Where the world is created, Pangu’s navel turns into a sea of ​​blood, which is where the filthy air in the world gathers. ±

There are three innate creatures born in the sea of ​​blood, one is the ancestor of the Styx, and the other is the creatures born in two blood cocoons, one is the big and one is the small.

The birth of the blood cocoon is the true spirit of the sea of ​​blood. When you are born, you can fully grasp the sea of ​​blood and become a hero.

The ancestor of the Styx was the first to develop spiritual wisdom and was unwilling to let the sea of ​​blood be owned by others. The ancestor of the Tao, Hongjun, was in line with the way of heaven and earth, and used the power of the transformation of heaven and earth to impact the blood cocoon, and successfully rushed the large blood cocoon out of the sea of ​​blood, and was able to slowly control the empty sea of ​​blood.

The blood cocoon that was washed out of the blood sea was shattered into the power of the heavenly way, and it sprinkled everywhere. A little real spirit turned into a blood demon and threw itself into the demon garden.

It could have been a rare powerful creature in heaven and earth, but was wiped out by the power of the heavenly way, and was congenitally damaged, becoming the lowest existence in the world of cultivation, and being bullied.

The fate of life is a turning point. The blood demon was adopted by a fox demon and named Shura, and from then on he began his new life.

Another blood cocoon in the sea of ​​blood broke through the cocoon and transformed into shape with the power of the sea of ​​blood. Its innate strength is extraordinary, and it uses its innate power to transform the spiritual energy of the sea of ​​blood into life. It is called the Rakshasa clan and calls itself the Rakshasa King.

When the witch clan entered the prehistoric continent, swept the four directions, and the target was aimed at the sea of ​​blood. The ancestor of the Styx did not leave in seclusion, and the Rakshasa king killed thousands of miles with his own power, which was notorious and shocked the world.

Until 3,600 years later, Shura and Rakshasa King, who should have been brothers from the same lineage, became enemies under various reasons. The cause and effect became more and more entangled. Until today, Shura killed all the Rakshasa clan and swallowed all the blood and energy to achieve the emperor's realm.

In that crystal-like stone, Shura saw everything about his life and even before he turned into a blood demon.

Those little by little were imprinted in his heart, as if awakening all the memories in his life. He knew that it was either an illusion or something that had actually happened.

The stone on the palm of the Rakshasa woman's palm is a rare stone dust light stone that is rare in the world. It has no terrible spiritual energy and power, and cannot refine magic weapons or pills. However, it has abilities that no other magic weapon can possess: it can make people see their previous life and thus evoke the memories of another life.

The so-called dust stone is to brush away the dust light from the memory of life and make everything shine brightly.

Everything in Shura's memory shows that if you want to use the power of blood, King Rakshasa should be his younger brother, the real brother. Whether it is Prince Rakshasa or Marshal Rakshasa, the countless Rakshasa tribes that fell under the blood-colored Zen stick and the blood-shadowed sword, they should be their own tribe members.

If it weren't for the Dust Light Stone, Shura wouldn't have thought that such a relationship would have happened even if he had fought to the death. The arrival of this truth made his mind and soul break.

When everything in my memory returned to the origin and rushed towards chaos, and was about to start before the opening of the sky, Shura finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out a heart-wrenching shout.

"ah!"

A long roar towards the sky, and the breath was surging. The dust stone in the hand of the Rakshasa girl could not withstand this power. With a bang, it turned into powder. Between the flying dust, Shura's breath began to become shaking and turbulent. It could not calm down.

His eyes were red, as if he was trapped in an illusion and could not extricate himself.

At this moment, something suddenly flew out of the blood sea channel. In a circle, an infinite amount of red blood-like power condensed and hit Shura. The twelve petals of peanuts, the innate aura. It was the twelve grade blood lotus.

The little red light condensed is the unique karma divine light of the twelve-grade blood lotus, which makes people fall into the wrong things they have done, and it is difficult to extricate themselves and be entangled by karma. It is difficult to turn the world back.

At this time, Shura was shocked by the sudden truth, and his mind was blank. How could he know how to dodge? The evil light in the eyes of the Blood Evil Buddha behind him flashed, and he felt something was wrong. He rushed forward and waved the blood-colored Zen stick and smashed it down.

Unfortunately, he was originally condensed with his murderous aura, and was restrained by karma. At the moment of fighting, the blood-colored Zen stick collapsed, and even he himself became a phantom and could not do anything anymore.

The blood light was like a sword, and it hit Shura Zi Mansion directly, causing him to tremble all over his body, and circles of red light appeared all over his body. It was not his blood cultivation power, but the blood lotus karma.

Shura did not care about the vision of the world or the so-called reputation and power in this life. The only thing he cared about was his relatives: Acao and Zhaoming.

The blood demon is an innate spirit. Although it is not the only one in the world, it is rare in the world like the fire-swalking demon that Zhaoming belongs to, so it is difficult for Shura to find a clan member.

King Shura was famous all over the world, but only Zhaoming knew that his seemingly cruel brother had a tenderness in his heart that others could not touch.

He is as powerful as an immortal king, and often asks ridiculous questions when he is quiet.

"Why do I have no parents? What would it be like if we had relatives? Is there a country where blood demons live in this world?"

Such things made Zhaoming not know how to answer.

Now, he finally found his relatives, and his relatives with blood were all killed in his hands, killing almost no one left, leaving only a Rakshasa woman.

The impact of the soul, regret, pain... coupled with the effect of the blood lotus karma, made his whole body, and even the true spirit of the soul, feel like he was being roasted with fire and chopped with swords, and it was heartbreaking.

It turned out that Prince Rakshasa was his nephew, but he killed him so cruelly and swallowed him.

It turned out that Marshal Rakshasa was his own tribe. Not only did he kill him, he also refined their heads into magic weapons.

It turned out that King Rakshasa was his younger brother. He killed all his relatives and all his clan members, devoured everything about them, and made him who he is now.

Even if you are as powerful as the emperor, so what? Use the life power of your relatives and people to be your own powerful nutrients, and livestock are not as good as those of you.

Looking at his hands, his blood was surging, and it seemed that he could still see the blood left by the Rakshasa King and the Rakshasa tribe members on his hands. It was so red, so dazzling, red, hot and unbearable, like a sharp sword inserted into the heart, soul, and even the soul.

Everything was directly and madly impacted by the concept he once insisted on, and his heart was broken and his soul was lost.

Karma is entangled, as if countless swords and swords are added together, eroding every place in his soul.

"ah!"

That unbearable pain made Shura whistle to the sky, shrill and tragic.

"ah!"

A scream of exclamation, and the breath hit the four directions like a storm, blowing the Rakshasa girl into the distance, but she did not kill her.

Lying on the ground and looking at the Shura in front of her, the Rakshasa girl looked frightened. She didn't know what had happened. When the ancestor of the Styx took this stone and told her that she could be used to kill Shura, she was still suspicious.

But driven by the resentment of the resentment of killing her father, she endured the fear in her heart and walked here. Unexpectedly, it was really useful. The terrible figure was already chaotic, and once the heavenly disaster was bombarded, she would definitely die.

Thinking that the great revenge was about to be revenged, the Rakshasa girl showed a smile on her face, and there was an indescribable madness in her eyes. It is undeniable that Shura had protected her in the South China Sea, but that was too light compared to the hatred of killing her father and exterminated her clan. She wanted to let the murderous man die and disappear forever.

"ah!"

At this time, Shura screamed again, and the 108 Qi and blood acupoints on his body emitted an extremely dazzling light, becoming brighter and brighter, just like one hundred and eight suns appearing at the same time, making people unable to look directly.

The aura of pressure continued to increase, and finally reached its extreme.

The 108 light columns that were about to merge suddenly circled in the opposite direction, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. Another loud bang sound was heard, and the 108 Qi and Blood acupoints reached an unbearable limit and exploded.

"puff!"

Shura raised his head, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, turning into a blood column to surge into the sky, and then fell like snowflakes. It was bright, red, and red, which was panicking and terrifying.

Even the Rakshasa girl who was about to take revenge trembled in her heart, as if she felt something sad, and her heart felt a faint pain.

"ah!"

Shura screamed and howled, his breath condensed like a hurricane, exploding and rushing towards all directions. In an instant, the breath as powerful as an emperor disappeared and became indescribable. A gust of wind blew, and the disaster clouds in the world dissipated strangely, without a trace.

The qi and blood acupoint exploded, the soul was damaged, and the heart was hurt and it was difficult to cure. Under the combined effect of regret and karma, all the meridians of Shura's body were broken, and the Taoist heart was greatly affected and it was indescribable.

The surging aura disappeared, and the blood-colored karma entangled him, surrounding him tightly.

At this moment, his heart was in chaos and he no longer knew everything else.

His red hair seemed to have been drained from blood, and it turned white at a visible speed. In the blink of an eye, it turned into white hair, like an elderly man who was about to return to his destiny, and he only breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that he was about to die from karma, a golden light suddenly flashed and a figure appeared beside Shura.

"Good, good! I am one step late!"

The visitor was dressed in a common robes and a kind appearance, which was the bitter monk who once advised Shura to be a murderer.

Looking at the Shura who was like a useless man in front of him, the bitter monk shook his head and sighed: "The cause and effect of heaven is unhappy in retribution. Those who kill people will hurt others and themselves. How can they distinguish between relatives and enemies when they fall with one sword?"

"Well, since I have already formed this cause and effect, I will form it."

The bitter monk stretched out his hand and pressed it on Shura's head, muttering something in his mouth, and exerting his supernatural powers.

I saw the golden light flashing in my palm, which was extremely mysterious. This is an orthodox Buddhist supernatural power, and there is a way to eliminate karma. However, this karma did not really disappear, but was transferred to himself by the caster.

Under the golden Buddha light, the red karma on Shura's body dissipated and decreased little by little.

"Stop it!"

Suddenly, a figure rushed over at the speed of thunder, and in the blink of an eye it reached the back of the bitter monk.

He was covered in flames and was extremely angry. He raised his hand to condense the power of fire, and used his magical powers to activate his violent powers, and punched him out with a punch.
Chapter completed!