64 sections, blood is like a knife, the flesh is like a chisel, and the bone becomes a demon.

If I ask, what will you do after killing someone once? What if this murder won't expose you to any legal sanctions? If you kill a lot of them in a row! Ten, twenty! Each one was so bloody that a quick knife wiped the throat and arteries of the slaughtered. In the last few hands that were killed by the butcher, your body is like machinery, you only know how to draw a knife to bleed, dig open the lid of the spirit, but the red and white brain is pouring out, and you can even see the brain beating slightly in the skull.

The scarlet blood sprayed all over your body, and the screams kept recalling in your ears, and you, like a beast, tore open his throat and artery like fangs with a knife, and even cut off his head under the sharp knife when you tried too hard. The body fell at your feet and broke The cracked neck sprayed a large strand of blood. You picked him up and dragged the body up without mercy, just because the blood was going to flow into the container in front of your eyes.

Then you squat down and hold the dead head. You can't see the expression on your face, only the hands and cheeks stained with blood, and the eyes that have been stained with blood staring at the dead head, holding a knife with no sense of art at all. What will you do?

I think many people will answer, terrible, cruel, bloody and... beasts!

Secretary Wang and Mayor Sun have become the people mentioned above.

The eyes are blind, and people repeat the action of killing like a machine.

There is more and more blood in the center of the altar, and the sound of the heart beating is getting stronger and stronger.

When forty-eight living death row prisoners ended their lives in their hands, the two were still mechanically repeating the act of killing, which was meticulous and almost perfect. Can it be described as practice makes perfect? Even if this kind of behavior is too cruel.

Those soldiers who are on death row have changed four waves again and again. The first thing for the little soldiers who retreat every time is to run outside the warehouse, kneel on the ground and slap themselves hard, and then begin to vomit, mixed with snot and tears.

Such a scene is not only bloody, but also can be described. Maybe such a scene will be a nightmare for their whole life!

The blood pool is rolling, and the heavy smell of blood is as disgusting as sticky glue in the air. Because of the mysterious power of the altar, in such a cold day, the blood in the altar has no intention of freezing at all. There is also a terrible thing that there are more than 40 corpses and so much blood. In the ridiculous altar, which looks only two meters in diameter and only 40 or 50 centimeters in depth, it is so heavy that I can't see the bones. I don't know if Archimed will have an algorithm of 'buoyancy' when he comes to see this scene.

When the last corpse sank into the blood pool, the whole blood pool began to vibrate and roar like a ghost.

Then the rolling blood projected a faint red fog, like a wisp of waving red ribbon, swam around Wen Yi, with her magical dance steps, constantly wandering around. Gently clicked out a finger to smash the red ribbon, but immediately a strong blood fog occupied it, so repeated ten times? A hundred times? Thousands of times? The speed is getting faster and faster, and it is difficult to tell where Wenyi's hands are with the naked eye.

I ignored being dragged by the director of the Public Security Bureau and Zhang Lu, and finally there was no way to knock out the two bigwigs in the city with the handle of the gun. Wen Yi was like a hard heart and never showed any discomfort. As high as a goddess, killing and bloody can't defile her pure heart.

Her twisted trajectory is getting more and more mysterious, getting closer and closer to this heavenly path. In addition to those hands, after each twist, a shadow will be left behind, and then the movements are getting faster and faster, and there are more and more shadows. Finally, like a split, nine 'Wenyi' with the same face, but the action is completely different.

I only saw nine different 'Wenyi' posing different postures, each with a different French seal.

They are surrounded by nine red-blooded ribbons, condensed like silk cloth and as bright as pearls. It is as smooth as the silky chocolate in the advertisement.

"Blood!" A sad voice like a cuckoo's weeping blood came out of Wenyi's mouth that it was just one of the nine 'Wenyi'. The mysterious fingerprints were like a high-power pump in this voice, accompanied by a column of blood rolling blood and pounced on Wenyi's seal.

Then, the second 'Wen Yi' said again: "Ru." Another blood flow reversed and rushed to the palm of the second 'Wen Yi'.

Then the third, fourth, and all the way to the ninth.

Nine words were drunk from Wenyi's mouth one by one.

"Blood is like a knife, the flesh is like a chisel, and the bone becomes a demon."

Nine words are like nine sledgehammers, hitting everyone's hearts. It is a feeling of being hit in the heart fiercely. All the creatures in the warehouse, outside the warehouse, and within a hundred feet around can feel it.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong...

Nine separate taps, like strangulation, seemed to make the heart stop beating.

Nine times in a row, forty-eight living sacrifices, thousands of three animals and five animals, mainly forty-eight souls, and the rest of the animal souls as an auxiliary, a dark, deep corridor between the nine 'Wenyi' floating in the middle of Yang Guang in the air.

Relying on manpower, with the help of the mysterious power that cannot be verified by science between heaven and earth, it has abruptly tore open the space!

At the same time, those mysterious ancient sects on the land of Kyushu, the world's over the world's highs thousands of miles across the sea, all feel the emergence of such a surging power.

It is the most primitive breath, just like the unique one in the wild era. It is something that has disappeared in the world for many years.

Then, the people in the warehouse saw a blood-stained skeleton as dazzling as ruby standing up from the blood pool.

A large amount of blood rushed to the secluded black hole and hit its edge.

And the skeletons are really like ancient demon gods, walking in the void, with their heads facing around the corridor to form a ring.

Wen Yi's voice changed from blood to crisp, as if she didn't shout just now.

"Primitive power, the meaning of blood, the place of exile. It's done!"

The sound fell, and there was blood like the tentacles of an octopus sticking out from around the blood pool, around Yang Guang, watching the blood fly up in reverse, forming a human figure the size of Yang Guang.

Then the humanoid blood protruded countless hair-like tentacles and fiercely pierced into Yang Guang's body.

The suspended Yang Guang roared dullly as if he had been hit hard, trying to break free from the things that pierced his body.

At this time, Wen Yi closed her eyes, knelt on the ground, and slowly and respectfully took out a red rope kit from her arms. That was Yang Guang's amulet.

"Congratulations to the master!" Wen Yi opened the kit and turned out a cluster of shining fox tail hair from it. After holding it respectfully in the palm of her hand, she shouted loudly with her head touching.

Then...

A woman's voice came from the black corridor, which made everyone who heard it feel that it was your closest person and the person you trusted the most.

"The opportunity of the sky, the spirit of heaven, the bone of the demon god, and the power of the sky. Turn around!"

How should that be described as a picture?

Forty-eight red jade-like bones just stepped on the void, bending down like bowing and pulling the 'unwarranted' space with both hands, just like pulling open the curtain on the stage. Forty-eight red blood bones, involving a circle of almost perfect black circles. Forty pieces of blood and bones dot around, like the blooming of the flowers of hell.

And then...

A white jade, I can't tell how delicate the skin is. The nails are dyed pink, and each nail is dotted with several almost real, but the hand of the finger that has been miniaturized many times the peach blossom, stretched out of the darkness.

The hand seemed to have eyes and waved up. Yang Guang's back, which was already floating in the round door, was held around his waist by the almost perfect jade hand.

The voice is as faint as a fairy, and the listener can't describe its beauty at all.

"Hmm, it's really difficult to return your kindness. If you don't use the infinite power of this altar to get a trace of heavenly power, it will be so cheap for you."

The voice spoke, and the other hand also poked out of the darkness, but it did clenched the palm of the hand.

There was just a very faint red light projected from the palm of the hand, and a great power of terror suddenly spread out. Both masters with magic power and ordinary people can easily feel the power. That is definitely not what the world should have. Just like a person can't stand beside the sun, that power is as powerful as the sun.

But the owner of the hand said carelessly, "Sure enough, it is beyond the limit that this space can withstand, that is, I'm a genius, who came up with such a good way to steal beams and change pillars. Otherwise, according to the limitations of the world, you will die. Not to mention that the immortals come down to the earth, even if those great wise men come down to the earth, the arrival of the great people is also useless. Under the suppression of heaven, they can only sigh at you.

The person who speaks seems to be unintentional, but the listener's heart is shocked.

The woman's voice is a little naughty, and a wisp of green hair floats out of my black space. What kind of green is that? It's pure as if it's shining.

The hand holding Yang Guang stopped after finding a certain position.

The hand holding the red light slowly moved to the place where it was pressed, and then the fingers opened one by one, and the faint red light floated gently on it.

The woman's voice smiled and said, "I am a genius. This kind of cheating method can only be effective. The most orthodox and primitive power between heaven and earth is a good thing that is not bound by the heavenly way here. Give it to me! Enter his body and change the world!"