The silence in front of the gate of the Holy City was a little scary, and everyone stared at each other, you look at me, I look at you, like a group of hungry wolves staring at each other with green eyes.

Long Yunzhou said with a dry smile: "It's an exaggeration, you have to use blood to open the door, but I don't know whose blood you want to use." In fact, he scolded Xuanyuan Yu in his heart, and said in his heart, boss, if you want to go to the blood sacrifice gate, you have to go yourself, why do you have nothing to do with the big guy.

Lin Wuxian looked at the people of the Heavenly Dao Academy coldly: "Some words are not just words, but also actions. We people in Wind Forest Villa have never been afraid of death, and in order to kill the gods, we will not blink even if we kill all the people. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, more than 20 big men rushed out of the corridor. They were naked, the hideous giant beast tattoos extended from the front chest to the back, the claws were as sharp as the blades, and Long Yunzhou even had the illusion that those claws were really flashing cold light.

Without Lin Wuxian giving another order, more than twenty strong men pulled out a horn knife from their waists. The tip of the knife slashed towards his chest without hesitation, and blood from a deep scar that could be seen in the bone sprinkled like a fountain on the gates of the Holy City.

"If you want to enter the door, you must see it with blood, and there can be no one standing under the throne. Lin Wuxian's voice was cold and ruthless, and the white feathers swirling in his eyes were already red with blood. He watched indifferently as his men sacrificed their blood to the gate in front of the throne, lonely as a sculpture that had been frozen for ten thousand years.

"It's cruel. Yun'er couldn't bear to look at it anymore, tilted her head, and leaned on Xingyue's shoulder. Xingyue gently patted her back with her hand, her picturesque eyebrows beating slightly.

"Sister Xingyue, they, are they going to die?" Yun'er began to sobbed quietly, kind people always can't see other people's lives pass in front of their eyes.

"Yes, they want to open this door with their lives, this is the cruelty of the world. Xingyue was a little gloomy, which reminded her of Phoenix, her clansmen were also guarding the exit of the demons returning to the Dragon Soul Continent with their lives, as long as her clansmen were guarding Phoenix City for a day, the demons would not be able to get out of the Dark Mountain. But that's how many lives you have to pay for.

Blood was sprinkled on the gates of the Holy City, quickly absorbed by gems of all colors. Beneath their glorious exterior lies one of the most bloodthirsty demons, thirsty for all blood that spills on it.

The blood on the chests of the strong men was sucked by the gems, and it was like a red bridge connecting from the strong men's chests to the gates of the Holy City. The gems of various colors began to change color slightly, like a girl with rouge, and a faint flush crept up to the surface.

"What kind of gem is this?, sucking blood so freely?" Long Yunzhou looked at the gems that began to reddish on the surface as if he was drunk, and in the face of the temptation of blood, the thousands of gems scattered on the huge door slowly moved together. They are fighting for their hard-earned blood and drinking to their heart's content.

"Quick, the next group of people prepare, they're going to die. "Standing mercilessly at the entrance of the Yongdao, like a messenger answering the gate of hell, sending fragile souls to the tormented execution ground one by one. His expression was the same as Lin Wuxian's, looking down on all life and death. No one would have doubted that if everyone was dead, he would not hesitate to walk to the door with a knife and slash him in the chest.

Twenty more shirtless men rushed out of the corridor, followed by a row of men dressed in ordinary Zhuang Ding clothes. Their expressions were sacred and dignified, as if this grand blood feast was the most glorious funeral of life.

The skin of the strong man standing in front of the door slowly shrank, and his originally strong body only became extremely thin after a moment. Like falling leaves swaying in the wind, they are completing the last journey of their lives.

The big men in the front row were finally sucked up the last drop of blood, and at the same time, the big men who were ready in the back slashed their chests with sharp knives. The bridge of blood continued to connect after only a brief blink, and the gems on the gates of the Holy City were cheered in unison, and there was a humming sound.

The Zhuang Ding who were standing on the side slowly dragged the dead strong man's body aside and threw it into the corner like a straw.

People have died, maybe the next one to die is themselves, at this time the corpse has no place worthy of respect, and they will soon be companions.

Such a bloody scene, let alone Yun'er and Xingyue, even Huangfu Ying and Xuanyuan Yu frowned deeply. Opening this door at the cost of human life turned out to be so evil, it really drained a person's blood.

"Elder Lin, do you really want to do this? Can't you just change the way? Isn't this too cruel?" Xuanyuan Yu looked at Lin Wuxian questioningly, his tone was already very impolite, not at all like the tone of a junior and an elder.

If Lin Wuxian had changed his usual times, he would have been very angry, and maybe he would have to exercise his rights as an elder of the outer sect. But now he was silent, as if he himself had been drained of his soul by this great feast of blood, and now he was just a walking corpse.

Xuanyuan Yu glared at Lin Wuxian viciously, he really couldn't figure out how he could do such a bloody thing as an aristocratic outer sect elder.

Fenglin Villa is also a big family that looks at the southeast, and the owner should be a nobleman with a generous and polite manner. Even if he had to sacrifice his life at the moment, he should have pushed away all his subordinates and then cut his chest and died slowly with a smile, which is the bearing that a nobleman should have.

But what is hidden under this guy's noble identity is such a cowardly selfish ghost, can this kind of bullshit guy be an elder of the outer sect and a nobleman? Xuanyuan Yu is really angry, he has never been angry.

"Master Xuanyuan, don't worry, I know what you think. But to enter the gates of the Holy City, we must sacrifice our blood. Only those who are prostrate under the throne may enter this gate. Lin Wuxian spoke quietly, and his expression was indifferent, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him.

"What a bullshit throne, what kind of king is not worth paying so many innocent lives to worship. Xuanyuan Yu shouted angrily, the people standing here and dying had nothing to do with him, and he had never seen these faces even before a stick of incense.

But he was angry, he was very angry. He was angry at Lin without a trace of disregard for human life, he was angry at the bloody cruelty of the king who lay behind the gates of the Holy City.

"Master Xuanyuan, don't be impatient. A trembling but smiling voice came from behind, Xuanyuan Yu turned around, and a man who could only walk slowly with the help of others was shaking the feather fan with his only movable hand, and looked at him with a smile.

"Are you?" Xuanyuan Yu felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"I'm a scholar, the owner's guest. The scholar's pale face seemed to be twice as swollen as usual, and his white skin seemed to be filled with a whole glass of water, and a handful of beautiful hair had fallen clean, and he couldn't recognize who he was.

Xuanyuan Yu was shocked, he couldn't have imagined that this person was the white-faced scholar who had followed Lin Wuxian to greet them. Everything seemed to have changed overnight, and only the scholar's smile remained on his lips.

"You, you, have you had plastic surgery? What kind of doctor did this for you, it's too weird, isn't it?" Long Yunzhou trembled and pointed at the scholar's face, opening his mouth wide in disbelief.

"Brother Long, I was infected by the demon poison of the Tiger Servant to become like this. The scholar shook his feather fan with a smile on his face, although he was now like a pig's head filled with water, but his look of looking down on life and death was still very admirable.

Xuanyuan Yu helplessly pushed Long Yunzhou, who was full of nonsense, behind him, and nodded to the scholar very politely: "I'm really sorry, my junior brother has some humor." ”

"It's nothing, it's nothing, Lao Tzu likes people with his character. The scholar laughed, black blood oozed from under his face, and he looked very frightened.

He was originally an open-minded person, and even if he was seriously injured by the tiger attendant on the battlefield, he still had a smile. At this moment, he had let go of everything, and he no longer had any scruples.

The scholar turned around and bowed slightly to Lin Wuxian: "Master, my time is almost up." Thank you for last night's wine, it was the sweetest wine I've ever had. ”

"You......... Are you ready?" Lin Wuxian twitched the corners of his eyes, and his eyes looked at his most loyal subordinates flatly.

"After the last glass of wine yesterday, I was already waiting. The scholar looked up and laughed, turned and walked towards the cruel gates of the Holy City.

ruthlessly pushed away Zhuang Ding, who was supporting the scholar, and in the last part of the journey, he had to accompany his friend in person. The scholar's arm was almost broken by the tiger attendant's bite, but it was not a fatal injury. What is truly deadly is that the tiger attendant's demon poison has infiltrated his body. He has been able to survive until now completely relying on his powerful true qi to fight against the erosion of demon poison, but he also clearly knows that with his own cultivation, he will not be able to escape by chance.

From the day he entered the Wind Forest Villa, he had already given his life to Lin Wuxian. The scholar picked up a fallen knife from the ground, turned his head and winked at Lin Wuxian.

He turned his head and laughed and pushed away a strong man in front of him who had been drained of blood: "Your blood is still kept, only the blood of cultivation can really feed these greedy devils." Owner, don't forget to help Lao Tzu cut him twice more when you see that devil. ”

The sharp knife slashed deep into his chest, and blood gushed out like a fountain. In the face of death, he had a mocking smile on his face.

"That's what death looks like, black flowers. It's beautiful, it's beautiful!"

Lin Wuxian stood quietly in the distance, the blood flowing from the scholar's chest had turned pale red, the tiger attendant's demon poison was really powerful, as long as there was one more day, the scholar could be turned into a demon.

Tears gently slid down Lin Wuxi's cheeks, and he clenched the rusty sword at his waist. This is the opportunity that his family has been waiting for hundreds of years, and no matter what he gives, he can't give it up.