The most powerful emperor system

514 Blood Sacrifice

"Miss sister, is there something wrong with your eyes? Do you want to take a bottle of eye drops to treat it?" Luoyang evolved his supernatural powers while playing sarcasm, and the sea of ​​fire created waves, and thousands of lions rushed out.

These suanni went forward one after another, charging like a torrent of red steel, and collided with the army of horses riding mountains and rivers. In a blink of an eye, people turned their backs, clouds and mists rose, and the sound of explosions continued!
In the end, Luoyang passed through, Bahuang Vulcan turned around, and a precious sword fell from the sky, pierced the goddess, picked it on the sword, and burned into coke.

The voices of exclamation, admiration, and jealousy have already sounded, and Luoyang is still walking forward. The sixth mural is a middle-aged man with eight arms. He appears in the divine light and looks down on Luoyang. .

"God King Eight-Armed Fist!" The middle-aged God Clan struck fiercely, each of the eight arms swayed and split into thousands, and it seemed that there was really a God King making a move, bombarding Luoyang.

"Chaos Fist!"

Luoyang fought with each other physically, hand to hand, and a huge amount of chaotic golden light poured out, roaming around freely, and golden lotus flowers bloomed in the array of millstones one after another.

Luoyang killed the fury, and they were all shopping, taking the aggressive way, giving up defense one by one like a lunatic.

"Bang bang bang!"

If the sound of defeating Ge sounded, and the opponent had too many arms, Luoyang's chest was slapped more than a dozen times in a blink of an eye, and it was sunken in a blink of an eye, and a dozen deep handprints appeared amidst the roaring sound!

Luoyang's seven orifices sprayed red, and he suffered severe injuries in an instant, his flesh and blood were torn apart, and at least [-] bones were broken. It was shocking and very miserable.

However, Luoyang's fighting spirit became even more intense. With a strange grin, he grabbed a broken bone of his own and pierced it into the opponent's eye, blood flowed out.

Then kicked out, the chest of the middle-aged protoss dented with a click, his back protruded, and he flew out towards the rear. He let out a howling sound like a wounded sow, and his face wrinkled into a ball.

"You still want to run? Come back to me!"

Luo Yang grinned, grabbed the opponent's wings as soon as he stretched out his hand, pulled him back, and then stepped on his chest.

Immediately, he used the heavy pendant, which was heavier than Mount Tai, and stepped on it from the sky to the earth!

"boom!"

No matter how strong this eight-armed protoss was, he couldn't bear this kind of damage. He was trampled to death and torn apart!

Luo Yang spat out a mouthful of blood, his body was strong, his blood was booming, and the body was spinning, and he was alive and kicking in a blink of an eye, and he had come to the seventh mural.

The passage here really doesn't know where the end is. After passing one level, there will be another level. After one bloody battle, there will be another. The mood of everyone watching outside is ups and downs like a roller coaster.

This painting depicts a snow-white ocean. An old man of the Protoss with three-thousand-foot eyebrows is sitting on the reef with a majestic face. He has appeared in front of Luoyang in a blink of an eye.

The atmosphere in the passage was very intense, and a big battle was about to break out, but the atmosphere in a bluestone palace in the far northwest of the Moyun Dynasty was very depressing.

The hall is very large, but there are very few people. There is a huge pentagonal table in the middle, and four people are already seated at the moment, only the place near the east is still vacant.

These four people look very extraordinary. When you look at them, the first thing that attracts you is a woman, because she is plump and hot, enchanting and charming, wearing a fiery red dress.

Just lying lazily in a large chair with a backrest, like a cat, revealing its round and snow-white fragrant shoulders, the delicate fragrance is provocative and burning with desire.

Sitting next to her was a young man with a strange face, who seemed to be about 20 years old, wearing a dark red shirt, a golden cape and a golden crown, and he was doing a manicure there at the moment.

Sitting on the other side was a strong man with an upright body. He sat there with a big horse and a golden knife, his posture was stable, and there was a faint deep breath like an abyss like an ocean.

Sitting diagonally opposite the woman was a middle-aged man of medium build. He wasn't born well, but his eyes were particularly astonishing. One glance gave the feeling of being in a sea of ​​blood.

That's right, he is the Supreme Commander of the Evil Spirit Cult in the Moyun Dynasty, the King of Blood Eyes!
"Why isn't that guy here yet? He planned our plan, so he wouldn't back down first, right?" the big man said in a low voice, with some dissatisfaction in his words.

The enchanting woman yawned, and said with her smooth white lotus arms, "It's not late for a good meal, no rush, no rush, we've been waiting for 10,000+ years, why do we care about the time?"

The young man in the golden cloak didn't speak, but was seriously trimming his nails, while the blood-eyed Dharma King smiled, looking unfathomable.

Time was passing, and at a certain moment, the closed door suddenly opened, and a sour smell of alcohol diffused in first, making people sick, the young man in the golden cloak and the enchanting woman both covered their noses.

The tall man and the blood-eyed Dharma King frowned, but saw a down-and-out Confucian scholar coming from the gate, shaking three times, holding a wine gourd in his hand.

If Luoyang were here, he would have recognized this person at a glance. He was the Confucian scholar who was begging for wine in the city next to Tiantai Sect.

Unexpectedly, the downcast and pitiful him has an amazing status, and he can sit with such an existence as the blood-eyed Dharma King.

"Why did you come so late?" The middle-aged man said dissatisfied.

The down-and-out scholar sat down on his own, and took two sips of wine first: "What's the rush, the right time, place and people are on our side, and everything is ready."

"And now the top power of the Moyun Dynasty is trapped in the Immortal Bridge, and they won't be able to get out in a short period of time. They won't disturb our plans, so don't worry."

"I hope it's the best." The burly man was still dissatisfied, and said with a soft snort.

The down-and-out scholar didn't care, and waved his hand lightly: "What are you doing sitting here? Work has started, let's go!"

A group of five people walked out of the main hall and came to the wind-eroded landform with jagged rocks. The place is very open and you can overlook the dim horizon in the distance.

The enchanting woman, the young man in the cloak, and the burly man formed seals together, and a mysterious aura spread out.

The ground with a radius of ten thousand feet trembled and then shattered, and a huge altar rose from it.

This altar is circular, covering a vast area, and is divided into nine floors. Some grooves are used to outline mysterious runes on it, which looks very cumbersome and evil.

"Both friends, it's up to you now." The golden-robed youth smiled brightly, revealing his snow-white teeth.

The blood-eyed Dharma King turned his eyes: "It has been prepared for a long time."

He clapped his hands together, and a huge teleportation array appeared between the sky and the earth, and groups of people who didn't know what to do came out of it, including ordinary people and monks, appearing in an endless stream.

This teleportation array can transmit 1 people at a time, and it has been transmitted for a thousand times before stopping, that is, 1000 million people, all of these people are like puppets, with dull expressions.

Blood Eye Dharma King said: "In order not to attract the attention of the Moyun Dynasty, it took decades for this king to collect 1000 million people, and some even let them mate and give birth. It is really not easy."

"My lord, where's yours?" The enchanting woman said to the down-and-out scholar with winking eyes.

"What son, it's just a body with a dead soul, and I've already prepared it." The down-and-out scholar opened storage bags one by one, shaking out countless corpses from them.

There are people from human race and monster race, male and female, old and young, but all of them are dead, no scars can be seen from the surface, they are all shattered souls.

"They are all dead, so the effect is not as good as being alive." The enchanting woman was a little disappointed, but she changed the subject immediately: "Fortunately, there are a lot of them, and the blood is not lost, so it is enough."

"Start the sacrifice and point out the way for the clansmen!"

The voice of the enchanting woman fell, and a pair of blood-colored fleshy wings with a hundred feet long appeared behind her. She turned out to be a master of the blood race!

At the same time, the burly man and the young man in the golden robe also spread their wings. All three of them are strong men of the blood race, lurking among the human race, ready to conspire to subvert them at any time.

The three of them turned the ancient seal, and there was the sound of sacrifice, and the enchanting woman grabbed it casually, and tens of thousands of people were grabbed by the bloody big hand, stretched out on the first altar and crushed fiercely.

Tens of thousands of people turned into minced meat, blood plasma, and bone meal, and then fell onto the altar. The altar runes wriggled as if they were alive, and the flesh and blood essence of the dead were absorbed in a blink of an eye.

A bright red light burst out, flowing along those grooves, and the power of the flesh and blood essence of tens of thousands of people caused a large altar to be filled with the dark red light.

The other two were also attacking, with the same movements, grabbing a large number of human and monster races and placing them in the sky above the altar on the first floor, then crushing them, and performing a blood sacrifice!
The sound of the sacrificial offering became louder and louder, and the three of them moved faster and faster. In just a quarter of an hour, tens of millions of people were killed, and the first four altars were all filled with bright red light.

Seeing a large number of clansmen being killed, the blood-eyed Dharma King didn't change his face, but the corners of his mouth curled up, as if thinking of something happy, he almost laughed out loud.

Not far away, a down-and-out scholar sat on a wind-eroded mushroom. He looked miserable, his face was ashen, he kept drinking, and sometimes he coughed because he drank too much.

On the back is the long sword that is so rusty that you can't even change it for a drink. The scabbard is worn out and looks dilapidated and extremely shabby.

The blood sacrifice had come to an end, and the ninth-story altar was almost completely filled. The ninth-story altar actually started to rotate, making the sound of the tide hitting the shore.

A huge rune was projected onto the sky, covering the void with a radius of thousands of miles, but it was not complete, because the blood sacrifice was not completely completed.

Under the attachment of this rune, the sky seems to have become a transparent lake and glass, from which many mysterious situations can be seen, and the space barrier is revealed.

This is a concrete manifestation of the power of space. As long as the power can tear it apart, it can travel through the air, and the teleportation array is also the same.

"It's over, everything is going to end, this sinful and dirty world, bad people, wicked people, treacherous people, people who start chaotically and end up deserting, and people who repay their kindness with revenge, will all end."

"Only death is the most equal. There is no high or low. After death, you are all a bone, clean, hahaha, cough cough cough."

The down-and-out scholar laughed wildly, causing many people to cast strange glances at him, but he only wanted to die and didn't care about anything.

In the holy light, the light and rain are colorful. The white-haired old man of the Protoss sits on the reef, surrounded by thousands of white ocean currents. There seems to be a world hidden in his eyes, and he slowly opens his mouth: "Wind!"

(End of this chapter)