Inside Xushui City.

White Lotus General Altar.

A dimly lit tower building.

The shape is subtle and simple.

The room was lit and the walls were lit with torches.

On top of a Dharma altar in the deepest part, there is a white-clothed lotus master, whose Dharma name is Lou, and there are sixty-six lotus carvings under the seat.

The lotus master on the seat, holding a lotus flower in his hand, and wearing a three-pointed hat of Banxia on his head, solemn and solemn.

He is lecturing for his disciples.

Kneeling under the door sat a dense crowd of white-clothed disciples, and under the guidance of the left and right Dharma protectors, there was a chorus of shouts from time to time.

"The wind and the earth are hot, the gossip returns to the origin, the white lotus comes to the world, and saves the common people. ”

Suddenly, the lotus master on the stage was shocked, and he lost all his dharma, as if he had been punched in the back, his body pounced forward, and a mouthful of black blood spit out.

The left and right protectors were holding white soul flags, and they were also shocked in unison, spurting black blood from their mouths.

On the stage, Master Lotus stood up with a snort, his eyes gloomy: "Who attacked my altar? ”

Ignoring the blood from the corners of his mouth, he jumped off the lotus platform, and jumped out of the stone tower after a few verticals.

Look up.

There was a golden palm above the altar, two or three zhang wide, and even more exaggerated, two or three zhang thick, and the mana was unbelievably majestic.

Boom, slapping on the top of the altar.

The golden Buddha light seemed to be a substance, and it was pressed down layer by layer from the cracks in the altar.

Every time I pressed down a point, a piece of Buddha's light diffused out.

For every point pressed, a layer of prohibition is destroyed.

These prohibitions are connected with their hard work, the prohibitions are destroyed, Master Lotus is ruthless, and the two Dharma Protectors are all miserable, their bodies are tense, the green tendons on their foreheads are bursting up, and their bodies seem to be pressed down by Wan Jun.

The three of them vomited blood one after another, and when the Buddha's palm was pressed to the layer of the underground palace, the left protector couldn't bear it, and his whole body exploded with a bang, and he died.

The right protector couldn't bear it, and the primordial spirit escaped at a critical moment.

Immediately after that, it was also the body bursting.

Master Lotus Lou's body cracked inch by inch, his whole body swelled like a balloon, and he was tightly tied to the horse's steps, and the robes on his body exploded inch by inch, and with a bang, waves of qi erupted from all around his body.

At this time, the underground palace has collapsed.

He was stunned on the ground, there was not a single strand of clothes on his body, all of them were blown up, a large number of capillaries were ruptured, and he was covered with blood and flesh foam from the left and right protectors.

The disciples in the door only felt a shock under their feet, and then heard a loud rumbling sound, and when they ran out, there was only a bloody person lying naked in front of the door.

The scene was like a ghost gnawing at it, and it was miserable.

The White Lotus disciples who rushed back from the altar couldn't believe that it was the Supreme Lotus Master when they saw the tragic situation on the ground.

I saw that the tower gate was full of blood all over the ground, and there were stumps and internal organs everywhere, and I was also frightened.

The white lotus altar was scattered.

Qi Lou was angry, his lips moved, and he couldn't speak.

A deathbed struggle flashed through his mind: "Help, save me, Nyingma Moyi......"

The right protector primordial god was blown up, and only one of the three souls remained, floating stupidly above his head, and he was about to disperse.

There was a ripple in mid-air, like a gentle touch on the calm water.

A pitch-black claw poked out of the ripples.

The two claws gently dragged to catch the remnant soul.

The ripples are getting bigger and bigger.

The ghost of the day, with the beak mask, flashed out of the ripples and picked up the corpse of Lou on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, it was gone.

......

Xushui County Ya.

Cai Quan, the county magistrate, was enjoying the cool in the back study, lying naked on the cool bed, and two maids stood next to him to fan him.

Suddenly, the bed board shook.

The two maids exclaimed, and Cai Quan jumped up from the bed.

"What's wrong, an earthquake?"

Then a loud rumbling sound was heard.

This is a natural disaster, how dare you be under the eaves, and the county magistrate can't care about his face and decency, so he escaped from the county government naked.

After a while, people in the streets and alleys ran out.

Everyone's faces were full of horror.

"Run, the altar has collapsed, and the demons have escaped. ”

"Half of the walls over there have collapsed, please help. ”

Cai Quan, the county magistrate, hurriedly grabbed a White Lotus Sect disciple and asked, "The altar has collapsed?

For a time, the city was in chaos.

......

Fahai was shocked and destroyed the Xushui White Lotus General Altar.

The primordial spirit flew away here, chasing hundreds of miles away in a moment.

The black mist in front of him is the Nyingma Moyi in the mouth of the Lou.

It's a complete devil.

Demons, demons, the difference between one word, but there is a world of difference.

Demons, there are living beings, or they are ignited by people, or they have some chance, and they slowly cultivate into demons.

Demons also have souls, and they can also become immortals.

Therefore, demons are divided into good and evil.

But demons are not good or evil.

There is only endless evil.

From hell, from the underworld, from the underworld.

This demon was originally a black line in the Tianzhu world, the black rope hell.

The ghosts of the black rope hell will be sent to the people, and the jailer will draw dozens of black lines on the person, and then cut them along the black lines with a red-hot hacksaw.

Summoned by the White Lotus here.

Enjoy the blood food offering every day, and cooperate with them to cultivate the demonic nature.

It is also the reason why Fahai is so angry.

Demon, you can let it go.

But the devil has absolutely no reason to talk about.

As long as you bump into it, you will be killed.

The devil flew away in the wind, he was quite knowledgeable, Fahai was carrying a heavenly dragon on his body, and his mana reached the sky, and when he saw him, he was like seeing Jizang.

The oppression of nature made him unable to resist at all.

But after escaping for a while, he felt a burst of golden light chasing after him, and when he looked back, Fahai actually escaped from the original god.

It's even more terrifying.

scolded in the clouds: "You, a bald donkey who has been struck by thunder, the ancestor enjoys blood and food offerings here, and does not take the initiative to harm others, why do you chase after you?"

The magic sound is sharp, like the noise of scraping on a casserole, the sound is harsh, and ordinary people will directly scare their gallbladders as long as they hear it.

Wrapped in a yin wind, it rushed towards Fahai's eardrums.

Then came a cloud of black smoke.

Dense human-faced skeletons appeared in the mist, each with a different expression, all with mouth and nose spurting, sharp fangs, screaming and pounced.

These faces are all souls that it has cut through the Black Rope Hell.

The screams contained endless pain, torment, and the vicious resentment of being imprisoned for 13 trillion years.

Fahai only felt a darkness in front of him.

The black mist turned into a boundless sea of fire, and the black-red magma flowed and wriggled on the ground like a reptile.

There was also a fiery red overhead, and hot magma dripped from the top of the head.

Zi, zi, fell into the sea of fire and bubbled.

A boulder in a sea of fire with a black boiler on it.

What's more funny is that he is obviously in a sea of fire, but it is firewood burning under the boiler.

The crackling sound of burning wood came clearly into my ears.

Next to the boiler, stood three red-haired demons with red faces, with green faces and fangs, busy with their work, drawing lines for the people lying on the ground and howling.

A red ghost wielded a hacksaw, crunching and squeaking, sawing blood foaming all over his body.

Keep your head up.

Grinned at Fahai.

"It's your turn. ”