The ground of the whole world is paved with white bones. At the end of it, there is an altar red with blood, on which there are several complete corpses.
The blood gas diffused from the corpse on the altar, gathered in the air, and was absorbed by the old man sitting above the altar.
The old man was dressed in a red robe, with white hair and pale face. His eyes were deep in the eyes, emitting cold light.
His fingers are thin and long, like an elegant pianist, but he is doing the act of drawing blood, which makes people shudder.
Dixin and Kong Xuan were shocked by the scene in front of them. Kong Xuan was a little better. After all, he had seen the tragedy of the Lich Disaster, and he was a little resistant to this scene.
But Dixin couldn't help it. He staggered back a few steps and vomited.
As a passer-by, how has Dixin ever seen such a scene.
The skeletons that covered the whole small world, the blood gas that could be seen everywhere, and the blood corpses that had not been completely absorbed, all of which made Dixin feel strongly uncomfortable.
While retching, he squatted down and stroked the bones on the ground. A line of clear tears flowed from his eyes.
"How dare he? How dare he do this? Isn't he trained from ordinary people? Why can he do this? Why?"
Dixin could not help but roar.
Today's scene had a great impact on him. How could Di Xin have seen such a scene in the peaceful environment of previous lives.
It was also at this moment that Dixin deeply realized the cruelty of flood and famine.
This old man is at most a fairyland, but he can commit such evil deeds. How many people will die if this god Buddha wants to attack civilians.
Even if they didn't mean so, they killed them indirectly?
If the West wants to preach, what will happen to those ordinary people who oppose preaching?
Thinking of this, Dixin secretly swore that he would make Dashang strong enough that even the gods and Buddhas would not dare to calculate.
The Terran should not be a pawn of the gods and Buddhas in the sky. A person should be upright and be his own master.
Kong Xuan stood beside Dixin without saying a word, but his expression was cold and frightening. His eyes reflected the ghost of a fierce peacock, as if he was about to get out of his cage at any time.
He had never thought that there was such a fearless devil in a small city of a vassal state. If they hadn't happened to pass by here, the devil would have killed many people.
Although he is the son of Yuanfeng, he has also lived in Dashang for eight generations, which is not long enough for him to integrate into Dashang. The devil killed so many people of Dashang, which naturally made him angry.
After entering this space, the white robed man ignored the two men and went straight to the old man. With a respectful salute, he said, "Master, bring back two more offerings."
The old man in the blood robe looked at the man in the white robe after hearing the words, and then looked at Dixin and KongXuan. After looking up and down, he saw a satisfied look in his eyes. He felt the rich blood from the two men, which was necessary for the blood sacrifice.
"You are very good this time. I am very satisfied with the two sacrifices you brought back. Later, I will give you 10% of your life to help you break through to refining the spirit and returning to emptiness."
The old blood cannon said to the white robed man with satisfaction.
The white robed man was so excited that he knelt down and kowtowed, shouted, "Thank you, Master."
At this time, Dixin had calmed down and resumed his normal demeanor. He took Kong Xuan and walked to the lower part of the old blood cannon with a cold face.
He raised his head, looked at the old man suspended above the altar with murderous intent, said coldly, "Do you know what you are doing?"
The old man of the Blood Cannon looked at Dixin in surprise. He didn't expect Dixin to be frightened when he saw the dead bodies all over the mountains.
It turns out that those sacrificial offerings, when they were brought here, were so scared that they would just kowtow crazily and beg for mercy. Who dares to question him.
Unexpectedly, the old man of the blood cannon was a little more curious about Dixin, wondering why he was so bold. A little mortal dared to question him, a fairy.
As early as Dixin and KongXuan entered this world, the old man of Blood Cannon swept them with a divine idea. In his divine idea feedback, both of them were mortal without accomplishments, but a mortal was so bold.
The old man of the Blood Cannon smiled and said, "What are you doing? Don't you see it?"
When Di Xin heard the words, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the fierce murderous feeling in his eyes was almost unbearable.
"Do you know what you are doing? I ask you, do you know?"
The old man of Blood Cannon frowned slightly and looked at Dixin. Is the man mentally ill? Can only repeat one sentence?
He said impatiently, "Just kill some mortals, and you will end up with them."
After saying that, the old man of the blood cannon grabbed with one hand, and the surging force of the blood devil poured out of his hand, turned into a huge blood hand, and grabbed directly at Dixin.
He was a little tired of the chattering of Di Xin.
The bloody hands block the sky and the sun, and it seems that there are countless ghosts howling on it.
The old man of the Blood Cannon smiled grimly. He wanted to see if Dixin would still look like this after he was caught by himself, or perform a wave of face changing to beg for mercy.
However, when his bloody hand came to the top of Dixin, a five claw dragon with golden light emerged from Dixin and roared at the bloody hand.
Bang!
The blood hand was broken and turned into blood. The old man of the blood cannon was also implicated and left a trace of blood on his mouth.
"I see. This is your dependence. Qi protects your body. It seems that you are in a high position in Dashang. If I can't help you outside, your biggest mistake is to enter this space."
The old blood cannon wiped the blood from his mouth and said with a sneer.
Boom!
With a loud noise, the old man suddenly broke out a huge blood wave. The endless blood wave filled the whole space. All the blood gas in the space was absorbed by the blood wave, making the blood wave more huge and scary.
The endless blood waves covered the whole space. The strong smell of blood made Dixin and Kongxuan feel sick.
"Help me, help me."
"Why, why am I so miserable? Why?"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Countless ghosts howled and roared in the blood waves, and their voices echoed in this small space.
Dixin looked at the countless plaintive ghosts in the blood wave, and the anger in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.
"You should! Die!"
He roared, and the soaring sword spirit burst out from him, directly cutting the blood waves in the air. It seemed that the whole small space would be cut open by Dixin's sword spirit.
Under the meaning of the sword, the white robed man was split in two and fell into a pool of blood.
"Chop!"
Dixin shouted angrily, and the sword spirit converged all over the sky, which turned into a dazzling sword light and cut the blood cannon old man straight down.