Where the world was opened, Pangu's navel turned into a sea of blood, where the filthy qi of the world gathered. ±

There are three innate beings born in the sea of blood, one is the Styx Ancestor, and the other is the two creatures born in the blood cocoon, one large and one small.

The blood cocoon is born in the true spirit of the sea of blood, and when you are born, you can completely master the sea of blood and become a hero.

The Styx Ancestor was the first to produce spiritual wisdom, and he was unwilling to let the sea of blood be owned by others. Feng Dao Ancestor Hongjun is in line with the Heavenly Dao, the heaven and the earth have changed greatly, and he uses the power of the change of heaven and earth to impact the blood cocoon, and successfully flushes the big blood cocoon into the blood sea, so that he can slowly control the vacated control of the blood sea.

The blood cocoon that was washed away by the sea of blood was shattered by the power of the Heavenly Dao, sprinkled in all directions, and a little true spirit turned into a blood demon without destroying it, and threw himself into the demon garden.

It could have been a rare powerful creature in heaven and earth, but it was wiped out by the power of the Heavenly Dao, and it was congenitally damaged, and it became the lowest existence in the cultivation world, and it was bullied.

The fate of the ill-fated finally took a turn, and the blood demon was adopted by a fox demon and named Shura, and began his new life.

And another blood cocoon in the sea of blood has the power of the sea of blood to break the cocoon and transform into shape, the innate strength is extraordinary, and with the innate power, the aura of the blood sea is turned into life, called the Rakshasa clan, and the self-proclaimed Rakshasa King.

coincided with the Wu Clan's entry into the Great 6 of the Flood Wilderness, sweeping all directions, and the goal was directly aimed at the sea of blood. The Styx Ancestor could not come out of retreat, and the Rakshasa King killed thousands of miles with blood with the power of one person, and his reputation shocked the world.

Until 3,600 years later, the Shura and Rakshasa kings, who were supposed to be brothers in the same line, became enemies for various reasons. The cause and effect are getting bigger and bigger, until today, Shura has killed the Rakshasa clan and devoured all the blood and qi to achieve the realm of the emperor.

In that crystal-like stone, Shura saw everything that happened in his life, even before he became a blood demon.

That little by little, imprinted in his heart, as if all the memories in his life had been awakened. He knew it wasn't a hallucination. It's something that was really born.

The stone in the palm of the Rakshasa woman's hand is a rare strange stone dust stone in the world, which has no terrible aura and power, and cannot refine magic weapons or elixirs, but it has the ability that no other magic weapon can have: it can make people see their past lives, thus evoking the memories of another life.

The so-called dust light stone is to brush away the dust light in the memory of life. Let a qiē glow.

And the qiē in Shura's memory shows that if you want to use the power of blood, the Rakshasa King should be his own brother, the real brother. And whether it is the Rakshasa prince or the Rakshasa marshal, the countless Rakshasa clans who fell under the blood-colored Zen staff and the blood-shadow mad knife should be their own clansmen.

If it weren't for the Dust Light Stone, Shura would not have thought that even Deathmatch would have such a relationship. And the arrival of this truth made him heartbroken. and even the soul is broken.

When the moment when the memory returned to the original point and rushed towards the chaos, and it was about to reach the moment before the opening of the sky, Shura finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out a heart-rending shout.

"Ahh

Looking up to the sky with a long roar, the breath was surging, and the dust stone in the Rakshasa woman's hand could not withstand such power, and there was a bang. Turned into powder. Between the flying dust, Shura's aura began to shake and fluctuate. Unable to subside.

His eyes were red, as if he had fallen into a fantasy and couldn't extricate himself.

At this moment, something suddenly flew out of the blood sea channel, and in the middle of the circle, the immeasurable red blood-like power condensed a little and hit Shura. Peanut 12 petals, innate breath. It was the Twelve Rank Blood Lotus.

The condensed little red light is the karmic divine light unique to the twelve-rank blood lotus, which can make people deeply trapped in the wrong things they have done, unable to extricate themselves, and entangled by karma. It's hard to get back.

At this time, Shura's mind was blank because of the sudden truth, and how did he know how to dodge. The Blood Evil Buddha behind him flashed with a fierce light in his eyes, and he felt that something was wrong, so he rushed forward and swung his blood-colored Zen staff and smashed it down.

It's a pity that he was originally condensed with a killing aura, and it was precisely by karma that he was restrained, and at the moment of the fight, the blood-colored Zen staff collapsed, and even he himself became an illusion, unable to do anything more.

The blood light was like a sword, directly hitting the Shura Purple Mansion, causing him to tremble, and circles of red light appeared around him. It's not the power of his blood cultivation, it's the blood lotus karma.

In this life, Shura doesn't care about the eyes of the world, nor does he care about the so-called fame and power, the only thing he cares about is his relatives: Ah Cao and Zhaoming.

The blood demon is an innate spirit, although it is not the only one in the world, but like the fire devouring demon to which Zhaoming belongs, it is also rare in the world, so that it is difficult for Shura to find a clansman.

King Shura is famous all over the world, but only Zhaoming knows that his seemingly brutal younger brother has a tenderness in his heart that no one else can touch.

He is as strong as a fairy king, and often asks some ridiculous questions when he is quiet.

"Why don't I have parents? What would it be like if we had relatives? Is there a kingdom in this world where blood demons live?"

And so on, Ling Zhaoming didn't know how to answer.

And now, he finally found his relatives, relatives of the same blood, but they all died at his own hands, killing almost no one, leaving only a Rakshasa woman.

That kind of heartbeat, remorse, pain...... Coupled with the effect of the blood lotus's karma, his whole body, and even his soul and true spirit, felt as if he was being roasted with fire and slashed with a sword, and his heart ached.

It turned out that the Rakshasa prince was his nephew, but he killed him so brutally and devoured him.

It turned out that Marshal Rakshasa was his own clansman, and he not only killed him, but also refined their heads into magic weapons.

It turned out that the Rakshasa King was his younger brother, and he killed all his relatives and clansmen, devoured their qiē, and achieved who he is today.

Even if he is as powerful as an emperor, then what? Use the life force of his relatives and clansmen to be his own powerful nutrients, and livestock is not as good.

Looking at his hands, the blood was surging, and it seemed that he could still see the blood left by the Rakshasa King and the Rakshasa people on his hands. It was so red, the red was dazzling, the red was hot, and the heat was unbearable, like a sharp sword inserted into the heart, the primordial spirit, and even the soul.

The direct and crazy impact of the concept he once adhered to, the liver and gall were broken, and the soul was lost.

Karma was riddled with it, as if countless swords had been added together, eroding every part of his soul.

"Ahh

That unbearable pain made Shura look up to the sky and howl, miserable and miserable.

"Ahh

With an exclamation, the breath hit all directions like a raging storm, blowing the Rakshasa into the distance, but it did not kill her.

Lying on the ground, looking at Shura in front of her, the Rakshasa woman looked frightened, she didn't know what was wrong. When the Styx Ancestor took the stone and told her that she could use it to kill Shura, she would still be suspicious.

But driven by the resentment of killing her father, she endured the fear in her heart and came here, but she didn't expect it to be really useful. That terrifying figure's aura has been chaotic, and once the heavenly calamity strikes, it will definitely die.

Thinking that the great revenge was about to be avenged, a smile appeared on the Rakshasa woman's face, and there was some indescribable madness in her eyes. It is undeniable that Shura once protected her in the South China Sea, but that is too light compared to the revenge of killing her father and destroying her clan. She wants to make this murderer's soul disappear forever.

"Ahh

At this time, Shura howled in pain again, and the one hundred and eight qi and blood points on his body emitted an incomparably dazzling light, getting brighter and brighter, as if one hundred and eight suns appeared at the same time, making it impossible to look at directly.

The coercive aura continued to increase, and finally reached the extreme.

The one hundred and eight pillars of light that were about to merge suddenly circled in reverse, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. Then I heard a loud bang and a loud bang, and one hundred and eight qi and blood acupoints exploded to the limit that they couldn't bear.

"Poof!"

Shura raised his head, a mouthful of blood spurted out, turning into a pillar of blood rushing to the sky, and then falling like snowflakes, bright, red, red is panicking, frightening.

Even the Rakshasa woman, who was about to take revenge, trembled in her heart, as if she felt a sad thing, and her heart ached faintly.

"Ahh

Shura screamed and howled in pain, and his breath condensed like a hurricane, bursting into pieces, rushing in all directions. In an instant, the aura as powerful as an emperor disappeared and became indescribable. A gust of wind blew, and the clouds in the world dissipated strangely without a trace.

The acupoints of qi and blood were shattered, the soul was damaged, the heart was hurt and difficult to treat, and under the combined effect of remorse and karma, all the meridians of Shura's body were shattered, and the Dao heart was greatly affected, and the chaos was unspeakable.

The surging breath dissipated, and the blood-colored karma wrapped around him.

At this moment, his heart was in chaos, and he didn't know anything else.

A red head, as if someone had drained its blood, turned white quickly with a visible degree, and turned white in the blink of an eye, like an old man who was about to return to the destiny of heaven, and only one breath did not fall.

Seeing that he was about to die under karma, suddenly a golden light flashed, and a figure appeared beside Shura.

"Good, good, the poor monk is a step too late!"

The person who came was dressed in cloth and had a kind appearance, and he was the bitter monk who persuaded Shura to kill less in the past.

Looking at Shura, who looked like a waste person in front of him, the bitter monk shook his head and sighed: "Heavenly Dao cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant, murderer, hurt others and hurt yourself." When a knife falls, how can you tell whether you are a relative or an enemy. ”

"Well, since this poor monk of cause and effect has already been borne, it has been born. ”

The bitter monk stretched out a hand and pressed it on Shura's head, chanting words in his mouth, and working supernatural powers.

I saw the golden light flashing in the palm of my hand, which was extremely mysterious. This is an orthodox Buddhist supernatural power, which has a way to eliminate karma. It's just that this karma doesn't really disappear, but is transferred to himself by the caster.

Under the golden Buddha's light, the crimson karma on Shura's body dissipated little by little and decreased.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of shouts, and a figure rushed with thunder, and in the blink of an eye, it was behind the bitter monk.

A body of flames was monstrous, and he was extremely angry, raising his hand to condense the power of fire, and with a violent force, he used his magical power and blasted out with a punch.

At this moment, the bitter monk tried his best to eliminate his karma, but he couldn't dodge, and was hit in the back by that punch. (To be continued!)

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