eurekapd Chapter 72 Blood Sea Sacrifice for the Dead, Asura
Chapter 72 Blood Sea Sacrifice for the Dead, Asura
【Ding. 】
[System task issued: Perform rituals to help 1,000 souls find peace. Reward: 1 Card Draw Token.]
"He's a good leader!"
As Yang Jiao sat on a jade branch, holding the "Nuwa's Salvation Scripture" in her arms and being buffeted by the wind, the system issued a related task.
This trip to the Western Church will surely bring double the benefits!
Yang Jiao was delighted.
I felt that even the barren western land beneath my feet had a unique desolate beauty. Indeed, when you're in a good mood, everything looks pleasing to the eye.
She paced around the sea of blood, which was said to be a vast sea of blood formed from the navel of Pangu, containing the blood of all living beings in the world, and was the most filthy place in the world.
The Styx Ancestor was the first being born from the depths of the Blood Sea, the natural master of the Blood Sea, and one of the most enigmatic and powerful beings.
This person was also one of the three thousand guests of Zixiao Palace, but he was unlucky and did not obtain the Primordial Purple Qi, thus failing to become a saint. He belonged to the category of those who had the qualifications of a saint but lacked some opportunities.
His strength is second only to that of a saint.
The sea of blood will never dry up, and the River Styx will never die.
Even a saint could not kill him; his ability to preserve his life is unparalleled in the world.
Yang Jiao stood before the sea of blood, the air thick with the stench of blood. The surroundings were dark and indistinct, and even the mist seemed to be red.
"What's the difference between this place and hell?"
She watched the tormented souls in the sea of blood, their silent cries echoing, as skeletal arms stretched out from the waves.
He quickly unfolded the "Nuwa's Salvation Scripture," sat down cross-legged, and calmed his mind.
He immediately began to read:
"Returning from the dead, saving countless souls, today we recite this, and all the heavens descend upon this hall."
"Supreme Nuwa, mending the sky and saving people, countless souls...saving...saving...people, oh dear! There are ghosts!"
As soon as Yang Jiao finished reciting a sentence, a messy human face emerged from the sea of blood. The moment it surfaced, it transformed into a human form, with a black body and green eyes, and a height of ten zhang.
He held a blade attached to an ugly pole of some unknown material.
Without any morals or uttering a single word, he slashed at Yang Jiao.
She was terrified; the thing was moving incredibly fast, and it was right in front of her in the blink of an eye.
Yang Jiao used his stick to block, but felt his palm go numb.
This thing...
"Rakshasa!"
Yang Jiao cried out in surprise, even though she already knew that this sea of blood was full of these evil monsters, she was still startled.
Having stayed in the territory ruled by the founder for so long, I almost thought the whole world was wonderful, forgetting that before the Western religion became Buddhism, it was extremely dangerous.
She quickly calmed herself and used the Taiyin Banner on the jade branch to freeze the Rakshasa.
Unfortunately, Yang Jiao's magical power was too weak at the moment, and his speed was far inferior to that of the Rakshasa. Several times, he missed his target, and the cold air entered the sea of blood, only to be swallowed up before it could be frozen.
This is the place where death ends.
As long as there is death, the sea of blood will never run dry.
Yang Jiao was already small, and now, standing under this giant Rakshasa, she couldn't even see its full appearance.
She ran while screaming loudly.
"Wow, Nuwa, this Rakshasa is invincible!"
Not only are they indestructible, they're also incredibly fast.
It seemed that this place was the territory of the Rakshasa, so she had to run to the other side of the boundless sea of blood. Seeing that there was no disturbance around her, she carefully sat down cross-legged again.
Having just unfolded the "Nuwa's Salvation Scripture," I pointed to the part I had just read and continued:
"Supreme Nuwa, mending the sky and saving people, countless souls saved... Ah! Here we go again!"
This time, what emerged from the sea of blood was no longer the towering giant, but two crimson figures, a man and a woman.
The man was ugly, and the woman was beautiful and alluring.
Yang Jiao knew it was all over after just one glance.
He said, feeling wronged:
"They're not even as good as Rakshasa!"
"This is actually an Asura!"
The Styx River originally wanted to emulate the goddess Nuwa by creating humans to gain merit and become a saint, but instead created the Asura race, who delighted in killing and evil deeds.
Yang Jiao turned and ran away again.
But unlike the Rakshasa, these two Asuras were not so bad at catching up; they were persistent and had almost chased after them for half a horse.
Yang Jiao was panting heavily, clutching the scriptures and red embroidered ball bestowed upon her by the Goddess Nuwa.
The two Asuras were also panting. The female Asura pointed at Yang Jiao and said:
"Are you one of those Western new-style Christians here to chant sutras?"
What kind of ridiculous question is this? Yang Jiao had only heard that Houtu Niangniang saw the suffering of all living beings above the sea of blood and then transformed into the Six Paths of Reincarnation, so that death would no longer be the end.
When did someone start chanting sutras at the edge of the Blood Sea?
The ugly Asura stretched out his arm and glared at Yang Jiao, angrily saying:
"Whether you are him or not, do you think we can't beat him but we can't beat a little girl like you?!"
"Since you've come to this sea of blood, stay here forever and become one of these billions of souls."
and many more.
Yang Jiao stopped running, stopped feeling tired, and stopped panting.
How much did that ugly thing just say?
You can get a card draw token by performing rituals for a thousand dead souls. There are... hundreds of billions of them!
Yang Jiao started counting on her fingers in front of the two Asuras, and the more she counted, the more she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.
Their eyes are dazzlingly bright!
The change in expression was so drastic that even the stunningly beautiful female Asura frowned and tugged at the male Asura beside her, saying:
"This little girl seems even more sinister than us; we'd better be careful."
The two of them were about to retreat, but Yang Jiao didn't give them the chance.
He grabbed the Jade Staff and leaped.
call out:
"Take this from Old Yang!"
The force was so great that the ground where the two separated was covered in blood and dirt.
The first strike missed.
Yang Jiao raised her head again, her crimson lips more chilling than a sea of blood, and said:
"Today, whoever stops me from reciting scriptures in this sea of blood, I will beat him into a bloody pulp."
After saying that, he made a signature crooked mouth.
Then, wielding his stick, he charged towards the two Asuras.
The man, after being chased for a while, suddenly stopped and said strangely:
"I'm an Asura! I'll eat whoever I want, why should I be afraid of her?!"
After saying that, he picked up the steel fork and chased after Yang Jiao.
After a long back-and-forth exchange, she realized that the two were evenly matched.
The Asura race is born warlike, and which of them who has survived to this day is not experienced in combat?
Yang Jiao was able to hold out for so long entirely due to her brute strength.
but!
She possesses a red embroidered ball, a sacred object for accumulating merit!
Seeing Yang Jiao being chased by two steel forks in a sorry state, he directly threw out the red embroidered ball of the Goddess Nuwa.
Instantly, the two Asuras were reduced to ashes.
First battle won!
Yang Jiao patted the non-existent dust off her hands, picked up the red embroidered ball again, and sat down by the sea of blood once more.
He opened his lips and read aloud:
"Supreme Nuwa, mending the sky and saving humanity, countless souls are delivered..."
Here we go again!
Only then did Yang Jiao realize that after each complete recitation of a verse, a golden light would emerge from her mouth and stand above the sea of blood.
The spirits of the dead, struggling in agony amidst the sea of blood, would rush forward, eager to listen.
This upheaval quickly attracted the Asura race, created by the Styx River.
This time, instead of two minor Asuras, a towering, crimson Asura wielding a steel fork appeared, leading dozens of other Asuras.
The leader already has horns on his head.
That shows how powerful it is.
Seeing that things were going badly, Yang Jiao turned and ran.
Shouting:
"There are so many Asuras, even Red Embroidered Ball can't defeat them all!"
Ahhhhh!
She ran wildly, as if possessed.
suddenly,
The group of Asuras who were in hot pursuit all had strange expressions on their faces, and they reluctantly floated on the sea of blood and slowly sank.
"Huh?"
Yang Jiao found it strange, why didn't they chase after them again?
She almost wanted to pull off the tassels on the red embroidered ball and immediately return to the Nuwa Palace.
Just as she was wondering.
Behind Yang Jiao, dozens of golden lights emanated from the mouths of the cross-legged young man on the shore of the sea of blood.