Chapter 675 - 364: Nine-headed Bird Ghost Car, Master of Complex Spirits (3)
"Did those pigeons grow feathered ears?
"Did those monkeys have their feathered ears drain their nutrients, drain their brains, drain them to death?"
Bai Mo couldn’t quite comprehend.
What is the origin of this bird?
Can’t even look directly at it?
Looking at it causes contamination?
Is its gaze and vision an Immortal Technique?
...
In the West Ridge Mountain Range.
Miyamoto Rokuzo paced back and forth, face full of joy, as he confirmed the last details with his master.
"According to you, as long as enough Life Souls are offered, this Ghost Car Immortal Beast can be revived and return?
"How many are needed then?"
He sneakily glanced at the entourage he brought.
He heard in his mind the voice of the Ancient Immortal, equally unsettled, suppressing joy in the heart.
"The people you brought are not enough!
"Do you know there’s a concert of ten thousand people happening in the West State?
"We don’t need all those ten thousand Life Souls.
"We just need eighty thousand!
"I’ve already spoken with all kinds of Immortals. You just need to go to the concert and bring me eighty or ninety thousand people to feed the Ghost Car!
"The Ghost Car only absorbs Life Souls and feeds on Soul Qi.
"After it’s done draining Life Souls, we don’t need those Purified Void Bodies left behind!
"Leave those Purified Void Bodies to the other Immortals as a gift, to thank them for their assistance and cooperation!"
Miyamoto Rokuzo looked up at the sky, grinned fiendishly.
"Alright, master, I understand!
"It’s time for that West State Boss to witness my true strength.
"Let him know that I, Miyamoto Rokuzo, am not afraid of him!"
The Immortal Technique Masters of Jiuzhou all cowardly refrained from killing, unable to obtain cultivation materials, but he was different!
Since the beginning of his cultivation, he had killed countless people, drunk countless drops of blood!
The mysteriously missing population in the Sakura Region, not knowing how many turned into materials, cultivated his current cultivation level!
Indeed... he is not just Sequence Seven.
Though he hasn’t yet made it to the Sharing Stele, he is already on the Immortal Beast Path, Sequence Six!
In his dreams, the Snake-tailed Ancient Immortal smiled while summoning the Sharing Stele, carving words on the stele with a finger.
[Snake-tailed Immortal]
[Miyamoto Rokuzo]
[Master of Complex Spirits]
...
At the concert venue, the lights were dazzling, the singing thunderous, the audience joyfully singing along.
Sitting at the highest point of the stand, Su Yaoyao suddenly felt her pupils tremble!
"Miyamoto Rokuzo, Master of Complex Spirits?"
...
At another angle of the highest point of the stand.
Wu Qingyun suddenly clenched the long sword at her waist!
"Miyamoto Rokuzo, Master of Complex Spirits?
"Grandfather, shouldn’t we... have organized this concert?"
Behind her, a tall, thin old man with a slender face stood up, holding a more than one-meter long Immortal Sword, laughed dryly.
"Whether we organize this concert or not cannot change the fact that Miyamoto Rokuzo is already the Master of Complex Spirits.
"It seems now, this concert merely determined the battlefield."
He was indeed Wu Jianxian, unknowingly sneaking to the West State, arriving at the scene of this concert!
...
Bai Mo embraced back his apprentice Bai Doudou, who was joyfully twisting, with a grin.
"No wonder, having the guts to come to the West State, is this so-called Master of Complex Spirits his confidence?"
...
Among the wild mountains.
Miyamoto Rokuzo extended his palm, bent over, and slapped it hard on the ground.
Pa!
Where his palm landed, blood unexpectedly flowed, sketched as brush strokes, expanding outward, growing into a vast blood Array Map!
The entourage beside him all displayed surprise.
"Is Lord Miyamoto going to perform Spirit Summoning Technique?"
"Amazing, just like Naruto summoning the Nine-tails!"
Miyamoto Rokuzo sneered coldly, not responding to this group of followers.
They’re willing to believe this is spirit summoning, and surely that’s the best!
In the Array Map, white mist rose, gradually dispersing, engulfing Miyamoto Rokuzo and more than a hundred followers!
"Ssss..."
In the bizarre hiss, eight giant snakes’ heads emerged from the white mist!
Each head was incredibly large, like a small mountain!
On the head of one stood twenty ninjas.
On the head of another stood thirty witches.
On another head stood twenty-three wandering samurai.
On another head stood twenty-nine Yin Yang Masters.
On the largest central head, stood alone Miyamoto Rokuzo wearing a Priest’s Robe, holding a paper folding fan.
Swish...
He flicked open the folding fan, held it before his chest.
"Yamata!
"To the West State!"