Chapter 339 The Truman Show

Hongye County.

It is a county town of medium size. There are countless similar ones in the world, but they are unknown.

Since the demonic disaster broke out many years ago, Hongye County fell in one day. It became famous. I don’t know how many people died and it became a ghost town, but with the passage of time, it gradually began to regain its popularity.

After all, this is a county town. I don’t know how many people who can’t survive began to pour into Hongye County.

With the court’s presidency, the population was relocated and production was restored. Although Hongye County is not as good as it was before, it is not a dead place.

After a few decades, the situation that the whole county died in the past is just a legend, and no one will care.

However, in the past disaster, some people in Hongye County survived. Some of them were lucky and survived by chance. Some were doing business outside or visiting relatives, thus avoiding this disaster.

The Hongye Temple, which was once very popular, is now dilapidated. There are ruins everywhere, Buddha statues collapsed, and tiles scattered all over the ground.

A creak.

The gate of Hongye Temple was pushed open.

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

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

An old man with white eyebrows and wrinkled face walked out of a well-maintained room slowly. After seeing the newcomer, he put his hands together and said, "You have come to the wrong place."

"There is nothing here anymore."

The mysterious man looked at the old monk, his eyes flickered like ghost fire, and the dark green eyes gradually began to develop blood color, and finally seemed like a pair of pure and clear blood gems.

This pair of eyes is full of mystery, and anyone who looks at it can feel infinite pressure, and the soul begins to tremble.

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice: "Amitabha!"

Then he said: "Blood God Eyes."

"It turned out to be the Demon Emperor in person."

The Blood Demon looked at the old monk in front of him coldly and said unhappily: "You old ghost, why are you learning from that cold-blooded guy and starting to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha."

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

"It's just that the present is different from the past. The Demon Emperor is immortal and his ambitions remain the same, but I am old."

"I have long been unable to do it. Thinking back to the past, I feel so sad. I can't bear it."

"Now I just want to live in seclusion."

"Please, Demon Emperor, let me go for once 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 in the past, enjoyed playing with people's hearts, but now he has become sentimental."

"I don't know if it's because of the powerful bald donkey, or because you think I can't accomplish anything because I don't have the momentum I used to have, so you don't want to come out to help me again?"

The Blood Demon's last sentence, his voice gradually became excited.

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

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

"This time the court took the initiative to reveal my whereabouts. I have made up for my debt to the court. From now on, there will be no relationship."

"I will choose a place to live in seclusion."

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

The blood demon looked at this scene, his 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 in their own names, doing a lot of evil things, all of which were blamed on themselves.

There are not many strong men in the Blood Demon Palace in the past who are alive now.

It was not easy to trade with the Heavenly Concubine to get the whereabouts of the Heart Demon King, but the other party ignored him.

The Blood Demon did not make a move to intercept him, or say anything harsh, but the other party didn't care at all, and naturally saw that he was a blood corpse, not his real body.

The Blood Demon quickly adjusted his mentality and regained his calmness. The Heart Demon King was the leader of the nine demon kings and one of the core members of the Blood Demon Palace, and could be called his deputy.

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

Now he seemed disheartened, but the Blood Demon didn't believe a word of his words.

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

In the past, I couldn't see through him.

No one knows what he really thinks.

If there was no great struggle, this person would be willing to die of old age and pass on his unique skills, and the Blood Demon would still believe it. But now that there is an opportunity, how can the Heart Demon King be willing.

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

Including the Cold-blooded Demon King, there are four survivors among the nine demon kings.

This is enough to show the gold content of the nine demon kings. Each of them is a strong among the strong.

The old monk watched the blood demon disappear, then walked out of the darkness again, walked to the bottom of the collapsed Buddha statue, raised his hand and slowly straightened the Buddha statue, looked at the cracks on the golden body of the Buddha statue, and finally calmly stared at the Buddha statue's eyes.

A strange situation appeared, the eyes slowly blinked, at this moment they were not dead, but alive.

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

This extremely terrifying scene, the old monk was indifferent.

A bud of flesh grew on the neck, and it started to bloom in an instant. The old monk raised his hand and pressed it tightly. Finally, after pulling hard, it was torn off abruptly, and blood splashed. Looking at the flesh flower that was withering in his hand, the old monk opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp, and then chewed it slowly.

The torn wound was wriggling rapidly, and it was as good as new in a breath.

A bud of flesh grew again, but this time it had not grown up, and it was torn off by the old monk and swallowed in one gulp.

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

The old monk raised his hand and pushed the Buddha statue to the ground. The half of the strange smile disappeared in an instant, and the solemn look was restored.

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

The old monk's eyes gradually showed resentment.

A wave of anger continued to rise, shaking his mind.

He hated.

Why did this turbulent era come?

He also hated this era, why did it come so late, why couldn't it be earlier.

Now he has become a person who is neither human nor ghost. In order to survive and maintain his peak strength, he has to practice the strange martial arts.

But just when he has achieved success in his practice, the era of great contention has arrived.

This is like a bolt from the blue.

He was shocked and at a loss.

With his ghostly appearance, the Tongtian Road is no longer accessible.

There are countless people on this Tongtian Road who have achieved immortality and immortality. There are traces to follow. Just follow the footsteps of the predecessors.

But the strange martial arts is not mainstream, it is just a small school, and there is no one who has achieved immortality through this.

The opportunity came, and God told him that he was not qualified.

The sky is unfair.

The old monk exhaled a breath of turbid air and suppressed his irritable emotions.

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

If he can walk the strange martial arts, it is enough to become one of the immortals and gain a foothold in the land of Shenzhou.

Known as the founder of the strange martial arts, he also became the master of the way and led an era.

He has a promising future, but that is success. If possible, he does not want to choose this method to become an immortal.

Who would choose the hell difficulty if they can go through the simple difficulty?

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

It is not a good thing to be mixed with the blood demon.

The blood demon was able to succeed in the past because of the support of the immortals. He 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 could not be invincible.

Now he took the initiative to flee Shenzhou, his real body secluded in the East China Sea, and walked in Shenzhou with a blood corpse, which was to avoid the immortals.

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

This time the blood demon was able to find himself, and I don’t know which one in the court sold him out.

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

There was 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, beg you to give me a drop of divine blood."

The rising smoke gradually began to spread. The smoke was lingering, and everything began to be hazy, as if it was chaos.

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

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

The old monk began to deal with the traces of the ceremony, and 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 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 blood of God you want is in this bottle."

"Keep it for yourself."

"If there are any problems later, it's yours, and it has nothing to do with the Lord."

"Also, I want to remind you that my Lord is magnanimous and generous. He always gives treasures first and then collects money for those who are optimistic about him."

"Over the years, it's not that no one dares to default, but none of them can survive."

"Thinking that you are a little clever, 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 held the jade bottle, feeling the chubby little hand leaving his shoulder, knowing that the goddess was about to leave, he quickly said: "There is one more thing."

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

Yes.

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

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

Besides, with the status of the Lord of Nothingness, he is just a mortal, how can he 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."

"It's from the blood demon."

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

The little fat girl said sarcastically: "What are you thinking."

"He and you are not good people. They look pious, but they are just trading partners."

"You guys are not even believers and have nothing to do with our Lord."

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

"You all have speculations about the details of the Blood Demon, but I can tell you that it is true."

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

"The blood nerve that he majored in is an ancient and brilliant work. It is an extraterrestrial thing, the product of tampering by the Blood-clothed King Buddha."

"These group of immortals have already reached the limit of the world and can't make any progress. They continue to increase their strength through several methods. Immortal treasures, clones, and all realms are similar. They can be said to be different paths leading to the same goal."

"The Blood Demon is the experimental product of the Blood-clothed King Buddha. It is used to refine it and use it as a clone. At the same time, it also plunders the origin of the unlucky Blood God."

"These guys like to eat more than one fish."

The little fat girl was very dissatisfied. She felt tired of these old yinbi and said in a bad tone: "Now the immortals are promoting this era because their experiments have all been successful, so they think it can be launched. "

"The unlucky Blood God was robbed of part of his origin by the Blood Demon. Even though it's not too much, it proves one thing."

"As long as there is God's help, many incredible things will often happen."

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

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

"That's not to say that I gave him the disguised body of the Blood God. Even if he is immortal, he will collide with each other again and again. I am in you, you are in me, and becoming one person gives the world an opportunity. "

"Pollution is understood by the Blood-clothed King Buddha."

"After all, the world doesn't need the complete origin, it just needs a part. After it is completely understood, the world can be derived in large quantities in an instant, directly replacing its origin, and completely becoming an aboriginal."

"That's why the Blood Demon was unwilling to accept this ending, so he made a deal with my lord."

The little fat girl finally looked at the old monk and said, "You are not worth much. You can obtain this drop of blood from the blood demon because you have a deep relationship with the blood demon."

"The strange way is mysterious and unpredictable. You might also become the Blood God based on this."

"As long as you are successful, there will be one more heir to your final destiny."

"But it is also your destiny. If I can break free from the shackles and escape from the catastrophe, my Lord will be happy and there will be one more collaborator in the future."

"If you choose to be an enemy of my lord, it is not a big deal."

"My lord, it's just one more product."

Watching the old monk gradually leave, the little chubby girl was like a mirror, constantly breaking into pieces, and finally a man with short blood-colored hair took his place and murmured to himself:

"A void identity is useful."

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

"In order to get rid of the Blood Demon's plunder and weaken his origin, he can only voluntarily surrender, gain the favor of the world, and swallow up the Blood Demon's powerful body."

"But I don't know."

"The Blood Demon is himself."

"How can it be so easy to plunder the origin?"

"It's a pity that the world does not recognize this kind of forced self-distortion idea. It must have a flawless origin."

"Otherwise, why bother?"

"Soon."

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

"It's almost harvest time."

"Really been waiting!"