Candle Dragon to the left

Chapter 623 92. The grandest sacrifice ()

The jade steps to the sky were covered with blood, and the once crystal white jade color was soaked in dark red.

The thick blood flowed from the sky and covered the entire stairs.

The white road to the sky was quiet, and only Li Xi'an's own breathing could be heard in the vast space. His body passed over the steps, and the strong wind he brought up made ripples in the sea of ​​blood. The surrounding curtains were empty, without the broken mountains and rivers seen before.

A pale wave emerged in the void, and the filth came as promised.

They became even more frenzied and crazy because of the blood on the steps.

Li Xi'an took out the "Dumb Sword" from the wooden box given to him by Shaohao, and called to the distant morning light to turn it into a golden and jade sword and fall into his hand. The red dragon is entrenched, holding a sharp blade in its hand, and the eight branches of Taihang stretch out to form a wonderful seal.

He went up to kill him.

The blood on the steps was covered with filthy corpses and remains.

No matter how powerful the filth is, it will only end up being torn apart in front of him.

After walking out of the heavy fog that shrouded the lower half of the road to the sky, Li Xi'an saw the steps that Huang Di had interrupted, and there were still pale white severed limbs on them. The flowing blood gathered here to form two waterfalls. Blood flowed backwards on the steps, gathering towards the fracture.

The light pillar doors of Hetu Luoshu were built and opened one by one on the far side of the road to heaven. Huge dragon shadows shuttled through them. This was repeated for a long, long time.

There really seems to be no end here.

He could no longer feel the world, nor could he feel the existence of spirits. He was so lonely that he felt as if he were at the edge of the universe. Only fighting with filth could make him feel his own existence.

This road is too long, so long that Li Xi'an will think that maybe the filth exists here to prevent him from going crazy on this road.

Then the filth also retreated.

Those filthy maggots stood at the bottom of the steps and looked up at the red dragon but did not dare to move forward. The red dragon's shadow reflected in their eyes passed through the steps like an arrow and disappeared from their sight in an instant.

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Li Xi'an stopped.

The bridge built by Hetu Luoshu disappeared on the steps.

He turned into a human, casually swept away the serum on the steps and sat down.

They have walked a long way, and they have already passed the place where the divine messenger opened the door for them to enter the Vermilion Temple. Even he cannot be sure of where he is at this moment. Even based on the starry sky he has been to, the distance should be close. The end of the starry sky.

But here, he couldn't detect any ending, this road was endless.

Li Xi'an tried to feel it.

Feel the presence of that vermilion temple.

The bloody lotus on the main throne enshrined in the temple has the same origin as his power. Maybe he can find some clues. He closed his eyes, and golden flames enveloped him, filled with the power of time and space. The blood was boiling when it touched it, and the steps cleaned by Li Xi'an were soon covered with blood again.

Blood soaked the hem of Li Xi'an's clothes.

It penetrated into the robe and outlined large areas of scarlet.

The longevity suit looks a little strange at this moment, but it is not abrupt, as if the longevity suit is originally like this.

All the blood on the steps flowed towards Li Xi'an, as if he was in the center of a huge whirlpool, absorbing this endless ocean of blood and becoming the dye of his clothes.

Inside the body, the lotus composed of three lotus petals slowly bloomed. This blooming scene was imprinted in Li Xi'an's eyes at the same time. The golden veins undulated like a tide, outlining a blooming lotus.

In a place beyond his sight, in the earthly world beneath the road to heaven.

With his breathing, spring, summer, autumn and winter in the world fleetingly pass by.

Each ups and downs of breath represents a year that has passed in this world.

Li Xi sat quietly for a long time, and the blood on the jade steps actually dried up. When he opened his eyes again, two foxes jumped to his feet, bowed to him, and then ran towards the jade steps. Li Xi'an stood up and found that his throat was a little dry. He might have been sitting there for a long time.

The two foxes ran in front. Every time they jumped a step, a relief sculpture would appear on the step. Some were compassionate, some were vicious, surrounded by clouds and mist, and shrouded in flames. Each relief symbolized a god.

Those reliefs appeared where the two foxes walked, and when Li Xi'an walked past those reliefs, they came to life from the years, turning into huge figures floating in the white void, watching him climb the steps. Among the ancient and simple colors, the deep red of longevity clothes is as thick as a drop of blood and tears, or the cinnabar is dotted in ink.

Li Xi'an stepped up the steps, his back was more dazzling than this longevity suit. If the years were compared to the silver sand flowing downward, then he was a rock stuck in the river, with the silver sand and water in front of him. Fork, make way for him to move forward.

The gods watched silently.

The fox jumped over, and Li Xi'an followed. Ancient gods stood up from the steps, including the king of heaven wearing red armor and holding a chilong in his hand, and a handsome young man with three heads and six arms on a fire wheel. They dispersed like smoke in front of Li Xi'an's eyes. Go, and smoke gathers behind him.

Until the figures of gods fill both sides of the road to heaven.

Watching Li Xi'an continue upward.

This scene is like a scene in the human world where all the ministers bow down and welcome the emperor to the throne.

Li Xi'an's use of the Zhou method was as natural as breathing, as if it was a part of him, rather than some acquired method.

The resurrected gods of heaven stood in nothingness. They caught the filthy things and whispered spells in their mouths. The inexhaustible filthy things were actually afraid of heaven, and they retracted into the curtain. The gods of heaven were sitting on top of the curtain, and the heavy fog covering the steps dispersed and became a cloud surrounding them.

Heaven banned the old curtain and filth and became the new owner here.

But there is no sign of feasting on the immortals here, so where did the immortals come from?

Li Xi'an didn't know, he just walked through here, and the appearance of the immortals in heaven was just like the footprints he left.

The foxes stopped, they stood upright, and a wooden door appeared on the steps, old and ordinary, incompatible with the scene on the way to the sky.

Li Xi'an walked in.

Two foxes followed.

They spoke human words, saying: "You are finally here."

There is no change here. The vermilion temple stands in the universe. Walking towards the temple along the stone road, Li Xi'an heard the bell.

There were bells ringing in every direction.

"You have already offered very valuable sacrifices here. We have been waiting for you for a long time, new priest."

Li Xi'an looked at his feet. The blood covering all the steps came from that temple. Even his feet were covered in sticky blood at this moment. However, traces of cleaning could be clearly seen on the stone road. Obviously, the two foxes were still cleaning up the steps. Some presence in this place serves.

The blood is the blood of the gods.

Their corpses were displayed in the vast universe behind the temple, and blood continued to flow from their wounds.

I see……

This is an altar, but the incense and sacrifices are not those placed on the altar by the gods.

Li Xi'an killed them, which was regarded as a sacrifice to the temple, and the sacrifices were all the gods on the altar. All the gods were used as sacrifices, which were of course valuable. Except for these two foxes, there was nothing alive in the temple.

He became a priest.

New guest here.

No wonder when he first met Si Ming Shilu, the sacrificial robes he wore were similar to the longevity robes.

Immortality clothing is also a kind of sacrificial clothing.

Li Xian laughed silently.

He did not put the sword in the box, pushed open the temple door and continued forward.

Sacrificial rituals always have an object, and all acts of offering sacrifices are seeking benefits from that being.

Now, he stepped onto the altar and put on the sacrificial robes, but what he offered was not incense or prayers.

He will offer his sword to find a corner of peace,

There's a power outage, damn it