In the center of Shake Light City, there is a gray stone altar.

The altar is large enough to hold hundreds of people.

If the corpses are piled on top of each other, a small hill can be piled up.

The blood is not red, but black, and it is constantly flowing from high to low.

Such a large amount but strangely did not overflow, and flowed to the four sides of the altar and was trapped.

The mountain of corpses and blood emitted black smoke, blending and intertwining with the gray mist in the sky above, and at first glance they were no longer distinguishable from each other.

There was also a demon armed with a blood-colored broadsword at the edge of the altar.

He leaned against the corpse, his eyes glazed over, his fingers fiddling with blood, as if waiting for something.

At this time, several demons came to a group of prisoner carts, and there were about fifty people in them, all of whom were emaciated and firmly bound by ropes.

The prisoner had never seen such a scene, and he was so frightened that he cried and begged for mercy, smelled the strong smell of blood, and kept vomiting, so that the crying was intermittent.

Only one boy hung his head and remained silent, his dirty hair obscuring his face.

The Majin guards forcibly pulled them down, grabbed them by the neck, and pressed them hard against the altar, looking like chickens sticking their heads out to be slaughtered.

The demon stood up and flicked his arm, then took up his knife and cut off a head, lifting the head and the corpse and throwing it up the hill.

His scarlet eyes widened, and he was always looking for someone to vent his anger when he was in a bad mood, and then said impatiently:

"After slaughtering for a day and two nights, Lao Tzu's arm is going to be broken, and there is no end?"

"Lord Red Blood, this is the last batch, and there will really be no more after the sacrifice. The demon nodded, and hurriedly said with a smile, "Besides, Lord Meno personally explained, this kind of thing can only be done by you." ”

When Red Blood heard Meno's name, his face softened slightly, and he said proudly:

"That's right, if you want to talk about the method of killing and leaving the soul, in this kind of ghost place where birds don't, only this demon can use it. ”

He glanced at the demons, and said in a contemptuous tone:

"This demon wants to use the technique of transforming and leaving the soul, and if you stay here, you will definitely die!"

Demons are the servants of true demons, and any true demon, even the most inferior, can decide their life and death with a single sentence. Whether they want to live or for anything else, they have to exhaust all means they can to show their humility.

The demons bowed down and said yes, but they didn't want to stay long, and quickly evacuated the place.

Red Blood spat and said an ugly word, then stepped on the prisoners' necks, and in the midst of the crying father's pleading, he thought of a good idea to pass the time, and then smiled lowly for a moment.

Although the sound has stopped, it has not changed.

Red Blood can be slashed quickly, but he deliberately uses sawing techniques, and avoids all the key points before there is nothing to saw, and only finally cuts the rest of the dead door.

The more high-pitched the scream, the more enjoyable he became, until it developed into enjoyment, the technique became more mature, the rhythm became slower and slower, one hand became a claw, one loosened and one tight, raised his face slightly, shook his head, narrowed his eyes and sang in a low voice, and even his steps had a sense of rhythm, saying that sawing wood was more like dancing.

He didn't forget to throw the pieces to the top of the corpse mountain, and the black smoke above it became a little thicker, and the mysterious power contained in it became more and more obvious.

In the end, only the silent boy remained, his head crushed in the shallowest pool of blood, one eye and one nostril still exposed, let the red blood trample on his neck, never struggled or begged for mercy, quietly waiting for the moment to come.

The red blood eyes showed a look of surprise, and when he looked at the young man's body, there was not a trace of power fluctuation in this person's body.

"Among these mortals who don't know the times, you are also different. ”

Red Blood let go of the foot pressing on the young man's neck, grabbed the placket of his coat and lifted him up, and said with a sigh or sarcasm:

"It's just a weak mortal, and he doesn't have any spiritual power in his body. I was still three points curious, why put you at the end as the eye of the formation, is it because of this courage that is not afraid of death?"

The boy opened his left eye, which had not yet been impregnated, and although there was no look in it, if you looked closely, you would find that there were countless dark spots inside, like stars hidden by thin dark clouds.

"There is no one who is immortal, and I cannot escape death today, but I do not want to escape. ”

These words are like a wisp of magic sound, teasing the listener's heart.

"You're different from me, you want to escape, but you can't. ”

Seeing this, Red Blood was angry in the bottom of his heart, and he felt that talking nonsense with a dying person was a waste of words.

"I thought you had some guts, but I didn't expect to be scared and talk crazy, mortals are cheap and dirty!"

From the fog came footsteps, and whispers:

"Leave him behind, and this seat will keep your whole body. ”

Red Blood was not too surprised, but seemed to have heard an extremely ridiculous joke, and was immediately provoked to laugh, and even the surrounding space vibrated with it.

After laughing, he immediately looked at the place suddenly, and without stopping the movement of his hand, he pressed the blade against the young man's throat.

For this mortal who is the eye of the formation, he can't do it as casually as before, and he must go through a series of treatments before he can complete the formation.

The man was a young man of about 20 years old.

Red Blood stared at it.

The young man was dressed in blue, and although his face was ordinary, he was unusually calm and calm, and his face still did not change when he saw this terrifying corpse mountain. He seemed to have a strange power wrapped around him, and even the gray mist had to make way for it.

This kind of inexplicable existence is always inexplicably palpitating.

"This demon had long been aware that someone was coming, but he didn't expect to dare to come and intercept the things of the demon clan. The red blood laughed suddenly, opened his scarlet eyes, and shouted in a deep voice, "Mortals have always been arrogant and ignorant since ancient times!"

The young man seemed to be wandering in his own garden as casually, and did not directly respond to Red Blood's words, but looked at the corpse mountain and nodded:

"Killing the soul without destroying the soul, sealing the blood and turning the altar, and storing the body of the imprisoned soul, it is well preserved, and it is also done well, saving the seat a lot of hands and feet. ”

Seeing that he couldn't even stop, Red Blood was angry for a while, so he pushed the young man away, and held the blood knife obliquely to draw a round of blood-colored full moon towards the comer.

Unlike the time it takes to absorb the three qi when you first see it, as soon as this blood-colored full moon comes out, it has a considerable size, and the space where it passes is greatly torn.

At this time, his face suddenly changed, and he said gloomily: "Your breath is vain, your soul is incomplete, you must have gone elsewhere!"

Red Blood majored in the method of cultivating the soul, and saw that there were clues in this person, and he faintly had a bad feeling.

The young man's footsteps still didn't stop, and he blocked the full moon with a finger of his hand, and suddenly there was a harsh friction sound.

With one more finger, the Blood Moon will be crushed.

Red Blood's heart sank, although that blow was not strong, it was really unbelievable that it was blocked so easily.

He immediately took a step, intending to fight the young man in close quarters.

The figure was already elongated by this time.