what every face says, but the red veil can capture each face's words.

In a single moment, they swore at him countless times, arrogantly unbearable.

Before, the red veil tolerated it; as long as you can't kill me, I can't kill you either. Trash talk is useless.

But now, where would the red veil endure this; endured Yu Ziqing that was helpless, endured the people in Jinlan Mountain, that was just accepted. A previously confronted Deep Sea Strange, how could he put up?

The red veil directly actively mobilized power, becoming furious, actively triggering the tattoo on the High Priest's back.

"You're willing to die, I'm more willing."

After this curse, the red veil felt the strong ominous aura emerge, the closed eyes on the tattoo first gave him a big slap.

The red veil extended its neck, took the slap, then saw what seemed like a White Bone Divine Bridge emerge before its eyes, an expansive territory appearing at the other end of the bridge, a unique aura fluctuated.

The red veil immediately laughed out loud.

It merely took a slap, but the other party is going to have bad luck.

Yu Ziqing is measuring the nation's soil with his feet, in the process of breaking through, consciousness is in a state of blurry dream-like wakefulness, seemingly enlightened.

Suddenly, he feels an erosion.

That familiar feeling makes his Yang God suddenly open eyes, without thinking, he gives a big slap.

A hungry ghost awakens, finding it's triggered by the red veil, then connects with the deep sea.

At the same time, tattoo of incomprehensible strangeness on the High Priest's back, strands of black qi emerge, thick ominous aura diffuses, the tattoo suddenly opens its eyes.

The Black Ship High Priest cannot withstand this pressure, kneeling on the ground, black qi fluctuating on his back, instantly transforms into slowly writhing black oil, then ignites with black flames.

Burning black flames' black oil rushes out, transforming into a great torrent, at once dividing thousands, forming into streams.

At the top of each stream as thick as an arm, a dry ghost claw condenses, penetrating this twisted view, under indiscriminate attack, each ghost claw grips an empty human face.