Blood covered Huating and then spread to villages and towns around the city.
Swallowing villages and small towns one after another.
There is a City God's Temple in the southeast of Huating. When the blood energy sweeps in, the City God's Temple releases majestic yin energy and turns into a barrier to block the red blood energy.
In the main hall of the temple, the clay statue of the City God slowly opened his eyes, his brows furrowed and his expression extremely solemn.
"My ghost has fallen into an illusion and cannot escape."
"If it hadn't been for the spiritual consciousness left in this clay sculpture and golden body, I might not have been able to save my life."
The City God looked outside and saw that the Yinqi barrier was being impacted by the strange blood energy and was being consumed rapidly.
"We can't hold on here for long."
The city god realized the seriousness of the situation, and quickly took out the tablet, cut his finger, and used the blood as ink to draw a door on the tablet.
The remaining spiritual consciousness flew out of the clay sculpture and golden body, entered the small door on the wat board, and ran along the Netherworld Corridor toward Fengdu City.
The next moment, a crack appeared in the Yin Qi barrier of the City God's Temple. The crack spread rapidly. With a click, the barrier broke open, and blood poured into the City God's Temple like a flood.
A blood pupil appeared in the main hall. After searching for a while, it flew to the Wat board on the ground and saw the door on the Wat board slowly closing.
On the roof of the City Lord's Mansion, Yue Du looked at the Yin God who was still in the illusion, then turned to look in the direction of the City God's Temple, with a strange arc at the corner of his mouth.
I don't know what I remembered, Yue Du felt very good, gently patted Liang Hongyi's Tianling Cap, and said: "You are lucky to be able to witness the fall of the gods."
Although the sun has risen, the sunlight has not been able to penetrate the thick fog of blood.
The civilians, soldiers, returnees, and the shady people in the City God's Temple in Huating City are all trapped in the illusion of pupil magic, and no one is spared.
There was no sound in the entire city, and it was as quiet as a dead zone.
This is a sleepy place where nightmares come.
But at this moment, the huge blood pupil suspended above the city suddenly looked to the west.
A figure broke through the rich blood energy and appeared at the west gate of Huating.
The blood was too strong, and the man's figure was erratic.
A blood pupil condensed in the blood and flew towards the west gate.
The blood pupil flew halfway, as if it hit something, and suddenly exploded, turning into a pool of red blood.
The huge blood pupil above the city trembled slightly.
On the roof of the city lord's mansion, Tsukuyomi turned around and looked at the figure from a distance, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The figure is getting closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer.
Tsukuyomi didn't feel the slightest breath fluctuation, as if that person was just a normal ordinary person.
But ordinary people would never be able to break into their own world of eye magic so easily.
Not even a blind man!
As the man approached step by step, a huge sense of oppression followed.
When the other party walked out of the thick fog of blood energy, Tsukuyomi finally saw his appearance clearly.
It was a middle-aged man with green stubble on his face and a very ordinary appearance.
He was wearing a gray-blue linen garment, and on his back was a curved stick-like object wrapped in linen. It was unclear what it was.
He entered Huating from the west gate, indicating that he came from the interior of Kyushu.
Tsukuyomi's expression became more and more solemn.
An uneasy feeling appeared in my heart, and then it became stronger and stronger.
He didn't feel any fluctuations in divine power from the other party.
Not even the spiritual energy of those who returned to their ancestors from Kyushu.
The man in front of me is clearly an ordinary person.
But the more this happened, the more uneasy Tsukuyomi felt.
Ordinary people?
How is it possible for ordinary people to enter their own world of eye magic as if nothing has happened?
Tsukuyomi's blood-colored eyes changed their patterns and turned into double magatama.
The huge blood pupil above Huating also turned into a double magatama pattern.
Huge blood pupils stared at that person.
The middle-aged man looked up and said calmly, "Evil magic."
A strong will swept away, and the two magatama blood pupils trembled sharply, and then exploded, turning into a rain of blood all over the sky.
Each drop of blood rain turned into a blood pupil, but as soon as it formed, it exploded again, and countless blood pupils exploded into a thick blood mist.
The middle-aged man let out a sigh of relief.
Then a wind blew up, blowing away the blood mist covering the entire Huating.
In the sky, a bright sun hangs high, and the scorching sunlight bakes the city.
On both sides of the street, people were returning to their ancestors. The citizens woke up and looked around blankly.
When they saw the middle-aged man, they were stunned for a moment, then overjoyed and fell to the ground.
"Oh my god, it's Zhou War God!"
"Meet Zhou War God!"
"I've seen Zhou War God!"
People's voices were full of awe.
Tsukuyomi was slightly startled.
The middle-aged man is none other than Zhou Yan, the No. 1 war god in Kyushu.
Facing the worship of everyone, Zhou Yan didn't seem to hear anything. He just looked up at the bright sun. After a while, he moved his eyes to the head on the roof of the City Lord's Mansion.
Slowly he spoke: "A scholar cannot be without great perseverance. The responsibilities are heavy and the road is long. Isn't it important to be benevolent when one considers one's responsibilities? Isn't it too far to do it only after death?"
The blood in Liang Hongyi's eyes gradually faded away, and his eyes returned to clarity.
Zhou Yan said slowly:
"Fifty years ago, a beast wave attacked Loulan in the northwest. The Liang family, ranging from a six-year-old boy to a ninety-year-old man, 283 men, women and children, all climbed onto the city wall and fought to the death."
"When the reinforcements arrived, all the Liang family members died in the battle."
"Only one pregnant woman found a nine-month-old fetus that had not yet expired in her belly."
Liang Hongyi's pupils trembled sharply, and the last trace of blood disappeared.
Two lines of hot tears rolled down from the eyes of this fifty-year-old city lord.
Zhou Yan walked forward step by step.
Stepping into the void, we came to the roof of the city lord's mansion.
He knelt down and looked at the head in front of him.
"A scholar cannot be without great perseverance. The road ahead is long and arduous."
"You still have a long way to go, and you shouldn't stop here."
After saying these words, a strong will covered Huating, controlling a headless corpse to pass through the city and come to Zhou Yan.
The corpse bent down, picked up Zhou Yan's head, and placed it on his neck.
The majestic power of Qi gathered from all directions and turned into countless Qi threads, suturing all the blood vessels, meridians, bones, muscles, and skin in the neck.
Immediately afterwards, the power of luck entered the chest, turned into a hand, pinched the heart, loosened it, pinched it again, and loosened it again...
Thump, thump!
The dead heart beats again, and the power of luck pours into the heart and blood vessels around the body, turning into heat flow and melting the blood that has long been solidified.
"hiss!"
Liang Hongyi took a sharp breath, followed by a big breath.
He looked down at his hands that had turned from pale to slightly rosy, and at his body that was quickly reviving, and cried with joy, "Thank you God of War for extending your life!"
Zhou Yan nodded, "Step back, one of Gao Tianyuan's three noble sons is not something you can deal with."
Liang Hongyi did not hesitate at all and respectfully stepped down.
He had absolute trust in the number one God of War in Kyushu.
When Liang Hongyi walked away, Zhou Yan looked up at the sky again.
A scorching sun suspended in the sky, releasing a scorching light.
Zhou Yan said with some displeasure, then took off the long bow from his back, pulled off the linen, bent the bow body, and wrapped the bowstring around both ends of the long bow.
The No. 1 God of War in Kyushu raised his long bow without nocking an arrow. He only slightly stretched the long bow string towards the sun in the sky, and then released it.
There was a harsh popping sound.
Immediately afterwards, the sun exploded in the sky.
