Practice begins with immortality

Three years later.

In a mountain forest in Xizhou, the smell of blood filled the air. Apparently, a fierce fight had taken place there not long ago.

There was a group of people at the scene, divided into two groups, confronting each other.

One side was large, and each person had a very diverse range of skills: some could control ghosts, some were good at controlling corpses, and some were proficient in other strange methods. The variety was dazzling.

The other side had relatively few people, but judging by their auras, they bore a striking resemblance. They were all cultivators of the Blood Path, clearly descended from the same lineage.

"Master Fang, the current development of the situation is not what we expected. Why don't we sit down and talk? As long as you hand over the blood skull magic weapon, I can guarantee that you will leave safely. How about it?" On the side with more people, an old man with the most powerful aura shouted to the other side.

"Haha, old man Bai, do you think I'm a three-year-old child? Am I so easily fooled by you? If I really hand over the magic weapon and lose my last support, will you let me go? What's more, the winner has not yet been decided, and it is not certain who will have the last laugh! How can these rabble you brought compare with the elite of our Fang family?" The old man surnamed Fang responded sharply without showing any weakness.

"You don't know what's good for you! We will kill your entire clan today!" The ghost-controlling monk holding a ghost flag shouted ferociously.

However, the next moment, he shouted in horror: "Ah! What happened? Who destroyed my ghost flag?" The ghost flag in his hand suddenly caught fire and turned into ashes in an instant.

"Ah! My ghost bell!" Another ghost-controlling monk watched in horror as the ghost bell in his hand broke into two pieces. The ghosts inside fled out and then dissipated in the air.

"My ghost pot has also been broken..." another ghost-controlling monk screamed, and the ghost pot in his hand was also broken, and all the ghosts inside fled out.

For a moment, the field was filled with green smoke from the dissipation of ghosts, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

"Take advantage of now and attack!" The old man surnamed Fang immediately ordered an attack when he saw that the enemy's formation was in chaos.

However, the next moment, a huge hand condensed by huge spiritual power fell from the sky, with unparalleled power, and directly smashed everyone on the field into meat paste, blood splattered everywhere, it was a horrible sight.

……

"Is this the blood-based magic weapon?" Wang Bai muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the human skull in his hand that looked like a carefully carved blood-colored crystal.

He gently stroked the smooth surface of the skull, sensing the strange power within. Then, he suddenly swung the sword in his hand, splitting the skull in two. Instantly, countless blood crystals emanated from the shattered skull and were quickly absorbed into the sword.

"Sure enough, the Killing Sword can devour Blood Dao magic weapons." Wang Bai said to himself with a satisfied smile. He swung his sword again, splitting the remaining Blood Dao magic weapons one by one, allowing the Killing Sword to devour the blood crystals within.

"There are indeed many blood sects in Xizhou, but there are only two that have Nascent Soul cultivators. One is the blood sect of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, and the other is the Holy Blood Sect." Wang Bai said in a low voice.

After careful consideration, he finally made a decision: "Then let's slaughter this sect first!"

As he finished speaking, a powerful murderous intent emanated from him, making people shudder.

……

The name "Holy Blood Sect" might sound sacred, but it actually has another, more widely known name: the "Devil Blood Sect." These two names represent differing perspectives within and outside the sect.

In the world of demon cultivation, there are many similar things.

Some highly skilled demon cultivators often call themselves Saint Lords or Saint Venerables. For these demon cultivators, they firmly believe that everything they do is right, no matter how cruel the means, it is justified.

Besides this, there is another reason. That is, the magic path originated from the legendary demon clan, and the demon clan called themselves the holy clan, and the demon clan was the name given to them by other races.

At this moment, the entire Demon Blood Sect was filled with a cheerful and joyful atmosphere, as if a grand celebration was about to take place. Brightly colored lanterns were hung everywhere, decorating the sect like a dazzling palace.

"I see, they're actually holding the Nascent Soul Ceremony and the Treasure Refining Ceremony at the same time! It seems these two events are very important to them. In that case, let me wait a little while."

After Wang Bai easily killed several disciples, he finally understood the current situation by reading their memories. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"There's actually an acquaintance..."

The Nascent Soul Ceremony would inevitably attract other Nascent Soul cultivators to spectate. Among these people, Wang Bai spotted a familiar figure—the Blood Soul Demon Lord. This fellow had been defeated by the Blood God Son before, so meeting him again was quite interesting.

"Blood Soul, Blood Soul Killing Sword...this name is quite interesting." Wang Bai pondered in his heart.