Jiang Li recalled that Wu Shi had specially gone into a village before entering the ruins. Presumably, the remains of the human body and the severed head on the ground had come from there.

It was not without reason that rogue cultivators were hated by others. Of course, there were heroes among them, and even chivalrous sword cultivators.

However, most rogue cultivators were villains who could not even defend their most basic morals!

Wu Shi was once an ordinary rogue cultivator. However, he was very lucky. After obtaining the inheritance in a declining Daoist temple on the east side of the village, he stepped onto the path of cultivation.

Although the life of a rogue cultivator was difficult and he did not have any seniors to guide him, he could barely enter the Qi Refinement realm by himself and slowly came into contact with a corner of the cultivation world.

Once, in order to chase after a spiritual rat, he accidentally entered the crack and discovered the ruin.

The immense excitement was definitely not something that ordinary people could experience.

For example, the story of a poor kid obtaining the legacy of a ruin and becoming a peerless genius, trampling countless people under his feet, marrying all the female cultivators on the Goddess Ranking Board, and finally ascending to an immortal and becoming a god was very popular among the rogue cultivators.

When he first entered this ruin, there were actually many collapsed burying points in the underground passageway and many skeletons that had died long ago.

He followed the plot in the stories and kowtowed respectfully to bury the skeletons one by one, obtaining their inheritance.

However, because it had been too long ago and the original body of this ruin had been suddenly destroyed in the war, no one had taken proper protective measures.

Therefore, some of the artifacts and pills left beside the corpse had lost all their spiritual qi under the cleansing of time and were slowly rotting in this lonely space.

As a result, he did not find much useful information on these corpses.

Only on a corpse with clothes that were still intact, a particularly tall body, and a skeleton that was slightly different from humans did he find the black sword and bracelet.

Other than that, there was nothing else.

However, this did not dampen his enthusiasm for exploring. Using primitive methods, he dug up collapsed areas bit by bit and cleaned up the soil and rocks. He almost treated this ruin as his home.

It took him a few months to barely connect the intact portion of the passageway.

During this period, he also saw the chaotic murals.

Unlike Jiang Li, Wu Shi was only an ordinary Qi Refinement realm cultivator. When he saw the murals for the first time, he did not have the ability to resist at all and directly fainted.

In his coma, he, who was not conscious, had many dreams. Bloody nightmares tortured him repeatedly.

When he woke up again, there were some fragmented memories in his mind. His personality and thoughts had subtly changed.

But this was not the end. This was the beginning.

Ever since the day he fainted, Wu Shi had experienced the same dream every day.

As the number of nightmares increased, the additional memories in his mind gradually became complete. His personality also became more and more cruel.

From some point in time, when he looked at the murals again, he no longer felt dizzy. Instead, he felt happy and excited. He often stood in front of the murals for an entire day.

Wu Shi finally understood a little about this ruin.

This place used to belong to a powerful sect. The Black Lotus Divine Sect was its name.

The ultimate goal of this sect seemed to be to resurrect a god.

Revive a god? How could there be an immortal or god in this world?

This was his first thought.

When the current cultivation tide had just revived, countless mortal cultivators had used their lives to search for traces of Immortals and Buddhas.

However, in the end, in the cultivation world, Immortals and Buddhas were confirmed to not exist in this world.

In mortal countries, immortals were synonymous with cultivators.

As the cultivation of the earliest batch of cultivation pioneers increased, they were getting closer and closer to becoming true immortals.

This answer had basically become common knowledge in the cultivation world. There were no Immortals or Buddhas in this world. This group of cultivators would be the new generation of Immortals and Buddhas.

It was also because of this that Wu Shi scoffed at this and did not believe it at all.

It was not until he walked to the end of the passageway and saw the figure sitting on the huge black lotus that he understood the true value of this ruin.

That dream might not have lied to him!

A god, or rather, the corpse of a god, was right in front of him!

Yes, with the shallow knowledge of rogue cultivator Wu Shi, if a corpse was more powerful than all the cultivators he had seen, then it would naturally be a god.

For the first time, he tried to sacrifice a bowl of his blood according to the method in the dream.

However, what excited him was that this huge divine corpse actually gave him a reaction.

That day, his cultivation, which had stagnated for a long time because of lack of resources, broke through so easily.

He also knew that this 'divine corpse' was called Asura, the God of Asura.

After tasting the sweetness, he could no longer extricate himself from this ruin.

After repeated sacrifices and feedback, a large number of mortals died, causing the power in the ruin to successfully break through to the late-stage Qi Refinement realm before the age of 20.

This was a speed that most rogue cultivators did not dare to imagine. Even sect disciples could be considered elites with this speed.

As time passed, Wu Shi's hand was dyed with more and more blood. The dream that appeared every night was no longer difficult to accept in his heart.

However, in his dream one night, the divine corpse on the black lotus took the initiative to call him.

As long as he completed another blood sacrifice, the Asura God would give him the strength to reach the Foundation Establishment realm.

However, the goal of the blood sacrifice was to let him slaughter the villages he came from and sacrifice his own blood relatives and clansmen.

This time, the almost addicted rogue cultivator, Wu Shi, hesitated. The last bit of rationality and emotions in his mind told him that this was not right.

He temporarily sealed that crack. It was also at that time that he heard the news of the Great Mountain Cultivator Competition.

Wu Shi participated in the competition and handed his choice to fate. If he could succeed in the competition and obtain what he wanted,

Wu Shi might decide to give up on the ruin.

However, the final outcome was obvious. He did not obtain any benefits in the competition and instead lost the black sword.

As someone who yearned for power, he had completely lost his mind due to negative emotions. The empathy and guilt that a person should have had completely disappeared.

After returning, Wu Shi did not hesitate to slaughter the entire village and dance on their corpses. He used the pieces of his parents' blood relatives to stitch up a head.

Yes, the village that Wu Shi had massacred was the place where he had been born and raised.

As for the "Asura God", it did not disappoint him either.

The strange head that was stitched together twisted twice. It actually opened its eyes and spoke.

"Haha! Hahahaha, lucky young man. The Asura God heard your voice. I'm very satisfied with your sacrifice. A devout person should be rewarded."

"Come, drink my blood and accept the gift of the Asura God."

The mouth of the head opened and closed, but the tone of its voice kept changing. It was as if many people were squeezed into the head and fighting to speak with the leaking mouth.

When Wu Shi heard this, his crazy face immediately revealed joy. He hurriedly picked up a porcelain bowl and approached.

The severed head flew into the air, and two streams of blood tears flowed from its eyes and dripped onto the porcelain bowl.

It looked like only a few drops of blood, but Wu Shi could sense the temptation of the sweet smell.

As long as he drank it, he could obtain the power of the Asura God and trample all those fellows under his feet!

Wu Shi's smile was filled with madness. He trembled as he held the porcelain bowl and raised his head to swallow it.

However, at this moment, a sword light instantly arrived!

Against the Shu Mountain Sword Control Technique that disregarded expenditure and had been prepared for a long time, which Qi Refinement realm cultivator could react in time?

A head that was laughing sinisterly was directly chopped off by this sword, and it rolled in the air for a long time.

As for the bowl-sized wound, it was burned black. Even blood could not flow out.

The headless body twitched twice before collapsing. However, the porcelain bowl was firmly caught by another hand.

"If no one wants this, let me study it for a few days. Goodbye."

Jiang Li controlled his clone to catch the porcelain bowl, and then he did not stop for a moment before immediately turning around and charging towards the passageway outside the stone room.

He was very fast and had long been prepared. He snatched the things and left.

However, at this moment, his peripheral vision accidentally swept across a huge figure in the center of the stone room.

Purple… Three heads… Six arms… However, as soon as this happened, the clone felt a strong dizziness in his head, and his feet could not help but stop.

Jiang Li, who was constantly watching, decisively took over the control and continued to charge out. However, it was still too late.

"Sword cultivator! You're spoiling our plans! Don't think of leaving!"

The head suddenly bounced up and quickly jumped to the path that the clone had to pass through. Then, it decisively exploded.

Boom!

Filthy blood, shattered bones, and brain matter directly covered the clone's face. His figure was inevitably pushed back by the shock wave.

Jiang Li activated his protective artifact in time. The spiritual qi light instantly protected his body and the porcelain bowl in his hand, so he was not directly injured by this strike.

However, as soon as he landed, his expression changed drastically.

The layer of spiritual qi light membrane on his body was affected by something and suddenly fluctuated violently. In just a moment, he was already unable to control it completely. The light membrane directly exploded into a ball of spiritual qi and disappeared.

Jiang Li tried to restart it twice, but the defensive artifact actually failed for no reason.

"There's something wrong with this blood!"

Jiang Li's expression was solemn as he looked at the exploding blood mist in front of him.

The Burning Rainbow Sword had already flown back to his side, but the exit ahead was still blocked by the blood fog.

Jiang Li lowered his eyes and tried his best to avoid seeing the thing in the center of the stone room. He poured the blood in the bowl into the porcelain bottle and put it away, then he pinched his sword fingers.

A drunken song filled with determination! The flames of war illuminated the world!

Without waiting for the blood mist to dissipate, he struck out with the World Horizon Fire Beacon Sword Technique.

The space in this stone room was too small, and it was utterly impossible to execute a sword technique with high might and a large area. Therefore, he still chose the sword move that came with the Liquor Fire Sword Song.

Flames and sword lights flew out successively, and they quickly dispersed the bloody mist. Jiang Li controlled his clone to follow closely behind and intended to charge out of the stone room.

However, something did not want him to leave.

Two hands suddenly grabbed the clone's left foot from the ground, causing him to pause again. It was a headless corpse that suddenly moved, and it held on tightly without letting go!

Then, the head that was sent flying by his sword also flew over.

It quickly flew from behind to the side of the sword cultivator clone, and there was another violent explosion.

Similarly, the power of this explosion was far inferior to before. The clone staggered two steps forward and stopped.

However, his expression was not good at all.

That was because the Liquor Fire spiritual qi in the clone's body was no longer under his control!

In the next moment, his stomach swelled up as if he had been pregnant for ten months. Liquor fire spiritual qi surged out of his Qi Sea uncontrollably and was about to burst his body.

Jiang Li cursed internally. What strange method was this? Wasn't it too sinister!

Fortunately, he let his clone test it out first. If his main body came without him knowing, with his terrifying spiritual qi storage, he might suffer a huge loss.

Seeing that his body was about to burst, Jiang Li immediately made a decision. His middle finger turned into a sword finger and directly stabbed into the navel of the clone.

Pew!

It was as if he had suddenly turned off a pressure cooker that had been compressed to the limit.

A large amount of spiritual qi poured out of his abdomen. The spiritual qi that carried the rich fragrance of alcohol spewed out as if it was free.

He also wanted to use spell techniques to forcefully consume it, but the current Liquor Fire spiritual qi was impossible to control. It was impossible to move it into his mouth and spit it out. He could only use this method to urgently expel the spiritual qi.

The main body also hurriedly stopped the Spirit Surge Technique, barely avoiding the outcome of the clone exploding.

After spitting out more than two minutes of spiritual qi, the stomach of the sword cultivator clone slowly calmed down.

However, the danger was not resolved because of this. At this moment, there was no spiritual qi in his body.

Endless weakness surged out from every inch of his body. After expelling all the spiritual qi, this situation was almost equivalent to temporary paralysis for a cultivator.

The clone held his injured navel and could not even stand steadily.

He tried to activate the Spirit Surge Technique, but perhaps because the blood was still stuck to his body, the new spiritual qi was still difficult to control.

Jiang Li tried to summon the flying sword again, but unfortunately, the Burning Rainbow Sword had just been splattered with blood. All of its spiritual qi lost control and fled in a short period of time, helplessly landing beside the clone.

The situation was almost hopeless!

"Sword cultivator! Shu Mountain sword cultivator! It's you again!"

The blood fog slowly dissipated, and the eight ghosts transformed into eight black fog shadows.

"Shu Mountain sword cultivators destroyed my sect! I'll eat you! I'll eat you!"

From time to time, a human face would appear in the eight black fog and fly around the clone.

An evil ghost suddenly charged out, and the ghost face directly pounced onto Jiang Li's shoulder before tearing off a piece of flesh.

The clone felt pain and his body was weak because of the lack of spiritual qi. He almost lost his footing.

"The smell of blood! I like the smell of blood. If only there's more fear in it! Ah! Delicious!"

Stimulated by the blood of the living, the eight ghosts became even more excited. Two more fell onto the back of the clone and ruthlessly tore off two pieces of flesh.

If this continued, Jiang Li's sword cultivator clone would probably be eaten by these eight ghosts here!

"I thought that something was playing tricks here. Revive the Asura God? It turns out that it's only a few ghosts."

Jiang Li gritted his teeth and endured the pain before pretending to be disdainful.

He could tell that in this ruin, there was no Asura God that could respond to its believers. There were only eight evil ghosts stirring up trouble.

The thing sitting in the middle of the stone room should be the source of the chaotic power in the ruin, but it was indeed completely dead.

These eight evil spirits should have been transformed from the cultivators of this place.

"Shu Mountain trash! What did you say! I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

A ball of black fog suddenly flew in front of Jiang Li. A dirty old face with a bald and long beard directly collided with the clone's face, and it seemed like it was about to bite off one of his eyeballs!

"Do you dare?!"

Jiang Li's shout actually stunned these evil spirits.

"You can't leave this stone room, right?"

He looked at the eight skeletons in the corner of the stone room.

As his personality changed, Wu Shi was clearly no longer in the mood to bury the corpses. Those corpses should be the original bodies of these eight fellows.

From the situation where they had no choice but to stop the clone's footsteps, it was likely that once the clone left the stone room, they would be unable to pursue him anymore.

Sure enough, when they heard this, the eight ghosts inexplicably fell silent.

"The only people who know about this place are him and me."

"Now that he's dead, do you dare to kill me? When the next unlucky guy discovers this place, it might take a hundred years? Two hundred years? Or never?"

He pointed at the headless corpse on the ground again, then sat down on the ground as if he had nothing to lose.

The eight black fog no longer bit the clone. They floated around the clone and the ghost bodies began to roll violently.

A moment later, another ghost floated over.

"It's fine. As long as we occupy your body, we can go out."

The black fog continued to roil. This guy clearly did not know that in the eyes of people who knew how to act, it was actually very easy to distinguish whether a ghost was lying or not.

"If possession was that simple, you would have been able to leave long ago."

"If I'm not wrong, the person who drinks this thing should be able to bring you out."

Jiang Li took out the small porcelain bottle and shook it in his hand.

"Then, as you wish."

Just as the eight ghosts fell silent and were considering how to lure Jiang Li into submission…

Unexpectedly, Jiang Li actually opened the bottle stopper and poured it into his mouth without leaving a single drop!

In any case, he was a clone. There was no fear!