Chapter 9: A Blood Sacrifice Kills Heaven and Earth

The vitality is extinguished, the ghost is flying, this is today, the scene of the holy land of Buddhism.

Finish one person, standing in the center of the field, like the demon king Shura, covered in blood. A pair of eyes were even more crimson, scanning around, just being watched by it, and the timid ones were going to collapse directly on the ground.

"Ha ......" shouted at the end, and the blood mist was monstrous, showing immeasurable magic power.

The blood curtain surged, forming an extremely strong energy storm, like mountains and seas collapsing the sky, if the universe trembled, it would wipe out all the surrounding areas, presenting a clear space.

At the end, he chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! What the poor monk did today is a righteous thing, for the sake of the common people in the world, please all of you present to die calmly." ”

Killing Tie Tang with a thousand hands, he pointed his finger and scolded loudly: "Bah! Thief bald donkey, I saw you before, you are also a generation of monks, you look like a dog, it turns out, it is all pretended!"

Ye Feng also scolded: "This is true, it is difficult to draw dragons and tigers, and it is difficult to draw bones, and you know people and faces but do not know your heart!

Everyone present was furious, their livers were burning, and they were all cursing.

Only the two senior monks of Jinding Temple, suddenly saw this sudden change, couldn't bear it, and their faces were full of disappointment.

Lichen took a few steps forward and asked: "Senior brother, Buddhism is compassionate and taboos killing, what reason do you have to do such a thing that hurts nature and reason?"

The matter has come to this point, and the end has no intention of answering, let alone explaining, but just said: "Senior brother, forgive me, what I did today is for the common people in the world." Even if I fall into the devil's path, junior brother, I will never regret it!"

Lichen laughed bitterly, pointed to the side, looked at the scene of the sea of blood from afar, and asked loudly: "What a common man in the world, this is your common life?"

Bloody, bloody and scattered, where is the scene of the world, it is clearly a corner of purgatory.

On the earth, there are countless sword marks, forming criss-crossing ravines, and in the deep ditches, there is blood flowing sideways, flowing in all directions along the lines, and the scene is terrifying.

More often than not, there are lying corpses, staring at them, as if they are shouting to the sky, complaining about the injustice of heaven.

Not far away, the world approached Guo, and he had already speculated, and asked, "Senior Brother Guo, what you have seen in the past few days, do you know anything about the behavior of the senior brother?"

He turned his head, but he just dodged it, and it was not easy to answer.

At this time, the end was towards the fruit, his face was indifferent, he couldn't see the slightest joy, anger and sorrow, and there was no wave, and he asked quietly: "Senior brother, can you bring the things you should bring?"

He didn't speak, he was silent. He knew what he was asking, but he didn't know and didn't answer.

Obviously, the evil method of ending the blood sacrifice wants to make up for the past mistakes and restore the vitality of the earth. And to do this, the first thing is to collect the energy flow that was dispersed by the White Deer Divine Beast at the beginning.

Now, the Blood Bodhi and Ange are all here, and what is missing is the one that the fruit has collected.

He understood that once he handed over the things, a catastrophe would inevitably be unavoidable.

But at the same time, although he was unwilling to hand over things, he also did not want to settle with them. After all, they were at fault for what happened at the beginning, and although they did badly, they were atoning for their sins.

To give or not to give, in the face of that difficult choice, this time, the fruit chose not to act.

Or in other words, it has already been decided not to hand over the holy lotus. Because, at this time, his apprentice had already gone to the location of Han Xuanming's other clone, and at this time, it was time to hand over the things to him.

Li Guo thought in his heart: "If it weren't for my Holy Lotus, Senior Brother, he would still be able to succeed and launch a blood sacrifice, then...... This is the providence of God, and I can't stop it, and I can't stop it. ”

The heaviness of the heart is all pressed on the chest, and the mood at the moment can be imagined. Looking up to the sky and sighing, Liguo sighed: "Everything, it still has to be seen, what is the will of heaven?"

After seeing the fruit, he never spoke, frowned and asked again: "Did you bring that thing?"

Seeing the fruit, he was still silent, no matter how stupid Rao was, he should have understood, and after thinking about it for a while, he blurted out: "Fa Yin, it's that little monk! You asked him to send the lotus flower away!"

Recalling what I had seen and heard for days, I thought about it thoroughly.

The little monk of Nafain was originally a disciple of Liguo, and he was also the only disciple. It's just that after Liguo left the Jinding Temple, he left Nafa Yin in the temple and did not take it away.

This little monk has always been timid and afraid, but since he was caught by An Ge, he has repeatedly disobeyed the meaning of the end, and he has been in direct contact with An Ge.

The monks in the temple could not go down the mountain easily, but a few days ago, Fa Yin left the temple several times.

After returning to the monastery, it was even more obvious that Fa Yin felt a hint of lotus breath, and it was obvious that he had gone down the mountain to see the fruit.

Today's demon slaying conference, all the monks of Jinding Temple came out, and even the fruit returned, only the cause of the law was gone.

Thinking of this, he asked loudly: "What is the relationship between you and that little monk, that you trust him so much, and pass on such an important thing to him?"

In the face of the end of the question, the fruit was still silent and did not answer.

"Do you know what you're doing? I've been planning for years, and I'm going to destroy it all in your hands?"

The dispute between these two people made the people around them take a lot of precautions against the fruit, thinking that in order to achieve the end of the fruit, the two of them went all the way.

Han Xuanming stood in the distance, hearing the quarrel between the two, he was also puzzled.

He knew the existence of the Blood Bodhi, and he also knew that the fruit was also collecting the energy of the white deer, but as for the matter of the Buddha Lotus, he didn't know. As for Fa Yin, Han Xuanming remembered that when he first visited Jinding Temple, he saw that little monk in the middle of the night.

It turned out that Han Xuanming here was just one of his clones, and the other clone was still in the east of Bailu Peak, on the Qinglong seat, in the magic circle.

Although the doppelgangers are one, they are separated after all, and what they see, think, and feel are all different, and unless the two are one, or one of them dies, they can share each other's perception.

Therefore, for what happened on the Qinglong throne, Han Xuanming did not know for the time being.

Lichen's face was full of sorrow, and he turned towards the end, and said bitterly: "Senior brother, turn back to the shore, stop it as soon as possible!"

The world also persuaded: "Senior brother, I know that you may have a last resort. But in the end, the slaughter has been planted, and it is impossible for us and other Buddhists to stand idly by. ”

The dust and the world, all around the two of them, there are thousands of acres of Buddha light spinning, ready to shoot at any time, and said in unison: "If you don't stop, don't blame me and wait, and kill demons on behalf of the sky!"

"No matter what, today, I have no way out, blood sacrifice, it is imperative!" After ending the cold voice, he had already made up his mind, and then said: "Even if there is no rest of the energy flow, I must do it!"

After that, there was no hesitation at the end, and the demonic aura was mighty.

The blood light was thousands of weights, rolling up from its body, like thousands of heavenly knives, rushing in all directions. The sky is full of bloody knives, invincible, and everyone is the target of its attack.

A trace of black mist emerged from the closed celestial spirit cover, turning into ghosts and resentful spirits, floating in the sky, extremely strange, terrifying, and hairy.

The people around knew that the end was about to erupt, and they were unwilling to die without restraint, and they all rushed forward like a swarm.

In the face of the attacking master, the end did not accept the move, and jumped up and rushed towards the bottom of the blood Bodhi. When he came to the bottom of the lotus, he turned his knot at the lotus, and raised his hand with a palm.

"Ten Thousand Souls Blood Sacrifice!"

There was a roar, and the atmosphere of the scene immediately boiled, and the immeasurable blood hit the sky.

Immediately, with a wave of the knotting handle, the blood-stained monk's robe flew in all directions. Suddenly, the blood that had originally flowed on the ground began to beat, as if countless fireflies were gathering and rushing towards the sky intensively.

The blood condensed, like thousands of rivers returning to the sea, bit by bit, gathered together, like an inverted pot lid shrouded, covering everything and shrouding this place.

High in the sky, there seems to be a large pool of blood suspended, blooming with a strange blood-colored brilliance, sad and beautiful, endless and terrifying.

Qiankun is only a piece of red, there is no trace of variegation, and some are just the depth and lightness of red.

Standing below the Blood Bodhi, he looked up and saw the little fox suppressed above. Or, at this time, the little fox is already a nine-tailed sky fox.

In the closing eyes, a line of killing light condensed, as if he could kill people directly with his eyes, towards the little fox, revealing a fierce blood light, and said cruelly: "It's all you, it's my good thing!"

"In this way, I will also turn into one of the ten thousand dead souls in the lotus!" With that, he raised his hand and pointed towards the Blood Bodhi.

Suddenly, the blood light surged, and a thick beam of blood light shot out from the blood-dripping lotus flower, red and gorgeous, bright and sad.

Between heaven and earth, there seems to be an earth-shattering change.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, without the slightest buffer, and the little fox was blown away by the bloody light, like a broken sack, covered in blood, and all the muscles and bones were shattered, turning back to its original appearance, and his life was afraid that it would be difficult to protect.

"Let's die!" he raised his finger again towards the little fox, and his fingertips flew bloody.

"Little stupid!" Han Xuanming exclaimed, threw the silver spirit in his hand, and headed towards the blood light, and at the same time flew up, catching the little fox, and had already opened the inner world and included it.

For Han Xuanming's actions, he didn't stop it, standing in place, bathing under the blood lotus, it seemed that something was brewing.

Vaguely, you can see that between the thick blood and qi, behind the end, there is a fierce shadow suspended, and a pair of eyes are opened, which is an endless flash of red light, which is extremely tragic.

"Woo......"

The voice of the ghost crying wolf sounded, like the sound of a bell, as if it spread from the depths of the heart, so that the big people present couldn't help but tremble and be creepy.

A thousand souls are terrified, and all souls tremble!

Looking at the people around him, he couldn't help but smile and said: "Although it will take a while for the blood sacrifice to be fully launched, no matter what, the result will not change, there is only one, and that is ......."

"Today, everyone who comes here must die!" said the eerie voice, reaching everyone's ears.

Han Xuanming raised his eyes to look at the sky, there was also a fierce light flashing in his eyes, worried and angry, and his voice was condensed: "The last moment is coming!"

The sky is also cold, the earth is also broken, and the sky is full of red rain and blood like a spring. A blood sacrifice slaughtered the heavens and the earth, and tens of thousands of corpses and bones floated in a pool of blood.