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It is not easy for millions of ghost demons to assimilate at the same time in the sea of ​​suffering in the world of mortals.

But taking the initiative to assimilate two ghost demon clans with only first-level cultivation is not too simple.

A few minutes' work.

Li Huayang turned these two ghost demons into mortal demons.

More thorough than forced control.

Soon, Li Huayang got the information he wanted.

"It's not a trap!"

"That building has always been heavily guarded. Without You Bailian's permission, even the city lord You Qun cannot approach easily. Those responsible for guarding only obey orders from You Bailian, and You Qun cannot be mobilized."

"Good guy, really good guy..."

"What's the secret in that building?"

Li Huayang's curiosity was immediately aroused.

He decided to investigate first.

It just so happened that You Bailian was not in Chilian Ancient City, so this was also an excellent opportunity.

Immediately—

Li Huayang quietly approached the building. Before he entered the compound where the building was located, he felt a powerful spiritual consciousness sweep over his head.

"The peak of the spirit transformation realm?"

"That spiritual consciousness just now came from Youqun?"

"Good guy, are you so vigilant?"

"There are guards and eighteen layers of protection. As the city lord of Chilian Ancient City, Youqun still needs to use his spiritual sense to investigate from time to time?"

Li Huayang was truly convinced.

He also had to admit that if the self-created [Red Earth Immortal Sutra] had not had the strange power to transform himself into a being between reality and reality, even if he had the cultivation of the Spiritual Refining Realm, he might not be able to do so without being noticed. Close here.

Perhaps, this is also You Bailian's confidence.

But the more this happened, the more curious Li Huayang became.

Immediately, with an existence that could not be sensed by spiritual consciousness, he quietly passed by the guards and approached the formation.

Eighteen layers of formation, each layer is extremely clever, but even if you can't sense Li Huayang's existence, you can't stop him. He easily passed through layer by layer without causing any ripples.

It wasn't until he passed through the eighteen-layer formation that Li Huayang got into the building through the crack in the door.

"Depend on!"

As soon as he entered the building, Li Huayang saw an ancient altar.

It should be said that it is an ancient altar that has been broken, but the altar is still functioning.

As it moves, there are traces of gray luck that are constantly attracted from the unknown void.

Thousands of gray luck gathered together, but a group of golden luck gathered, and then dispersed through the altar into the Chilian Ancient City outside the building. To be precise, it should be the Youmo Clan in the Chilian Ancient City. .

"This...this is an altar of luck!"

"Can you extract luck from unknown time and space to maintain the luck of the Youmo clan in Chilian Ancient City...?"

"Understood…"

"No wonder it's so solemn and so heavily guarded!"

The Youmo River, the lifeblood of the Youmo Clan, was cut off by the nine generations of Human Emperors of the human race, and was sealed by the Human Emperor's ban. As a result, the Youmo Clan was torn apart, their fortunes declined, and they were unable to truly rise for many years.

But the Human Emperor’s ban seems not to be complete.

The Youmo clan, which has lost the Youmo River, actually still hides a broken luck altar, which can extract the scattered luck in unknown time and space to maintain the Youmo clan's luck.

It is precisely because of this kind of luck that the Youmo Clan is not truly extinct.

This means that this broken altar is invisibly equivalent to another lifeline of the Youmo Clan.

Since it is the lifeblood, it cannot be overprotected.

Li Huayang took a deep breath and stared at the broken altar, his eyes becoming particularly dangerous.

"The ability of this broken altar to extract luck is actually limited, and it can only barely sustain the Youmo Clan in Chilian Ancient City, so there should be similar broken altars among the Youmo Clan!"

"If I find all these broken altars and smash them, it will be equivalent to cutting off the lifeblood of this ghost world!"

"Without the maintenance of luck, the Youmo clan in this Youmo world will be doomed..."

This is absolutely cruel to the Youmo Clan.

However, there has long been no room for coexistence between the human race and the ghost demon race, and Li Huayang doesn't care whether he is cruel or not.

Immediately, he condensed the power of calamity in the sea of ​​suffering in the mortal world, and prepared to take action with the knife of killing calamity.

He didn't know what this altar was and whether it could be destroyed, but looking at what he had learned, only the sword of killing calamity condensed with the power of calamity was the most powerful.

Once it is shattered, it is completely shattered!

It is impossible for the Youmo Clan to be rebuilt.

However, just as he was about to take action, Li Huayang's heart suddenly jumped again: "It's weird, why do I have to destroy it?"

"Since this altar can draw luck from unknown time and space to bless the ghost demons, if I move it to the sea of ​​suffering in the world of mortals, can it also bless the ghost demons in the mortal world?"

"Even if you can't, can you still try to assimilate?"

Li Huayang felt it was necessary to give it a try.

There's no harm in giving it a try anyway.

If it succeeds, the luck that this broken altar keeps extracting will be an advantage to him.

Isn't this better than destroying the fragrance?

Thinking of this, Li Huayang was also moved.

Immediately he sat down cross-legged, and colorful waves silently emerged from his body, slowly surrounding the broken altar.

The moment he touched the broken altar, the altar only shook slightly and no big noise broke out. Li Huayang breathed a sigh of relief.

Simply increase the output of the colorful waves until the broken altar is completely surrounded.

Then try to drag it into the world of misery.

As a result, the broken altar remained motionless as if it had taken root from the ground. The huge waves caused by the sea of ​​suffering in the world of mortals were unable to shake it at all.

"Nima..."

"Can't you move?"

"Is it really going to be destroyed?"

"No, that's not right... Since we can't move away, we might as well try forcible assimilation!"

Li Huayang glanced at him and saw that the 400 million ghost demons who fled from the Black Mist Ridge in the world of suffering were almost completely assimilated after a day of assimilation.

The price of the Red Dust Demon has been increased from the original 500 million to 900 million.

900 million mortal demons emerged from the huge waves of mortal world, surrounded the broken altar, and exerted their strength at the same time.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

On the dilapidated altar, there was a sudden flash of light, and ancient runes appeared around the altar.

Li Huayang didn't recognize those runes at all. They felt like some kind of ancient writing. He was about to get closer and take a closer look. Unexpectedly, 900 million mortal ghosts floated up inexplicably.

Escaping from the waves of the mortal world, they fell into the broken altar one after another.

Li Huayang's expression changed. Just when he wanted to stop it, it was already too late. All 900 million mortal demons fell into the broken altar.

"Made..."

"This…"

"What kind of bullshit altar is this? Can it still absorb the ghost demon from my mortal world?"

"I'm just shooting myself in the foot... hmm, isn't that right?"

Li Huayang seemed to feel something, and stood up in shock, with a happy look on his face.

From the dilapidated altar that could not be shaken by the waves of mortal world, there suddenly came out wisps of sounds that only he could hear, as if they were chanting sutras, buzzing...

Immediately, the broken altar rose from the ground and floated towards the waves of the mortal world...