In a peaceful and peaceful world, there are five peaks stretching towards the sky like a palm. At this moment, in a valley that is equivalent to the palm of a hand, there are three wisps of blue smoke curling up.
A large cauldron with a height of three feet was placed in the middle of the valley. Inside the cauldron, there were three huge incense sticks as thick as arms. When the breeze blew, the incense bloomed with countless sparks, becoming more and more vigorous.
In front of the big cauldron, there is a statue about ten feet high, exactly like Ye Dong.
Behind the cauldron, there were hundreds of monks standing. The leader was a young man. He was wearing a blood-colored gown and had a resolute face. His expression showed an indomitable perseverance. There was a line between his eyebrows.
The cyan dragon-shaped mark is like a totem.
The young man silently watched the green smoke rising from the cauldron, then facing the huge statue, he knelt down on his knees with a "pop" sound and said respectfully: "Master, today my disciple Zhou Longcheng established a bloodline in this world of waves.
One door to prison!"
Hundreds of monks behind him all knelt down on the ground along with the young man. Everyone looked at the statue with respect.
The strength of the young man named Zhou Longcheng in front of them had already astonished them, even far beyond their imagination. The strength of his master was so high that they couldn't even think about it.
However, this also filled their hearts with excitement. Who doesn't want to join a powerful sect with a powerful sect leader?
After leading everyone to kneel and kowtow three times, Zhou Longcheng stood up and looked deeply at the statue of Hui Ye Dong again. Then he turned to the people behind him and said: "From now on, you are the disciples of the Blood Prison Sect.
, remember, there is always only one prison master of the Blood Prison, and that is my master. His name is Ye Dong! Your heads can be cut off, your blood can be shed, and your lives can be lost, but this statue cannot fall. Blood Prison
No sect can be destroyed! Remember!"
"Disciple, remember!" Everyone said in unison, the voice was loud and reached the sky.
Nodding silently, Zhou Longcheng turned around, looked deeply at the statue of Master again, and thought in his heart: "Master, where are you now? In the past seven years, this disciple has been looking for your whereabouts and following your path.
There is no trace of you, but there is still no news until now. But master, you can rest assured that this disciple has not forgotten your instructions. In the past seven years, I have traveled a total of 1,234 worlds, and in all these worlds, I have
I created the Blood Hell Gate and erected your statue. As long as you pass through these worlds, you will definitely be able to find it!"
"Counting today, the number of Blood Prison sects in the Conferred God War has reached 16,466. Of course, this is just the beginning. The disciples will continue to go on, continue to create, and make me bloody.
The Prison Sect truly appears in every world and will be passed down forever!"
After saying this, Zhou Longcheng walked slowly towards the distance with his hands behind his back.
If anyone who is familiar with Ye Dong sees Zhou Longcheng at this moment, someone will definitely think of him as Ye Dong, with the same blood-colored gown, the same flying black hair, the same extraordinary appearance...
The only difference is that behind Zhou Longcheng, an illusory green dragon full of majesty can be vaguely seen!
Zhou Longcheng took one step and he was already hundreds of miles away. He took two steps and his figure was only a small dot. He took three steps and completely disappeared from everyone's eyes.
…
Ye Dong stared at his statue, and his spiritual thoughts completely covered all his statues in this world in an instant. Where a statue is, it is the foundation of the Blood Prison Sect. In this world alone, the Blood Prison Sect
The number exceeds a hundred.
To establish hundreds of sects in a world by oneself, even if they have this strength, few people can have the patience and persistence.
Anyway, Ye Dong knew that he definitely couldn’t do it!
However, Zhou Longcheng did it. With his excellent perseverance and persistence, he really did it.
"Longcheng!"
Ye Dong softly murmured his apprentice's name again, feeling thousands of emotions in his heart.
When he withdrew his gaze and looked at the monks with deep reverence on their faces, he could see that their practice had nothing to do with the Blood Prison. Instead, it was related to Zhou Longcheng's own practice.
The exercises are closely related.
This made Ye Dong couldn't help but smile bitterly again. Apart from teaching Zhou Long Chengtian combat skills, he indeed did not teach him any cultivation techniques. It was entirely the inheritance of the Qingdi clan that he had awakened and practiced on his own.
However, why do I feel a touch of kindness from these monks?
Ye Dong called the old man in front of him and said, "I want to see your memory!"
"Prison Master, please do whatever you want!"
The old man had no idea how Ye Dong would check his memory, but out of respect for Ye Dong, he certainly would not resist at all.
Ye Dong nodded, his spiritual mind swept through the old man's soul and saw his past memories.
Pray three times a day!
Nearly a thousand monks, led by this old man, must worship the statue of Ye Dong three times every day!
And on several special days every year, such as the day when the statue was built and the day when the Blood Hell sect was established, nearly a thousand monks would worship in front of the statue for a whole day.
Every time he worshiped, Ye Dong could see the heartfelt reverence and piety on every monk's face in the old man's memory.
And, every monk's eyebrows will overflow with a trace of vague gas, like threads, pouring into Ye Dong's statue.
It is precisely because of this kind of worship that over time, these gases have accumulated more and more densely, as if adding spirituality to the statue, so much so that when Ye Dong saw it, he seemed to see himself.
Obviously, the most fundamental reason why Ye Dong felt kind to the statues and these monks who had not practiced the blood hell technique at all was because of these gases.
"What kind of gas is this?"
Ye Dong frowned. He had never seen these gases before, so naturally he couldn't figure out what they were.
"No, I must find out what this gas is!"
Ye Dong retracted his spiritual thoughts and said: "You guys wait here for a moment, I will come soon!"
After leaving these words, Ye Dong's figure had disappeared, and he was directed at this magical power. The look of reverence on the faces of nearly a hundred monks suddenly became stronger. The old man even turned around and shouted at everyone: "Still stunned.
What to do, call all the disciples over quickly, the prison master is coming in person today, and the worship ceremony is ahead of schedule!"
Half an hour later, more than 2,000 monks gathered here. Each one of them worshiped Ye Dong's statue deeply with piety.
A faint trace of gas overflowed from their eyebrows and flowed into the statue in front of them. The eyes of the statue, which were completely carved from stone, actually flashed with a trace of light, as if they were alive.