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Chapter 1021 The Heavenly Maiden Becomes the Demon Mother

A staff-like shadow descended from the sky, tearing through the air and causing the ground to shake violently.

The remaining members of the sect around the altar remained silent, their movements halted, and they vanished into nothingness.

Yuan Fazhu brought down his short stick, filled with resentment, "I wasn't careful for a moment, and you bunch of rats ruined everything!"

The altar was smashed to pieces, the blood-stained offerings on the table were still wet with blood, and debris was scattered all over the ground.

"Yes, these are bronze wine vessels from ancient kings, and they're a complete set!"

Yuan Fazhu was shocked. The wicked demon had prepared such an important sacrifice. Today's matter was going to be difficult!
He looked up at the sky, where the enormous nine cauldrons were still falling inch by inch.

The enormous nine cauldrons rising from the ground were also slowly ascending into the air, as if they were about to merge with it.

These two nine tripods were used to suppress the southeast and south regions respectively.
The three thousand lewd sacrifices shook the very foundations of the empire, triggering the emergence of the Nine Cauldrons to suppress them, which will inevitably lead to a series of severe consequences. Along with him, Lord Shen's thirty-six disciples are scattered throughout the southern border, destroying the lewd sacrifices' strongholds.

"Take your life!"

"Take my stick!"

Distributed across different locations in southern Xinjiang, Lord Shen's disciples, armed with weapons, successively killed remnants of the sect and destroyed altars.

The items they confiscated were shocking, including complete palanquins used by ancient feudal lords for their travels, as well as command flags and armor used in battles across the land—all of them were important artifacts.

even……

"Here is a cauldron, the very cauldron that destroyed the city, from the city gate guards!"

The wicked demon had been planning this for many years, accumulating a large number of sacrificial items. Now that he had used them all, the power of the three thousand lewd sacrifices was irreversible.

Even though altars were destroyed and henchmen were killed, the tide had turned and could not be reversed.

"It's too late. Forget about all that, let's go kill the treacherous demon."

Yuan Fazhu called upon his fellow disciples, saying, "To capture the thief, first capture the king; kill the treacherous villain first, then we'll talk about the rest."

Lord Shen is still fighting against the tiger corpse, seemingly trapped within the small space between the tiger corpse's claws.

In fact, the tiger corpse was also immobilized by his Sky-Piercing Staff, unable to break free, and the two sides were locked in a stalemate.

The two Nine Cauldrons, drawn by the allure of the Three Thousand Lustful Sacrifices, appeared in the world, attracting countless eyes. Many martial artists became obsessed with them, attempting to comprehend the path to becoming a Martial Saint.
However, a few people are on guard, knowing that once a treacherous villain begins to plot, it will surely be a series of attacks that continue unabated.

"You treacherous demon, you have wreaked havoc on my southern border, and your sins are beyond redemption even by death! Give me your life!"

Yuan Fazhu broke through the clouds and charged in, extending his elusive short stick from within.

Although the stick was short, it could extend and retract at will in his hands, transforming into a gigantic pillar that struck down in the blink of an eye.

"Yun Zhongmei, her name is truly well-deserved!"

The treacherous demon raised his hand and pointed, saying nonchalantly, "I am the Weapon Borrowing Master. You divine weapons, lend them to me!"

As they spoke, countless divine weapons around them broke free from their masters amidst cries of alarm, flying into the air and forming a metallic cloud.

Without blinking, Yuan Fazhu rammed the giant pillar into the clouds formed by countless divine weapons, and only the sounds of screeching friction and collision could be heard.

Boom! It instantly blasted open a huge gap.

The short stick struck the wicked demon squarely in the heart, and the flesh writhed as if a lotus flower were blooming.

The petals swirled and bloomed, wildly propelling the short stick. Yuan Fazhu tried to exert his power several times, but it was as if he were stuck in mud and could not extricate himself.

"If Lord Shen's Sky-Piercing Cudgel could kill me in one blow, you're still a bit lacking!"

The wicked demon said softly, "May I borrow your divine weapon?"

He grabbed the short stick, and Yuan Fazhu was powerless to resist like a child, his weapon taken away.

At this moment, his thirty-five fellow disciples arrived one after another, and they all raised sticks to beat him.

"You fiend, how dare you run rampant in the Southern Frontier!"

The sticks, like giant pythons, like swimming dragons, and even like white rainbows traversing the sky, all fell on the wicked demon.

The elites under Lord Shen's command attacked simultaneously, with remarkable results. Far from crowding and colliding, the numerous weapons coordinated perfectly, completely enveloping every gap and nook, with no loss of power due to friction.

"Well done!"

The treacherous demon swung Yuan Fazhu's short staff, and in an instant, the staff split into thirty-six strikes, hitting Yuan Fazhu's knees and his thirty-five fellow disciples.

There was a shattering sound.

Yuan Fazhu's Heavenly Ancestor Body was shattered, his knees were smashed to pieces, and he gritted his teeth, sweat dripping from his brow.

As for the remaining disciples, their staffs were defeated in a single exchange, and they were then struck by short sticks. Some had half of their bodies shattered on the spot, some had their skulls caved in, and some even had their chests pierced.

In a single round, the treacherous minister, using his military strategist, achieved a complete victory, annihilating all of Lord Shen's disciples.

He threw down Yuan Fazhu's short stick, saying, "Use your weapon to annihilate your fellow disciples, and I will truly live up to my title of 'Borrowing Weapons Master'!"

Yuan Fazhu picked up the short stick, his teeth clenched like iron, "You treacherous demon, if you don't die today, I will be doomed forever!"

The disparity in strength is too great!

Although Ning Yao always kept a low profile, he was a powerful figure on par with Lord Shen. This time, for the sake of his grand plan, he no longer held back and easily annihilated Lord Shen's disciples with all his might.

This scene stunned the martial artists from all directions.

But some people still stepped forward.

"A true gentleman!"

A slender figure, wielding the Heaven-Shattering Axe, slowly walked up to the treacherous demon. "Treacherous demon, am I part of your scheme?"

The one who stood in front of the treacherous villain was none other than the great gentleman.

Originally, it was a fair battle between the two sides, but the wicked demon interfered and damaged the environment, so he had no choice but to take action.

"Great gentleman, stop fooling around! Your southeastern fiefdom is fine, today I only want the southern border."

"I have no objection to you taking the risk, but I'm afraid some people will be anxious!"
The gentleman's expression changed. "You know quite a lot?"

"It's not a lot, but it's enough!"

His confident expression didn't last long, as the Hun Tian Axe cleaved through the sky and came crashing down on him.

"If you dare to touch the Nine Tripods of the Southeast, you are provoking me."

"You call yourself the 'Borrowing Soldiers Master,' so what? How about borrowing my axe?"

The gentleman didn't waste any words and immediately took action.

The borrowed soldier quickly withdrew and retreated, clenching his hands in front of his chest, his eyeballs bulging and squeezing out of their sockets.

Amidst numerous horrified gazes, two eyeballs swelled to the size of fists, their pupils covered with crisscrossing, crystalline lines.

Under the influence of these crystalline lines, the eyeballs cracked open like eggshells, and a magnificent article flew out. It was none other than the "Original Demon Chapter of All Things." The text of the "Original Demon Chapter of All Things" was horizontal in mid-air, with nine cauldrons above and below. Under the influence of the text on the two large cauldrons, each character quietly disappeared, like a candle that had been extinguished.

"Discard the dross and retain the essence, sift through the sand like waves."

The soldier grabbed the Hun Tian Axe with his bare hands, blood gushing from his eye sockets. He could no longer see, but he continued to mutter.

"Great sage, the wicked demon's death is insignificant, but the celestial maiden's return is a foregone conclusion!"

As if to echo him, countless words in the "Original Demon Chapter of All Things" were extinguished, leaving only two words in the end.

Two large characters are spread out in the air, simple and clear, easy to understand at a glance.

The celestial maiden, when put together, is... a demon.

This is the honorific title for the progenitor of the demon race, and also the origin of the name of the demon race.

Two characters were extracted, and at the same time, on the altar of Yingci Mountain, the same two characters appeared in the left and right eyes of the Holy Maiden of Southern Xinjiang.

(End of this chapter)