Legend has it that the hell is a desperate region, dark and lightless, and there is a violent atmosphere that breeds a fierce and vicious ghost, called "Rakshasa".

This demon is ambitious, fierce and untamable, and wants to become the head of all demons and overturn hell, but he was defeated by the hands of the king of Jizo, so he fled to the world.

In the middle of the sixteenth century, Japan implemented the shogunate system, the general was autocratic and domineering, so that the mourning was all over the wilderness, the lives were devastated, the resentment of the world was overwhelming, the Rakshasa took advantage of the weakness to enter, demagoguery, under the vicious edification and infection, all the people then worshiped the Rakshasa as a god, opened a sect, so it was called "Rakshasa Religion".

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Kyoto, Rakshasa Shrine, Rakshasa Fort.

On the occasion of the annual Rakshasa Festival, all the high-level and middle-level members of the sect need to be present to judge the merits and deeds and punish the crimes and punishments based on the merits and losses of the past year.

These people, without exception, are not only masters and good players in the rivers and lakes, but also are regarded as guests by the underworld forces of various countries.

Over the years, the shady business of Southeast Asian countries has required the approval of the "Rakshasa Sect" so that they can operate with peace of mind, and the proof is the "Rakshasa Order".

Those who receive the order will be able to obtain the right to operate for one year, and if someone violates it, wherever the "Rakshasa Sect" goes, the chickens and dogs will not be left, and there will be no forgiveness for killing.

It is precisely because of such ferocious and bloody killing methods that the famous "Rakshasa Sect" has been created, which has made all parties talk about tigers.

In the Rakshasa Castle, the festival is still being prepared, and before the auspicious time arrives, there are already many singers who have entered the festival, all of them are graceful, walking with the floats, and there are bands beating drums.

It's lively outside, but it's quiet inside.

In an ancient wooden building in the fort, there is nothing else to be seen, and in the empty and quiet space, there is only a black chair with a strange shape and a strict system placed in the center, symbolizing its uniqueness, supreme and mighty.

And the one who can sit here and sit on this big chair should naturally be the only person here.

He is the leader of the "Rakshasa Sect", the evil god of fire clouds.

But on the wooden chair, a figure was surrounded by waves of fire, floating in the air, with a red cloak behind him and a hideous Rakshasa mask on his face, and a pair of fierce and terrifying eyes in the dark eye hole were condescendingly overlooking everything in the Rakshasa Castle.

It is rumored that on the day he was born, he had a vision from the sky, and the fire clouds covered the top, and he was regarded by the elders of the sect as the hope of the Rakshasa Sect to be strong, and it was destined to be extraordinary.

Quiet, the ultimate quiet.

Even if the fire waves around the Fire Cloud Evil God were rolling and the cloak was flying, there was no abnormal sound, and the silence around him could be heard, and even everything outside did not have a trace of movement coming in.

Seeing that the time of the festival was getting closer and closer, the fire wave rolled and pushed, and the fire cloud evil god slowly floated forward a few feet, and then let go of his feet and walked out.

Now that the Rakshasa Sect is based in the East, except for Xiangjiang, the underworld forces in Southeast Asian countries all respect him and worship him, which is indeed a lot stronger.

But it's not enough.

The higher a person walks and sits, the more he can feel the sense of crisis that will never be recovered if he is not careful, and there are many people in the world who hope that he will fall down and be destroyed in one day, so he has to go further and sit higher.

"Tsk, good idea. A person, a person who has the power to the rivers and lakes and controls countless lives to kill and take away, once he is in a high position, he will be satisfied with the status quo and enjoy what he has not enjoyed in the past, and then they will be afraid of losing and fearing what they have now; And you still want to go further, I have to say that just this idea is destined to make you different and have the potential to surpass the common people. ”

The Fire Cloud Evil God was walking outward, but when he was about to step out of the door, he remembered a light voice behind him, very light and steady, with some appreciative smiles.

The Fire Cloud Evil God paused, and the eyes that seemed to be burning with two cold, blue and blood-stained ghost fires were first condensed at this moment, then shocked, and then his pupils shrank suddenly.

Then, the two ghost fires in his eyes instantly burned even bigger, like a bear fire, about to burn out of his eyes, and the masks on Ying's face became cold and vicious, fierce and evil.

He slowly turned his head and looked at his seat.

On that big chair, I don't know when, a person sat silently.

The man crossed his legs, his elbows against the wooden chair, a white and bony right hand supporting his white cheeks, tilted his head, leaned back, and was casually watching everything outside the building, his long black and white hair hanging in the air, wearing an old light cyan shirt.

Coincidentally, this person also had a Rakshasa mask on his face, which was a hideous and grotesque face.

The Fire Cloud Evil God turned around, his eyes were cold, the qi around his body was already brewing, his hair was flying, and between the drumming of his cloak, he suddenly saw the blue energy looming in the palms of his hands, and then the energy turned from blue to white.

It's just that he shook his hands, and the white light suddenly disappeared.

The Fire Cloud Evil God put his hands behind his back, and his burly and tall body gave people the illusion of condescension, as well as a strong sense of oppression looking down from a high place.

He was about to speak, but the man in the chair turned his head and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Who am I?" The eyes of the Huoyun Evil God narrowed sharply, and then opened widely, "I sneaked into the Rakshasa Castle, but I don't know who this seat is?" So, who are you? ”

The green shirt guest turned his head, slowly sat down, pressed his hands on the chair, and groaned for a while, before looking at the other party, and said in a rather serious tone: "Then you are wrong, I didn't sneak in, I walked in openly, as for who I am, I am ...... The Evil God of Fire Cloud. ”

Hearing this, the fire in the eyes of the Fire Cloud Evil God seemed to be constantly jumping and shrinking due to the change in his mood, he snorted gloomily, and asked rhetorically, "You said that you are the Fire Cloud Evil God?" ”

The green-shirted guest replied lightly: "This is nature, isn't it considered a fire cloud evil god to sit on this chair?" ”

The Fire Cloud Evil God, who has always been ruthless and does not smile, is known as the reincarnation of the Rakshasa at this time, and grinned, laughing silently, laughing very cruelly, and said in his mouth: "Yes, this chair can only be sat on by the 'Fire Cloud Evil God', and I don't know how many people in the world dream of sitting on this chair." ”

Speaking of this in one breath, the ghost fire in the eyes of the Huoyun Evil God had quickly turned from green to red, and a fierce evil aura emanated from his body, and then he said coldly: "However, there is a price for sitting on it. ”

The green-shirted man let out an "oh" and asked with a casual smile, "What?" ”

"Your life!"

As soon as the words came out, the Fire Cloud Evil God flashed, and a cloud of white energy gushed out of his body, and everything around him was instantly reflected as if it were a pale void.

"Well said."

And the green-shirted guest on the chair also stood up, and when he got up, a cloud of black light gushed out behind him, black as an ink wave, like a dark tide, and the demonic qi was tumbling and surging, which was the Dao Heart Demon Dafa.

In the world outside the building, the building is like another world, only black and white collide with each other.

The Fire Cloud Evil God was secretly frightened, this person could not only peek through the thoughts in his heart, but his momentum was also extraordinary, unfathomable, and he came out of nowhere, and he also sneaked into the Rakshasa Fort silently, as if he was by his side before.

The mind turned sharply, he had already moved, his palms were raised, and he immediately turned red, and the fire waves around his body reappeared, gathering from all directions, and moving in the palm, the palm surging like a fire cloud descended into the world, and the domineering fire turned back between square inches, and the person in front of him was a palm.

It is the stunt that he relied on to become famous, "Fire Cloud Palm".

The palm power was in front, and the pale energy suddenly surged, followed by the former for temptation, and the latter for the killing move.

This skill is one of the four great gods of Shaolin, the "Yijin Sutra", which is divided into seven weeks, namely the first, second, red, yellow, blue, white, and black seven realms, called "seven-level floating slaughter".

And what he exerted was the sixth week, the power of the "white level".

As soon as the move was sacrificed, I suddenly saw a strong momentum coming through the body, approaching the green-shirted guest three feet away.

Seeing this, the green-shirted guest was not in a hurry, his feet stepped forward, but he saw the demonic qi rolling outside his body, and let the two qi fall on his chest, not dodging or dodging, and the power he became was like a spring breeze, just raising a few strands of hair.

He kept his feet, the first step landed, his muscles and bones crackled, and he couldn't stop singing; As soon as the two steps fell, the muscles and flesh of the whole body squirmed, and the golden light was hidden; After three steps, there is already energy all over the body, followed by the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, then the ninth, and tenth.

Only in the constricted pupils of the Fire Cloud Evil God, as soon as ten steps fell, the black qi surging outside the body of the opponent in front of him, gathered and condensed, and turned into a huge bronze bell phantom, hanging and turning, enveloping the whole body.

"Bell jar?"

The Fire Cloud Evil God squinted his eyes and made a cold sound, and with a twist of his hands, the cloak behind his back stood like a flame flying up, and a stream of black gas rushed out of his body.

Black-level Floating Massacre.

And what frightened the Fire Cloud Evil God the most was the shock brought by this person's previous ten steps.

is also one of the four great magic skills of Bodhidharma, he can see that this person has not practiced the traces of "Golden Bell Jar" at all, but every time he steps down, this person will break through a level, and after ten steps, the twelfth layer of the Golden Bell Jar entrance is actually a breath to reach the tenth level.

But it's only the tenth level.

"Well, you're entitled to die at my hands."

Seeing that the green-shirted guest stopped, the fire cloud evil god no longer retained, and strived to kill with one blow, rushed out in a few steps, and rose in the air, surrounded by the power of the black-level floating slaughter, and the energy was all over the body, and the two fists were clenched, and when they approached, they had turned into several phantoms out of thin air, and their fists and feet swept horizontally, falling on the dark bell shadow like a storm.

Bang bang bang......

Between the lightning and flint, the evil god of Huoyun seemed to see the flaw in the door, flew and jumped to the top of the green shirt's head, and pecked the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head with a crane's beak with his left hand, and the strength in his hand was infused.

But when he saw a peck in the air, his energy instantly penetrated the bell shadow and landed on the top of the green shirt's head.

It was a golden bell jar with amazing momentum, but it collapsed in an instant.

"The bell jar? Mess! ”

Seeing that the Huoyun Evil God had a trick to break through the door, his left hand slid down, taking his neck, and with the other hand, he untied the cloak, and when he threw it in the air, the cloak instantly wrapped the green-shirted guest in front of him tightly.

At this point, the green-shirted man who had not made a move could still laugh, looked at each other, and opened his mouth as he looked at the Fire Cloud Evil God in front of him.

"Not bad!"

The Fire Cloud Evil God suddenly shook his body, and the figure in front of him drifted away like dust, and the voice actually came from the big chair.

He looked at it again, only to wake up like a dream, his shoulders trembled, and he didn't feel a shock.

He was still standing at the door, wrapped in his own cloak, holding his throat with one hand, and on the big chair, a figure sat upright, with a chaotic brilliance in his eyes, and never moved.

What's that...... I have something I want to discuss with my book friends and ask for opinions, isn't there a Gu Long essay recently, and then should I try it? Just looking for the feeling of the rivers and lakes.,Of course, if you don't agree, I won't write it.,If you write, you should prepare carefully.,It won't affect the update.。

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