In the northern desert of Shuobei, the remnant sun is like blood, dyed red with yellow sand, and the wind carries the yellow sand, which makes people unable to open their eyes, and the smell of blood is strong.

The red yellow sand is not just the red of the remnant sun, but more of the bright blood, the endless screams, wails, and cries of sorrow, and the wreckage all over the ground looks extremely infiltrating.

"O Supreme Being, I am your descendant, may you hear my prayers! Look! That bright blood, mouth-watering limbs are my sacrifice to you. ”

"Wake up, Emperor Shuobei! The emperor of the Shuobei Desert, we, your loyal people, have been waiting for your return!"

A blood-colored altar, towering into the sky, seemed to be built on top of the nine heavens, on which stood a red-robed man, holding a red staff in his hand and stepping on the altar.

With a solemn expression, his face was covered with mysterious runes, covering all his features, and his eyes revealed the worship of the gods, the desire for power, and the pursuit of power.

The yellow sand had been dyed with blood, and the blood gathered into a pool of blood, slowly rising along the bottom of the altar, and strange inscriptions flashed from the altar, finally condensing into the image of a blood dragon.

The blood dragon raised its head to the sky, as if it was going to fight with the sky, and the huge dragon head was carved lifelike, as if it had come to life, looking up to the sky and roaring.

The man looked at the blood dragon Wenyin, his face was even more crazy, his blood-colored long hair was scattered in the wind, his hideous face became more and more terrifying, looking at the wreckage all over the ground, there was only infinite coldness in his eyes.

It was as if what he saw was not a person, but a lowly ant that could be killed with one hand and killed at will.

"Mom, I'm afraid!" a soft voice came from the pile of wreckage.

A child, about four or five years old, hiding in the arms of a young woman in terror, with a pair of large clear eyes full of fear.

His clothes had been soaked with blood and he couldn't see the original color, his face was also stained with blood, and his eyes were blood-colored everywhere, so he could only hide in his mother's arms and shiver.

"Don't be afraid, mother!" the young woman whispered to comfort the little boy, but at this time she was also covered by fear.

It's just that the mother's love drives her and makes her strong, the mother and son hide in the rubble, shrinking in the shadows as much as possible, and the mother encircles the child in her arms.

This small, isolated village has lost its former peace and quiet, and while they are sleeping, a nightmare strikes, and a mysterious man in blood-colored robes breaks into his village, killing people on sight, and showing no mercy to his men.

The murderous aura in his eyes absorbed his heart, and the unarmed villagers could only fall under the executioner's knife one by one.

The blood-colored altar became more and more mysteriously taller, piercing the sky, and the blood on the ground continued to flow upward.

The blood-robed mystical men didn't stop in the slightest, they ran amok, throwing corpses flying from a distance.

And this scene was shrouded in a blood-colored light curtain, no one saw it, and no one noticed it, and it seemed that under the light curtain was hell on earth.

The horror of blood, the wreckage all over the ground, the cries of grief were incessant, the villagers in rough shirts, their eyes full of despair, his begging for mercy, they prayed, but to no avail.

Rumble!

The sky roared, and directly above the altar, a blood-colored pillar of light poured down from the sky, and the sky was also stained with blood.

Rumble!

There was another roar, and the sky seemed to be torn apart, and a bloody hole appeared in the sky, and blood leached out of it.

"Who's summoning Bendi?" The voice is ethereal and majestic, resounding in the sky.

A giant hand stretched out from the blood hole, cutting through the sky, the hand was as black as ink, and it seemed to contain the order of the universe, and every bloodline was like a rushing river, endless.

The giant hand poked straight down, and all the creatures covered by the raised hand were like ants, and the towering altar was like a blood needle.

The big hand slashed through the universe, bringing a sonic boom, and those who were begging were like porcelain bottles that would shatter at the touch of a button, all of them turned into a ball of blood under the invisible coercion, and disappeared like fireworks.

The big hand finally stopped at the boundary of the earth, picked up a pile of wreckage, and walked straight up, the sky seemed to rain blood, the wreckage broke its arm, and black blood slipped from the fingertips of the big hand.

This is the hell on earth, full of wreckage, blood rain, rivers of blood, bloody rafts, the blood-robed man, the big black hand is the master of this hell.

The giant hand returned to the bloody hole, and then there was a chewing sound, crunching, and eating extremely sweet.

"Whew!"

"Such delicious flesh and blood, it seems that Bendi has not tasted it for 10,000 years!"

"Who's summoning Bendi?"

Loud and ethereal voices kept coming out.

"Respected Emperor Shuobei, I am your descendant, I will obey my call to you, reappear in this land, and lead us to rule the world!"

The blood-robed man's voice was reverent and excited, his eyes were full of madness, and he looked straight at the bloody hole and knelt on the ground.

"My son?"

"Haha!"

"I am a bloody massacre, where will I come from?"

"Who's Bloodslaughter?"

"Ah......h

The supreme being seemed to have fallen into madness, the invisible sound wave shook the sky, the space shattered, the order was chaotic, and the heaven and earth seemed to be divided by the universe.

"Who am I?"

"I am the Emperor of the Blood Slaughter?"

"I am the Supreme of Heaven!"

"I am ......"

"Who the hell am I?"

No one answered, only his echo in the sky, and the blood-robed people were all spitting blood from their mouths, languishing, as if they had experienced some heavy blow.

The blood-robed man standing on the altar was even more unbearable, bleeding from the seven orifices, his skin was chapped, and the blood soaked through the blood robe, making it even more strange and mysterious. At this time, there was only fear on his face, why, could it be?

"Who am I for?"

"Am I slaughtered for it?"

The supreme being in the sky kept repeating this sentence, and his tone was full of confusion and anger.

There was a thunderclap in the air, and the blood-colored sky was covered with purple thunder, and the supreme existence seemed to have been hit hard.

"Lei Zu, why are you still alive?"

"Why haven't you let me go after 10,000 years?"

"I have repented when I should repent, and I have realized what I should have realized, why don't you let me go?"

The voice was hoarse and roaring, which was full of infinite sadness and grievances, and more of inner fear.

"Heaven is ruthless, you are even more ruthless, all worlds have their destiny, why do you want to interfere?" The purple thunder turned into a giant thunder dragon, staring at the blood-colored giant shadow in the sky.

"They are just ants, it is their honor to be the sacrifice of my blood, why should I be wrong?" The Scarlet Shadow roared hysterically.

"You're just an ant to me, so why should I kill you?" The voice was ethereal, and there was not the slightest emotion in it.

"Hehe!" the Scarlet Shadow sneered.

Bloodslaughter!

The blood-colored giant shadow made a brazen attack, and a bloody wind and blood rain swept in, blood bats flew all over the sky, crows roared, and the rich smell of blood soaked the sky, and the aura also turned bloody.

The wreckage scattered all over the ground also rose into the void, and Che slowly stood up, crookedly, and slowly walked towards the thunder dragon.

The blood-robed people all turned into walking corpses, their eyes covered with blood, their faces hideous and terrifying, and their green tendons exploded.

The blood-colored giant shadow held a giant axe, and with an axe, the blood-colored ripples visible to the naked eye crossed the sky, piercing the universe, shaking the sky with one blow and destroying all worlds with one blow.

However, the thunder dragon just looked at the blood-colored giant shadow with contempt, raised his head to the sky and roared, and conjured countless thunder dragons.

Minefield!

The purple thunder in the sky roared out, and the thunder dragons all danced, carrying the supreme thunder and bombarded away.

The blood color was covered by thunder, and those corpses were destroyed with one blow, and the blood-colored giant shadow rose up, and the giant axe struck out again, but it could only be the end of the strong crossbow, and it was useless.

The blood-colored giant shadow was finally covered by the thunder domain, and the blood-colored giant shadow roared sadly, "Lei Zu, why do you want to kill them all, if the deity does not die today, it will definitely be repaid a hundred times in the next day!"

"Alas!" Lei Zu let out a long sigh, and the thunder domain turned away, and everything was gone.

"Amitabha!"

A trumpet resounded in the sky.

A monk in a robe suddenly appeared in the sky, and the light of the Buddha behind him shone brightly, like a living Buddha, the essence of all the filth in the world.

This monk has a blood-colored lotus flower between his eyebrows, his eyebrows are like a sword scabbard, he stands upright, his eyes are golden, his lips are extremely thin, and his eyebrows are pink, which is extremely strange and demonic.

"The world is a great evil, and if it is not evil, it is a small evil!" the monk muttered.

He looked at the blood of the village, and the compassion in his eyes was overflowing, and he sat cross-legged, not minding the blood of the earth, as if in the land of nothing, his hands folded, and the words in his mouth.

The golden Buddha text came out of his mouth, and the image of the Buddha appeared behind him, and the Buddha's light shone brightly, purifying the resentment of this place.

"Contemplating the bodhisattva of freedom, when he walks in deep prajnaparamita. See that the five aggregates are empty, and overcome all suffering. The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it. The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, which are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, nor increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, and even no consciousness. There is no ignorance, there is no end to ignorance, there is no old age and death, and there is no old age and death. There is no suffering to gather and destroy the Tao, and there is no wisdom and no gain. ”

The small village that was originally full of yin qi was covered by it, and those grievances suddenly decreased, and more of it was the great freedom of Buddhism.

"Mom, wake up, Mom, what's wrong with you?" the sound of the child's cry alarmed the demon monk.

When the monk opened his eyes, it was a child who threw himself on a young woman, tears burst out of the embankment, and the monk stood up from the ground, his robe still clean and unstained.

The monk quickly walked to the child's side, "Don't cry, let the big brother take a look, okay?"

"Who are you?" the little boy looked at the monk timidly, his eyes full of vigilance.

"I'm a monk!" replied the monk.

"What is a monk?"

"A monk is a human!"

"Oh!"

The little boy looked at the monk hesitantly, and finally gave up the vigilance in his heart and staggered away.

The monk walked beside the young woman, squatted down, and gently put his fingers on the young woman's wrist, and the golden spiritual power of the fingers stretched out, circulating in the young woman's body.

There was a flash of golden light, and the young woman's body turned into golden particles and floated around, following the wind.

"Mom!" the little boy looked at this scene, and the little one, as if he understood something, screamed, and fainted.

"Alas!" the monk sighed, slowly picked up the little boy, and walked straight to the side, his eyes were misty, like a sea of stars.

"The love of the world, family affection, love, friendship, all for love, into the mortal dust, this is indispensable!"

The monk's voice was ethereal and illusory, and his figure gradually disappeared into the yellow sand.