In front of the Thousand Buddha Caves in Hangu Pass, the bloody clothes are waiting for the black unicorn and the strategists, standing on the top of a mountain, and the cliff Ten Thousand Buddha Caves in the distance are brightly lit.

The fire of those Buddha caves is reflected on the body of the Buddha statues, so that those Buddha statues have an extra sense of divinity.

It was pitch black where they were standing at this moment, and they couldn't see their fingers.

"Emperor Luo Ming wouldn't believe it so easily, so he would send a large number of Deadpools here, but he still underestimated my bloody clothes!"

Bloody Wait's hair was still a little cold in the night wind, and a pair of eyes bloomed in the night, like a sword, which made people's hearts chill.

The advisor beside him never said a word, but accompanied him to look at the temple complex that was burning under the thousands of Buddha caves in front of him.

On tonight's fifteenth Lantern Festival, the Thousand Buddha Temple is full of swords, and many monks' heads have been cut off.

"Taking the blood of the monks of the Thousand Buddha Temple as a sacrifice, the abnormality of the Eight Methods of the Blood Emperor is aroused, and the evil thoughts in his heart are aroused, and this method cannot be detected even if he thinks about it. ”

The night wind gusted, blowing the scorching smell of the burning temples below and the smell of blood into their noses, and the strategist's voice sounded in a silent silence: "Hou Ye is not afraid of being discovered by that one?"

"Hehe, what if you find out? Now the human race is controlled by a god race, and wants to use the beings of heaven and earth as pawns to manipulate us and others? Does he really think that we are all ants?"

Hearing these words from the bloody waiter, the strategist's face finally changed.

From the time they came to the border pass, he always thought that the bloody clothes came to the border pass to take over the Changning Hou to face the demon clan army, but at this time, the bloody clothes told him that he had never thought about starting a war with the demon clan in the first place.

This is a powerful impact for a strategist.

"Master Hou, this Yuntou matter is not something we can meddle in at all, if we don't get it right, it will be a catastrophe, although we have Wen Xian Master in our hands, and we are not afraid of this, but you also know that the protector has suffered at the hands of that person, even if the Wen Immortal Master is not weaker than the protector, but there is also a lot of trouble, it is very likely to put us all into it!" "The strategist has been following Xueyihou for most of his life, and no matter what has happened over the years, he has been thinking about Xueyihou, so at this moment he has not concealed or worded these words at all.

"Even if we don't do something now, when the Protoss and the Demon Clan come back from that place completely, then we are not going to end up in a situation where we will never recover, why don't we fight for it? The boy of the Demon Clan can have a deal with the Protoss, why can't we trade with the Demon Clan? If we want to survive in this world in the future, if we don't fight for it, we can only be crushed to death like ants!"

The sound of the wind and the bloody clothes was cold, making people's bones chill.

On the streets of Kyoto, Li Cheng and the monks walked forward, and they sat down at a tea shop in front of the Zhongding Tower.

Tonight is the Lantern Festival, so there are a lot of people on the street, and some stall vendors still have no intention of closing their stalls.

There are many people drinking tea in the tea shop, and Dr. Tea's heels have not fallen to the ground, not shuttling back and forth, adding tea to the guests.

The storyteller invited by the shop is telling some ancient myths and stories, which are no strangers to the people of Kyoto, but for these guests with a single entertainment program, listening to these ancient myths, drinking tea and soup, and enjoying the street lights is still a very pleasant thing.

Li Cheng and the monk sat in the tea shop drinking tea, and their eyes always fell on the Zhongding Tower not far away.

The bell tower was built 500 years ago, and the house on the top of the building has a combination of a big tripod and a big bell, and I don't know how the people who built this building thought about it, and made such a special building.

This building has existed in Kyoto for 500 years and has been controlled by the Taiwa sect, and the dignitaries and dignitaries of Kyoto like to come here to gather.

Tonight, this bell tower was wrapped up by the Marquis of Changning.

Most of the dignitaries and dignitaries in Kyoto came to the Zhongding Tower at the invitation of the Marquis of Changning, because most of the dignitaries and dignitaries in Kyoto came to the Zhongding Tower, so the defense of the Zhongding Tower tonight is extremely strong.

The entire Zhongding Tower was guarded by the Praetorian Guards of the Imperial City, and the dignitaries and dignitaries in the Zhongding Tower were the mainstays of the Purple Cloud Empire, if something went wrong, it would be an unimaginable loss for the Purple Cloud Empire.

Looking at the Praetorian Guards and City Patrol Guards in front of Zhong Dinglou, Li Cheng's brows furrowed into a deep Sichuan character: "With such an arrangement, how easy is it for us to go in and perform that forbidden technique?"

They had been sitting in the tea shop for two or three hours, but they had never found the slightest opportunity to enter the Zhongding Tower.

This made Li Chengxin more and more impatient.

"If Emperor Luo Ming successfully cultivates the Eight Methods of the Blood Emperor tonight, how easy is it for me to take revenge?" The conversation between the two has always been in the spirit, so outsiders can't detect it at all.

Hearing Li Cheng's words, the monk recited Amitabha Buddha, and then said: "Donor, revenge is not the whole of your life, you should learn to let go, as for us to come here today, it is just for the common people in the world, in order to subdue demons!"

"I said master, what's the difference?" Regarding the monk's words, Li Cheng rolled his eyes angrily: "I take care of subduing demons and subduing demons, anyway, tonight we must let Emperor Luo Ming suffer a backlash!"

Time passes slowly like flowing water, and the distance is getting closer and closer, but the defense in front of Zhongding Tower is still very tight.

"Or, let's break in!" Gritting his teeth, Li Cheng stood up, took the teacup and drank the tea, and said to the monk.

"Break in, this is just looking for death!" the monk looked up without raising his head, and replied unhurriedly.

"However, if we don't break through, we are really going to miss the opportunity tonight!" Li Cheng said unwillingly.

"Donor, don't worry, variables will naturally come, and the opportunities that belong to us will also come!" The monk took a shallow sip of the tea on the table.

After the monk's words fell, there was finally a change in front of Zhong Ding Tower, and a scholar in a Confucian shirt strode to the front of Zhong Ding Tower, and then fought with those city patrol guards and Praetorian Guards without a word.

"Uncle Wu?" When the scholar was fighting with those Praetorian Guards and City Patrol Guards, Li Cheng saw the scholar's appearance clearly.

At this time, the scholar who appeared in front of Zhong Dinglou was Wu Mingyu, a scholar in the great power view, and the author of "Southern Emperor Zunjing Huairen Zhili".

In front of the Zhongding Tower, the scholar's hand was like waves, and those Praetorian Guards and City Patrol Guards were like dead leaves like the wind, constantly being sent flying.

His appearance lasted for a long time, causing chaos in front of Zhongding Tower.

When there was chaos in front of the Zhongding Tower, the dignitaries and dignitaries in the Zhongding Tower were also alarmed and rushed out of the Zhongding Tower.

"Who is downstairs? Don't you tie your hands to arrest?" Changning Hou was defeated and retreated in the war at the border pass, and his momentum had already fallen to the extreme, and now he looked a lot older from Beijing, and at this moment he stood in the building and shouted, a little less majestic and a little more twilight.

The scholar in front of Zhong Dinglou didn't pay attention to Changning Hou's shouting, on the contrary, the shots became more and more cracked, and the bluestone ground under his feet flew up one after another under his momentum, suspended around him, and danced with him to smash the soldiers around him.

Whoever wipes it is not a person who turns it on his back.

"Boy, if you don't do it yet, when will you wait?" When Li Cheng of the tea shop was in a daze, the monk's voice rang in his ears, waking him up from his daze.

He had been to the Great Power View and wanted to see Wu Mingyu, but in the end he was closed, he thought that Wu Mingyu would not help him anymore, but he didn't expect that at such a critical juncture today, he would actually walk out of the Great Power View.

"Thank you!" saluted the Confucian scholars who were in the army not far away, and Li Cheng then walked out of the tea shop with the monk and headed towards the Zhongding Tower.

In the Imperial Palace, Emperor Luo Ming crossed his knees on the futon in the Palace of Nourishing Hearts, and eight large bronze jars were placed around him, which were full of blood and water.

This blood is human blood.

At this moment, Emperor Luo Ming breathed and breathed, the pores of his body opened and closed, and the blood of the vat continued to sink into his pores under the devouring power of his body.

As he sat down, blood-colored flames burned, and at this moment he felt as if he was in the Dan Furnace.

"The Eight Methods of the Blood Emperor, Gong Shen Creation, in just a few hours, has made my cultivation refined to the peak of the Heaven Breaking Realm, and if it continues like this, it is not a dream for me to enter the emperor level!"

Practice, Emperor Luo Ming's heart was full of joy.

When he thought of it in his heart, the Void suddenly popped out of the figures with black qi all over their bodies, these figures had a Brahma brand, and after they drilled out of the Void, they rushed towards the location of Emperor Luo Ming.

When these figures rushed towards Emperor Luo Ming, Emperor Luo Ming didn't know anything about it, his eyes were closed, and he was still breathing wholeheartedly.

"Emperor Luoming, you actually slaughtered my entire temple, we curse you for not dying well in your life, curse you for dying, curse your dynasty for decay and collapse!"

A resentful voice swirled in the hall, gathering but not dispersing, these figures rushing out of the void flew everywhere in the hall, and the black smoke swirled and the blood of the vat sank into the body of Emperor Luo Ming.

Emperor Luo Ming, who was concentrating on cultivation, began to look hideous after these figures appeared.

"What, what's wrong?" he opened his eyes blankly, and the next moment he saw figures circling around in the hall, and then his eyes began to turn into two bottomless black holes.

"I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat, ┄"

After Luo Minghuang's eyes turned into a bottomless black hole, a creepy ho sound sounded in his throat.