"I see no fear, despair, flattery in your expression... You behave very calmly, calm like an outsider."
"But it's your calmness that will make me lose a lot of fun."
"I will be very unhappy like this."
The blood boy walked over with graceful steps, his expression full of displeasure.
"That's really a pity." Wu Qitong smiled tactfully, "I have tried to disguise many emotions, but fear-" She suddenly chuckled, "But I can't learn that trembling posture." "
"I'm curious, there are countless women in this world, why is the young master eyeing me?" Wu Qitong's fingertips wrapped around her hair and asked rhetorically.
"Because the girl even has the smell of compassion on her rouge." The blood boy suddenly approached and said, "Last month you gave porridge to the south of the city, the day before yesterday you blocked the whip for the old beggar, and this morning you also fed minced meat to the lame yellow dog......" His voice suddenly fell: "Your sweet kindness makes me sick the most!" "
At the end of the street corner, a drunken man fell to the ground tremblingly, and the wine gourd rolled on the green brick.
"The most ridiculous thing is this!" The blood boy pointed to the drunken man and said, "The drunkard you saved last winter night, guess what? Last night, he even discussed with someone to kidnap you in exchange for wine money! "
"Oh?" Wu Qitong leaned over and wiped the dirt from the corner of the drunken man's mouth with a silk handkerchief, "If you can exchange me for ten jars of fine wine, it will be considered a good deed." "
Anger exploded in the eyes of the blood young master: "This young master claims to be evil, but you are wholeheartedly good devoted, in this cannibalistic world, who is your goodness for?!" "
"Don't you like kindness? Okay!" The blood boy licked his lips and snapped his fingers.
In an instant, six huge blood snakes transformed out of his body, extremely huge, and the blood energy on the scales quickly spread like a thick mist, instantly enveloping the entire street in a terrifying blood mist.
"It's the blood boy, the blood boy is here, run away!!"
Someone was the first to react and wanted to escape from here.
But in the next moment, the blood snake pounced on it, swallowed it raw, and turned into blood with a 'gurgling' sound.
The street was suddenly in chaos, with cries, cries for help, and begging for mercy intertwined and colliding, and it was no longer the same scene as before.
"Quick, quickly summon the city lord of Qinglan and let him come to the rescue..."
Someone broke down and shouted.
But before he finished speaking, a blood snake's tail swept over and rolled him into his mouth, blood dripping from between the blood snake's teeth, staining the ground red.
"Lord Qinglan Castle? What do you call heaven? A waste thing, you ask him if he dares to appear in front of me?"
The blood young man's disdainful voice came, completely shattering everyone's last illusion.
Looking at the chaos and killing in front of him, the blood young master swept away his previous displeasure, and a distorted smile appeared on his face.
After a while.
The cries and screams on the streets gradually disappeared, replaced by a dead silence, blood gathered into a stream, meandering on the ground.
The survivors prostrated themselves and knelt on the ground with fear on their faces, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
The blood young man's eyes were cold, and he grabbed it casually and brought a woman with a child to him. Two large snakes appeared instantly, wrapping around the woman and the little girl respectively.
"Come here!" The blood young master's demonic voice sounded in Wu Qitong's ears, "Aren't you kind? I'll give you a chance to save people."
"Whoever chooses to live, he can live. The one who remains—surely die!"
The blood boy smelled the strong smell of blood in the air, and his face showed a look of satisfaction.
"If you kill like this, it will only pollute my goodwill." Wu Qitong frowned and said, "I guess you will die miserably, at least the ending of ten thousand swords."
"Hahahaha! In this area, who dares to touch me in the slightest?" The blood boy laughed wildly, and then stared at her, "Give you three breaths to think about it, if you don't choose, everyone on the street will have to be buried with you!"
The blood boy's eyes were closed, and he was enjoying the present.
"Your senseless killing is just the lowest level of evil." Wu Qitong smiled contemptuously, "You think you are the embodiment of evil, have you ever seen real evil?"
"Huh?" The blood young master opened his eyes slightly, "What do you mean?"
"The real evil is never a reckless man who kills on a spree." Wu Qitong smiled, her pupils glowing with demonic blood, "Let's look at my first eighth life—"
The blood boy's figure suddenly froze. The heavens and the earth were torn apart and reassembled in front of his eyes, and in the next moment, the surrounding scenery changed drastically.
This is Wu Qitong's first life -
The moonlight was like frost, sprinkled on the barren mountain hollow villages.
A thin and beautiful girl about twelve years old was calmly throwing the ecstasy grass into the ancient well in the village. After all the villagers fell asleep, she dragged hundreds of people to the open space in the village one by one.
The girl held a rusty kitchen knife and walked towards the old patriarch who was curled up in the corner. The old man's cloudy pupils reflected fear: "Girl... Don't commit evil..."
"Evil?" The girl suddenly giggled and pressed the rusty blade against the old man's throat, "You said that in order to keep the village safe, you want to sacrifice me to the mountain ghost as a concubine." "
She began to draw blood talismans on the back of the knife, "But I think if I sacrifice the entire village, I might be able to let the mountain ghost come to serve as my servant." "
The cold light flashed, and hot blood splashed on the girl's pale face, and she didn't even tremble her eyelashes at all. When the blood of the last person was exhausted, the entire mountain village land was dyed dark red.
The heavens and the earth suddenly changed color, and the blood and energy in the sky poured into the girl's body like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. She took out a yellowed ancient book from her arms, and the title page read: [Sacrifice a hundred people, you can wash the marrow and cut the bones and step on the path of immortality. 】
A cold smile appeared in the girl's blood pupils: "It turns out that the first step in cultivation is to step on a living person and climb up."
The blood boy had not yet been removed from the blood-colored illusion of the first life, and the scene in front of him had been reorganized like a shattered mirror.
The second life has begun.
In the misty demon cultivator sect, thousands of demon cultivators were like puppets whose souls had been extracted, conquering and killing each other.
Wu Qitong sat on the top of the mountain in a red dress, and three thousand green silks hung down like a bloody waterfall.
The blood-colored spiritual silk wrapped around her slender fingertips was the source of controlling the killing of demon cultivators.
"You said you want to take me to slaughter living beings, and you said that the more you kill, the higher your cultivation will be." Her fingertips suddenly tightened with blood, "But if it is you who killed you—"
Her red lips curled into a sneer: "I can not only gain immeasurable merit, but also accept your cultivation... Why not do it? "
I don't know how long it took, and the killing returned to death.
Wu Qitong slowly got up, and the breath around her body was as terrifying as a surging sea of blood.
She stepped on the corpses on the ground and walked out of the sect, and the blood-stained embroidered shoes crushed the head of an elder: "Those who stand in my way should all be wiped out." "
The blood young master's eyes widened suddenly, and fear appeared in his eyes.
But before he could recover from the blood mist of the second life, the scene in front of him suddenly shattered and then put back together.
In the third life, Wu Qitong became a major repair of the demon world.
He was chased by three thousand righteous path monks to the source of the Tianhe River.
"Things that are false and righteous always like to use justice as a fig leaf." Wu Qitong sneered disdainfully.
In the next instant, her fingers drew complex magic patterns in the air, detonating the world-destroying formation that had been dormant for ten thousand years at the bottom of the river.
The Tianhe River exploded, and the hundreds of millions of floods smashed down overwhelmingly with the power of destroying the world.
The monks' screams were drowned out by the sound of water, and she opened her arms to face the disaster: "Today I will use the wails of these hypocrites - congratulations on my soul scattered!"
The scene of the fourth world suddenly unfolded, and the divine object around Wu Qitong hung in the air like a fishing bait, luring the twenty-seven Tianjiao to step into the killing formation.
The next moment, she used the killing situation to bury the pride of the world.
"I don't know if I can use your skulls..." Wu Qitong's red lips were stained with blood, very glamorous, "Can you raise the steps for me to become an immortal?"
The picture passed through the fifth and sixth lives like a marquee, and in each life, she took a new path among the bloody thorns.
In her seventh life, she refined the natal magic weapon of a hundred thousand righteous path monks into a bone flute, and wherever the sound of the flute passed, the stars fell for it.
Until the eighth generation—
Wu Qitong is a great demon that destroys the world, stepping on a high platform made of the bones of hundreds of millions of monks, and with his bare hands lightly raised, the seven hundred cities turned into powder.
She stringed those crying ghosts into bead chains and wrapped them around her arms, clattering them.
"This is the battle of the heavenly cry." Wu Qitong's voice came faintly, "This seat will slaughter the land of Beiming just to refine a furnace of ascension pills." "
This is the end of the screen.