Outlaws start by climbing to the top of the martial arts wanted list

Chapter 339 The Truman Show

Hongye County.

It is a county town of neither big nor small. There are countless similar ones in the world, but they are all unknown.

Ever since the demonic disaster broke out many years ago, Hongye County fell in one day and became famous. No one knew how many people died, and it became a ghost town. However, as time passed, it gradually began to regain its popularity.

After all, this is a county town. Countless people who could not survive began to pour into Hongye County.

With the imperial court's supervision, the population was relocated and production was restored. Although Hongye County is not as good as it used to be, it is not a dead place anymore.

After a few decades, the situation of the entire county dying will be just a legend and no one will care.

However, after the great disaster in the past, some people in Hongye County still survived. Some of them were lucky and managed to survive, while others were doing business outside or visiting relatives and thus avoided the disaster.

The Hongye Temple, which was once a popular place, is now in ruins, with broken walls everywhere, collapsed Buddha statues and tiles scattered all over the ground.

A crunch.

The gate of Hongye Temple was pushed open.

A man in a black robe and gold gloves, with no skin exposed, looked extremely mysterious.

Standing in the courtyard of Hongye Temple, you can clearly feel that there are signs of cleaning here. Hongye Temple is not empty, and there are still people living there.

An old man with white eyebrows and wrinkled face slowly walked out of an intact room. When he saw the newcomer, he put his hands together and said, "You have come to the wrong place."

“There’s nothing here anymore.”

The mysterious man looked at the old monk, his eyes flickering like will-o'-the-wisp, his dark green eyes gradually began to turn blood red, and finally seemed like a pair of pure and transparent blood-red gems.

This pair of eyes is filled with mystery. Anyone who looks at them can feel infinite pressure and their soul begins to tremble.

The old monk whispered a Buddhist name: "Amitabha!"

Then he continued, "Blood God Eye."

"It turns out it was the Demon Emperor himself."

The Blood Demon looked coldly at the old monk in front of him and said unhappily, "You old ghost, why are you imitating that Leng Xue guy and starting to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "I know the Demon Emperor's intentions."

"But the present is different from the past. The Demon Emperor is immortal and his ambitions remain the same, but I am old."

"I've long been unable to do anything. When I think back on the past, I feel a lot of pain in my heart."

"Now I just want to live out my remaining life with a green lamp and an ancient Buddha."

"I beg the Demon Emperor to spare me this time for the sake of our past friendship."

The Blood Demon sighed and said, "Time is the most ruthless."

"The Heart Demon King, the leader of the Nine Demon Kings, used to enjoy playing with people's hearts, but now he has become sentimental."

"I don't know if it's because Baldy is so powerful, or because you see that I don't have the momentum I once had, and think that I can't accomplish anything, so you don't want to come out and help me again?"

The Blood Demon's voice became increasingly excited as he spoke his last sentence.

The old monk remained indifferent and spoke calmly, "The Demon Emperor was able to find me. This must be the power of the court."

"The reason why I was able to survive in the past was because of the protection of the imperial court. For so many years, I have been under the supervision of the imperial court. I have been honest and never took the initiative to cause trouble."

"This time the imperial court took the initiative to reveal my whereabouts. This old monk has made up for the debt he owed to the imperial court. From now on, we will have no further ties."

"The old monk will choose a place to live in seclusion."

The old monk ignored the blood demon and walked slowly towards the outside of Hongye Temple.

The Blood Demon looked at this scene, his pair of scarlet eyes were like dripping blood, and his expression was gloomy. After breaking the seal and escaping this time, it can be said that everything went wrong.

I don't know how many disgusting things started to act under my name, doing one evil thing after another, and all of them were blamed on me.

Of the former powerful men in the Blood Demon Palace, few are alive today.

After a lot of effort, he negotiated with the Queen of Heaven to obtain the whereabouts of the Heart Demon King, but the other party ignored him.

The Blood Demon did not try to intercept him or say anything harsh. The other party didn't care at all. Naturally, he realized that he was a blood corpse, not his real body.

The Blood Demon quickly adjusted his mentality and regained his composure. The Heart Demon King was the leader of the nine demon kings and one of the core members of the Blood Demon Palace. He could be regarded as his deputy.

The Blood Demon was shocked to learn that he was not dead.

Although he seemed disheartened now, the Blood Demon didn't believe a single word he said.

This guy who plays with people's hearts is too smart.

I couldn't see through him in the past.

No one knows what he really thinks.

If there were no great strife in the world, the Blood Demon would still be able to believe in this person who was willing to die of old age and pass on his unique skills. But now that there is an opportunity, how could the Heart Demon King be willing to do that?

After failing to ask the Heart Demon King to come out, the Blood Demon immediately began to look for his next target.

Including the Cold-blooded Demon King, there are a total of four demon kings who survived among the nine.

This is enough to show the value of the nine demon kings. Each of them is the strongest among the strong.

The old monk kept watching the blood demon disappear before he walked out from the darkness again and came to the collapsed Buddha statue. He raised his hand and slowly straightened the statue, looked at the cracks on the golden body of the Buddha, and finally calmly gazed into the eyes of the Buddha statue.

A strange situation occurred. The pair of eyes slowly blinked. At this moment, they no longer looked like dead objects, but alive.

The solemn and dignified face began to move, as if it was split into two, one half was dignified and the other half showed a strange smile.

The old monk remained indifferent to this extremely horrifying scene.

A bud of flesh grew on the neck and began to bloom in an instant. The old monk raised his hand and held it down tightly. Finally, he pulled it hard and tore it off abruptly. Blood splattered everywhere. Looking at the flesh flower that was withering in his hand, the old monk opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp, then chewed it slowly.

The torn wound was rapidly wriggling and was healed in the blink of an eye.

A bud sprout grew again, but this time it had not grown yet before the old monk tore it off and swallowed it in one gulp.

This strange scene lasted for about a quarter of an hour.

The old monk then raised his hand and pushed the upright Buddha statue to the ground. The half of the weird smiling face disappeared in an instant, and the solemn expression returned to its original state.

The traces of granulation on the old monk's face gradually disappeared, and everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

A look of resentment gradually emerged in the old monk's eyes.

A surge of anger was rising, shaking my mind.

He hates.

Why did this turbulent era come into being?
I also hate this era. Why does it come so late? Why can't it come earlier?

Now he has become a form that is neither human nor ghost. In order to survive and maintain his peak strength, he practices that strange martial art.

But just when he had achieved success in his practice, an era of great strife arrived.

This was like a bolt from the blue.

He was so shocked that he didn't know what to do.

With his horrible appearance, the road to heaven is blocked.

There are countless people who have achieved immortality on this road to heaven. There are traces to follow, and all you have to do is follow in the footsteps of your predecessors.

But the strange martial arts is not mainstream, it is just a small school, and no one has ever become an immortal by using it.

When the opportunity comes, God tells him that he is not qualified.

God is unfair.

The old monk exhaled a breath and suppressed his angry mood.

Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Now there is only one way to go, to the end.

If one could master the mysterious martial arts, it would be enough to become one of the immortals and gain a foothold in the land of China.

Known as the founder of strange martial arts, he also became the master of the way and led an era. The future is limitless, but that is success. If possible, he does not want to choose this method to become immortal.

Who would want to choose hell difficulty when you can go easy difficulty?

The old monk stretched out his hand to press down the Buddha statue, and the statue began to break into pieces, and finally turned into fragments on the ground. This time, the old monk walked out of Hongye Temple and left completely.

It's not a good thing to get involved with the blood demon.

The Blood Demon was able to accomplish his goals in the past because he had the support of the immortals and had his own destiny, so he was successful in everything he did.

Otherwise, with the size of Shenzhou and the number of immortal weapons, he would not be invincible.

Now he has taken the initiative to flee Shenzhou, his real body is hiding in the East China Sea, and he is walking around Shenzhou as a bloody corpse, just to avoid the immortals.

Otherwise, given the current situation in Shenzhou, the immortals would definitely seal him up. After all, it is only the early stage, and the immortals would not allow such a powerful person to move freely.

The Blood Demon was able to find me this time, but I don’t know who in the court sold me out.

After the old monk walked out of Hongye County, he came to a secret place.

There is a strange statue here. The old monk began to hold a ceremony. After the ceremony, the old monk knelt in front of the statue and prayed devoutly: "Great Lord of Nothingness."

"You are the master of nothingness and the conqueror of all worlds."

"Your loyal servant, I beg you to grant me a drop of divine blood."

The rising smoke gradually began to spread out. Everything became hazy and seemed like chaos.

A voice without any emotion rang out: "Three days later, Hongye Temple."

After the voice fell, the smoke began to dissipate, and a strange statue disappeared without a trace.

The old monk began to deal with the traces of the ceremony, then left directly and returned to Hongye County, but did not go directly to Hongye Temple.

Three days passed in a flash, and the old monk returned to Hongye Temple. A chubby little hand pressed on his shoulder. Seeing this, the old monk did not dare to turn around, but directly lowered his head and said: "Goddess."

A cold voice came: "The divine blood you want is in this bottle."

"Keep it for yourself."

"If there are any problems later, they are yours and have nothing to do with the Lord."

"I also want to remind you that my master is magnanimous and generous. He always gives treasures first and then takes money from those who are optimistic about him."

"Over the years, there have been people who have dared to default on their debts, but none of them have survived."

"Thinking you have a little cleverness, you dare to tease my Lord."

"I have seen many people like this, I advise you not to make mistakes."

The old monk reached out and grasped the jade bottle. Feeling the chubby little hand leaving his shoulder, he knew the goddess was about to leave, and quickly spoke, "One more thing."

"May I ask the origin of this divine blood?"

Yes.

The old monk knew from the beginning to the end that this definitely could not be from the Lord of Nothingness.

No matter how generous the Lord of Nothingness is, he will not joke about his own blood.

Besides, considering the status of the Lord of Nothingness, how could he, a mere mortal, be qualified to ask for it?

The little fat girl sneered and said, "This drop of divine blood is very interesting."

"You are familiar with it."

"The blood demon's."

When the old monk heard this, he was surprised and said in shock: "The blood demon is also related to my master?"

The little fat girl said sarcastically: "What the hell are you dreaming about?"

"Neither he nor you are good people. They look pious, but in fact they are just trading partners."

"You guys are not even believers, and you have nothing to do with my Lord."

"But I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you some information for free."

"You all have your own guesses about the Blood Demon's background, but I can tell you that it is true."

"The Blood Demon was born in Shura Temple. He is the last disciple of the Blood Robe King Buddha. Of course, he is also an experimental subject."

"The unprecedented Blood Sutra he studied was something from outer space, a product tampered with by the Blood-Robed King Buddha."

"These immortals have already reached the limit of the world and can't go any further. As for continuing to increase their strength, there are only a few ways. Immortal treasures, clones, and myriad worlds are all similar. They can be said to be different paths to the same destination."

"The Blood Demon is the Blood Robe King Buddha's experimental subject, used to refine and use as a clone, and also to plunder the essence of that unlucky Blood God."

"These guys like to kill two birds with one stone."

The little fat girl was very dissatisfied and felt annoyed with these old perverts. She said in a bad tone: "Now the immortals are promoting this era because their experiments have been successful, so they think it is time to start."

"The unlucky Blood God had a portion of his essence robbed by the Blood Demon. Even though it's not too much, it proves one thing."

"As long as God helps, many incredible things will often happen miraculously."

"It is inevitable that the Blood God, the foreign evil god, will be localized. Even if the Blood God disagrees, he cannot withstand the erosion of the Blood Demon."

"Let the blood demon wreak havoc on the world, collect immortal resources, and forge immortal weapons."

"Then you can just give him the disguised corpse of the Blood God. Even if it is immortal, we can collide with each other again and again. You are in me and I am in you. We become one person. This gives the world an opportunity to take advantage of it."

"Pollution has been figured out by the Blood-robed King Buddha."

"After all, the world does not need the complete origin, but only a part. Once it is fully understood, the world will be able to instantly generate a large number of them, directly replacing its origin and completely becoming a native."

"So the Blood Demon was unwilling to accept this outcome, so he made a deal with my Lord."

The little fat girl finally looked at the old monk and said, "You are not valuable. The reason you were able to obtain this drop of blood of the blood demon is because you have a close relationship with the blood demon and are deeply involved."

"The strange way is mysterious and unpredictable. With this, you may become a blood god."

"As long as you succeed, then the final destination will have one more heir."

"But it is also your good fortune. If you can break free of the shackles and escape the calamity, my master will be happy and have one more collaborator in the future."

"If you choose to be an enemy of my Lord, it won't be a big deal."

"My Lord just has one more commodity."

Watching the old monk gradually leave, the little fat girl was like a mirror, breaking into pieces. Finally, a man with blood-red short hair took her place, muttering to himself:

"The identity of nothingness is useful."

"One more chess piece, one more layer of protection. This way, the Blood God will be doomed."

"In order to escape the weakening of the Blood Demon's plundering origin, the only way is to voluntarily surrender, gain the favor of the world, and devour the Blood Demon's powerful body."

"But I don't know."

"The blood demon is himself."

"It's not that easy to plunder the origin."

"Unfortunately, the world does not recognize this kind of twisted idea. It must have a perfect and flawless origin."

"Otherwise why bother so much."

"almost."

“This big drama has been going on for so many years.”

“It’s almost harvest time.”

"Really been waiting!"

(End of this chapter)