Perhaps, this secret is only known to the mysterious master and the King of the Nine Yins, that is, it is none other than him, the King of the Nine Yins, who makes people lose their souls. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Most of the people who were swallowed by the canopy of the sky were all destroyed, but the King of Nine Yin only took people's souls and did not hurt their lives, so there was a special case of a few crazy and stupid people escaping from Jiuyin Mountain. And Fang Rou, Xue Feifei and others are part of it.

The King of Nine Yin is not such a ruthless person, he rarely even eats meat on weekdays, and only eats a delicious braised pork on his birthday. So it was a great ordeal for him to drain the souls of those people, both for the person concerned and for him, the murderer. However, he had to do it again. Because if you let the things in the jar escape, it won't be as simple as killing a few people.

As an insider, he knows how terrifying that guy is. If he could do it all over again, he would rather never be to Jiuyin Mountain than be a king.

Maybe it was fate, maybe it was just a coincidence, and a leisurely trip in the early morning allowed him to discover a magic cave. After that, he inadvertently opened the ban that had been set for tens of thousands of years and released the thing. The strength of the other party is truly unparalleled, even compared to the Sky Devouring Beast in front of him. But the difference is that the master who sealed the guy at that time had already expected such a day, so he left a mud altar in the cave. This clay altar has a plain appearance and no traces of carving, but it hides infinite power, which can make the newly born monster lose the ability to move freely at the second time, and forcibly put it into its own body, temporarily imprisoned.

Next, the King of the Nine Yin found the man's handwriting on the stone wall, as well as the origin of the monster.

It turned out that the monster in the jar was called Barren, and it was once a peerless demon who did all kinds of evil. This guy is murderous and cruel, and countless creatures have died at his hands. And that master, as one of the best masters in the world at that time, was duty-bound, and took the initiative to find the other party, hoping to suppress and eliminate it with his own strength.

But the world was unpredictable, he didn't expect that the barren cultivation was so profound, that it could be on par with the immortals, which made ordinary mortals unable to compare with it at all, let alone knock it down and kill it. After a hard and lengthy battle, the master finally fell to the ground.

Desolation has always been arrogant and arrogant, and seeing that the other party's physical strength is overdrawn, of course he will not let go of this excellent opportunity, so he hurriedly rushed forward, ready to enjoy the cover. What it never expected was that the strongest skill of the master was not the combat technique, but the relatively obedient sealing technique. But because he didn't have much aura left, he had to use himself as a container, forcibly incorporated the desolation into his body, and closed all the air holes to prevent the other party from having a chance to escape. But in this way, he is equivalent to completely cutting off his vitality, and can only watch himself fall into death step by step.

In his last days, the master had been thinking about ways to deal with the desolation, and finally, the day before he died, the ugly clay altar was finally completed. It was a combination of his life's work, including ninety-nine seals from all over the world, and adjusted accordingly according to the characteristics of the desolation, so that it could restrain the other party to the greatest extent.

But this clay altar is certainly very powerful, but it also has a regrettable flaw, that is, it cannot last.

If you want to trap the monster for a long time, you must let the mud altar derive the so-called instrument spirit, so that he can learn to breathe in and automatically condense the aura between heaven and earth for his own use.

However, the time for the clay altar to be born was too short, and it was not enough to form an intelligent life like the Roaring Spirit, so it could not absorb the aura and supply the sealing technique. Just as his life was about to disappear, he suddenly thought of the glorious deeds of his ancestors who sacrificed their bodies to the sword, so he had the bold idea of using human souls as instrument spirits. In order to test this method, he became the first instrument spirit of the clay altar. And it turns out that this approach does work, but it is too costly. And because the human soul is inherently different from the machine spirit, it cannot truly become one with the clay altar, and one day it will be eroded and swallowed by the barrenness in the altar. Therefore, he left these words on the stone wall for future generations to understand and learn, so as to inherit his unfinished business.

After taking care of all the unfinished business, he went to the cave alone, sat down beside the clay altar, and left the desolation in his body. He set up a ban in the mud altar, as long as the barren body broke out, the sealing technique in the mud altar would be activated immediately, and the other party would be included in it. Then, the spirit of his own soul became the energy supply of the sealing technique.

But this state did not last long, and the Nine Yin King, who got the mud altar, found that there were some strange cracks on the altar body, combined with the last words left on the stone wall, he guessed that the machine spirit was running out of time, and he had to find a new soul to inject into it, so as to survive the catastrophe.

However, the King of the Nine Yin was not as selfless as that master, he did not choose himself, but found a few passers-by he did not know, extracted their souls one by one, and integrated them into the mud altar to replace the function of the instrument spirit.

At the beginning, he was inexperienced, and he put ten souls into the clay altar in one go. Because there are too many soul individuals, the control of the mud altar is not unified, and the power has not increased, but has weakened a lot, seeing that the first generation of sealing artifacts is about to be destroyed like this, he quickly took back eight of them, leaving only two to work together. In this way, although the lifespan of the mud altar will be reduced, and the frequency of replacing the machine spirit will also increase accordingly, but fortunately, the power of the sealing technique is fully exerted, and no matter how terrible the desolation is, it will not be able to shake the cage made of this clay.

In this way, the Nine Yin King has been guarding for ten years. In the past ten years, he has been almost inseparable from the mud altar, and he has not forgotten to take a bath and go to the thatched house, for fear that he will have an accident when he leaves. And under his careful care, the mud altar has always been peaceful, and the desolation seems to have adapted to the life of this kind of prisoner, and is no longer as irritable and fierce as before. He had thought that the clay altar would be buried forever in the ground with his death, never to be known. But today, in the canopy that covered the sky, he was actually pierced by the invulnerable altar wall by the Sky Devouring Beast's finger. When the turquoise liquid flowed out of the altar, the Nine Yin King knew that all the years of hard work had been in vain.

His body was out of control, but his brain was still racing. The current Sky Swallowing Beast had already made them anxious, and if there was a desolate demon who had been silent for many years at this time, wouldn't it be even worse? After thinking about it for a while, he had already made a resolute decision: he wanted to follow the example of his predecessors and die a martyr.

But this time, instead of being a machine spirit, he wanted to use his body to plug the broken parts of the mud altar and prevent the barren birth. Suddenly, a red mist of blood erupted from his body. These were all precious essence blood accumulated by the Nine Yin King for decades, but at this time, he actually forced out of his body without hesitation, just to repair the mud altar behind him.

I have to say that the amount of that blood mist is extremely small, so small that it looks like a drop in the bucket. In the eyes of outsiders, it is impossible for this thing to completely plug such a large hole. But what is not lacking on the Chusheng Continent is a miracle, not to mention that the person who shot is the Nine Yin King, and his Nine Yin Divine Power is activated again, but what shows his power is the Yin Blood Curse, an invincible divine skill that can make him almost immortal on the battlefield.

With the assistance of the Yin Blood Curse, the Nine Yin King's recovery ability will increase at a rate of ten times and a hundred times, and most of this magical repair ability is in the essence blood in his body. As long as there is a Yin Blood Curse, as long as there is Essence Blood, even the most serious injuries can be repaired in minutes, and there is no need to pay any other price, it is simply invincible, and he will not be able to do anything.

However, the current Nine Yin King is a little almost crazy, he actually came up with this kind of bad idea, using his own essence blood containing the Blood Yin Spell to nourish the mud altar, not to mention whether this trick can work, even if he can, the price he has to pay will be extremely huge, and even die because of it.

But for his own safety, the Nine Yin King had already put it aside, otherwise he would not have guarded the mud altar for more than ten years without complaint. Alone, not to mention a few drops of blood, even his entire body can be dedicated without blinking an eye. This is the King of the Nine Yins, a great benevolent man who has forgotten even his real name.

But what made the Nine Yin King fail was that the cruelty of the desolation was far beyond his imagination. Ten thousand years actually affected his desire to be born in the slightest. The moment the mud altar broke, it didn't even hesitate for a moment, and ran out of the altar. But just as it was about to escape from the mud altar, an unknown red mist suddenly blocked its path, causing the circular gap to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye. Seeing that his hope of escape was about to be dashed, Desolation resorted to boiling and tried his best to meet the blood yin curse of the essence blood of the Nine Yin King. For a while, bursts of blood light poured out of the mud altar, like a needle, piercing into the eyes of everyone present. However, at this moment, the Sky Swallowing Beast, which had been staying where it was and watching the show, suddenly took a step forward. This time, Sun Changkong could see the other party's face clearly, but in this way, his face became even more embarrassed. Not because of anything else, but because of the face on the other party's head, which is really familiar, as soon as he thinks about it, he can't help but exclaim: "You...... Why do you look so much like Fang Xishi?"

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