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Chapter 488: Dead City! Blood Sacrifice! (Subscribe)

This is the view held by the vast majority of people in the world today.

Of course, there are also people who are full of confidence in Chen Yan.

Even including Zhenjun Wuchen and another Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion, Tong Xiuyuan, they both subconsciously felt that even if these so-called veteran Yangshen ninth-level perfect masters were still there, it might not be impossible for Chen Yan to top the Heavenly Ranking.

It’s not that Zhenjun Wuchen and Tong Xiuyuan are full of blind confidence in Chen Yan, but the talent Chen Yan has demonstrated over the years makes people think deeply.

Of course, Zhenjun Wuchen and Tong Xiuyuan would definitely not tell it.

After all, among these "veteran Yangshen ninth-level perfect masters", one of them is Xingyao Zhenjun of their own Tianji Pavilion. Of course, they would not express the opinions that they vaguely felt in their hearts.

Isn't it asking for a beating to say it out loud? Their elder sister Xingyao has never been a gentle person.

Let’s talk about the battleship.

When Wuchen Zhenjun and the other two heard Guo Tai say the words "get used to it", they fell silent for a moment.

Just at this moment, a slightly respectful voice suddenly came from the front:

"Senior, we have arrived at the capital of Zhongzhou."

The voice awakened Master Wuchen who was lost in thought. He then raised his head and looked at a majestic city at the end of his sight, which was also the largest city on the Kyushu continent today, Kyoto!

The ancient city is like a sleeping beast, lying on the vast land. Its walls are towering and made of huge blue stones. Each stone is as big as a small house. The surface is covered with traces of time, but it still exudes a majestic and heavy atmosphere, as if telling the glory and vicissitudes of the past.

The city wall stretched as far as the eye could see, casting a long shadow that separated the city from the outside into two completely different worlds. On the city wall, watchtowers stood in orderly intervals, like the eyes of a giant, staring grimly in all directions.

The architectural style of the watchtower is simple and solemn, with exquisite auspicious beast patterns carved on the eaves and brackets. Although it has experienced erosion from wind and rain, it is still lifelike, as if it will take off at any time to protect the city.

The city gate was tall and wide, like a small mountain lying across the entrance of the city. The city gate consisted of two heavy iron doors, inlaid with rows of bowl-sized copper nails, which shone coldly in the sun, like the fangs of a giant beast, exuding a majestic aura.

Above the city gate hangs a huge plaque, on which are engraved two ancient and vigorous large characters - Kyoto.

Each word contained a powerful force, as if it was the mark left by a peerless strong man, telling of the former glory and prestige of this city.

However, even such a majestic city, at this moment, reveals an air of death that is hard to conceal.

Yes.

It's just dead air.

Zhenjun Wuchen frowned and looked at the magnificent city at the end of his sight without saying a word.

Guo Tai, who was standing by, also had a flash of horror in his eyes and exclaimed secretly:
"Pavilion Master, this..."

However, above this magnificent city, the sky was covered with large patches of dark clouds as if a thick black cloth was quickly pulled over by an invisible giant hand.

Those dark clouds were like billowing smoke, piling up layer upon layer, surging and rolling, as if they were a tide of demons gushing out from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, emitting a depressing and dull atmosphere, covering the entire sky tightly.

The wind howled, as if a long-imprisoned evil spirit had broken free from its shackles and was wreaking havoc between heaven and earth. It rolled up sand, stones, and dry grass, whipping all things in the world, making a shrill "woooo" sound, as if playing a sad song of doomsday.

Thunder roared without warning, shaking the earth. The blinding flashes of lightning were like sharp swords that cut through the clouds, crisscrossing and illuminating the dark sky for a short time, only to plunge it into deeper darkness in an instant.

Every time a flash of lightning flashed, it cast a distorted shadow of all things on the earth, as if fear was personified at this moment, and people were trembling in this doomsday-like scene.

The birds and animals seemed to have sensed something and had already fled in panic. The birds in the forest no longer sang, but fluttered their wings in panic, making sharp cries and blindly looking for shelter in the darkness.

The animals also lost their usual composure, their eyes filled with panic, and they ran away desperately. Their figures were looming in the dimness, leaving behind only a trail of panicked footprints and a sense of uneasiness in the air.

Master Wuchen, whose spiritual consciousness seemed to have swept across the entire city, looked completely ugly.

At this moment, Yangshen Zhenjun, who always looked lazy and came from Tianji Pavilion, revealed an unprecedented murderous intent on his face!
"The Rebirth Sect, damn it!"

Just five words, yet they revealed the cold murderous intent of Master Wuchen at this moment.

No wonder Wuchen Zhenjun was so angry.

If you zoom in and look inside this majestic city on the Kyushu continent, you will make a horrifying discovery.

The once prosperous city was filled with a dead silence that was like a tide, suffocating. The stone pavement underfoot had been soaked in blood, becoming slippery and sticky. Every step was accompanied by a creepy "puff" sound, which was the sound of blood being squeezed out, as if the city was groaning in pain.

The mottled walls were splattered with shocking blood. The thick dark red liquid flowed slowly and gathered into horrific bloodstains, as if it was the silent weeping of this city.

The streets and alleys of the city were littered with corpses, and the once bustling market had now become a living hell. Stalls were overturned on the ground, and goods were scattered all over the place, mixed with blood and broken limbs, emitting a disgusting bloody smell.

The doors and windows of the houses on the street were broken, and the houses were in a mess. The furniture was overturned on the ground, and the broken wooden boards were covered with bloody handprints, as if someone had struggled desperately in despair.

Those once vibrant lives have now turned into cold shells, their wide-open eyes are empty and lifeless, yet seem to still be telling of the fear and despair before death.

There were several corpses huddled in the corner, their bodies twisted and deformed, their limbs bent at weird angles, their faces frozen with expressions of extreme fear and pain, their mouths wide open, as if they were shouting silently, expressing their fear of this sudden disaster and their unwillingness to see their lives disappear.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and decay, so pungent that it made people suffocate. Every breath was like inhaling the breath of death, spreading in the chest and corroding the soul. Above the city, there was a faint blood mist, which floated like a ghost, faintly outlining various distorted ghost faces and the outlines of people struggling in pain.

In the blood mist, a few blood-red lightning flashed occasionally, briefly illuminating this tragic scene, but in an instant plunged it back into deeper darkness and despair.

The howling wind swept past, carrying with it the pungent smell of blood and the wails of souls, making people terrified, as if the wind was also angered by the bloody tragedy, and was madly venting its anger and sadness.

The whole city is like a cursed dead city, filled with endless terror and despair. It is the tragic situation after life has been ruthlessly deprived and souls have been wantonly trampled upon. People's hearts are filled with deep chill and grief, as if they are in the Avici Hell, witnessing the cruelest scenes in the world, unable to let go for a long time, and unable to escape from this abyss of despair.

Yes.

This was once the most prosperous city on the Kyushu continent. This huge city, which once had a permanent population of over 10 million, has now turned into a purgatory and a dead city.

It doesn't mean that there are no living creatures in this magnificent city.

it's not true.

In fact, in the perception of Master Wuchen, there are still living beings in this magnificent city, but it is obvious that these living beings are not ordinary mortals, but practitioners from the Rebirth Religion.

The mortals of this once great city have already been sacrificed in blood.

Seeing this scene, everyone on the battleship fell silent.

No matter which force they came from, when they saw an ordinary mortal city with a population of at least tens of millions being sacrificed in blood, they all fell silent at this moment.

This silence was not fear, but anger, unspeakable anger.

Even someone as powerful as Master Wuchen felt an inexplicable chill rising from deep within his heart at this moment.

The reason why the Rebirth Cult is regarded as a hostile organization by all forces is that the blood sacrifice of ordinary mortals is its greatest sin.

Moreover, from the perspective of Wuchen Zhenjun, he can see even more.

Just around this huge city, four gloomy and mysterious formations were looming, and their formation patterns were flickering with faint light, seemingly outlining complex and dark lines in the air, like evil spirits in the Nine Refinements Purgatory, causing everyone who saw them to subconsciously have an ominous premonition.

In the formation, the light flickered from time to time, like mysterious eyes opening and closing in the darkness, and sometimes converged and flowed, forming twisted runes. Those runes floated in the air, slowly rotating, exuding a cold and terrifying aura.

However, the most eye-catching area is located in the center of this huge city, where the imperial palace is located.

In the huge palace square, an altar exuding a creepy evil aura rose from the ground.

The altar is dark in color as a whole, like a huge rock fished out from the abyss of hell, with its surface covered with jagged bumps and depressions. Each bump is like a painful and distorted human face, with blurred features but one can clearly feel them howling and struggling silently, as if they were sealed in the shell of the altar and enduring endless torture.

Its base is thick and solid, made of huge black basalt. Dark red liquid flows in the cracks between the rocks, like blood slowly seeping out, or like the concrete manifestation of some evil power. It meanders down along the base and gathers on the ground into a pool of blood emitting a foul odor. From time to time, bubbles emerge from the pool of blood, and when they burst, they make a strange "gurgling" sound, as if it is a whisper from the underworld.

The altar was surrounded by several thick stone pillars, on which were carved all kinds of strange and terrifying magic patterns. Those patterns twisted and meandered like living things, as if telling an ancient and evil legend.

The top of each stone pillar is inlaid with a crystal core emitting a faint green light. It seems that there are countless wronged souls floating and struggling inside the crystal core. Their figures are looming in the dim light, constantly changing into various distorted shapes, releasing malicious energy waves outward, causing the surrounding space to distort and deform.

In the center of the altar is a huge circular groove, the inside of which is engraved with more complex and delicate evil runes. The runes flash with a strange dark red light, like a pair of evil eyes peeping at the world in the darkness.

In the groove, there is a lifelike statue of an old woman, whose wrinkled face shows compassion for the world. However, it is this compassion that seems to be the biggest irony in the world at this moment.

The lifelike statue of the Mother of No Birth was constantly emitting wisps of black mist, which swirled and gathered above the altar, gradually forming a huge, blurry outline of a demon's head.

It opened its bloody mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, as if waiting to devour the sacrificial soul. The terrifying pressure it exuded made the surrounding air heavy and depressing, as if even the light was swallowed by this evil power and dared not get close.

And in front of this altar, at this moment, there are no less than tens of thousands of followers of the Rebirth Sect who are dressed in white linen clothes, just like they are in mourning.

When the huge warship led by Wuchen Zhenjun appeared above the heads of these Wangsheng Sect followers, they seemed to be unable to see it. All of them chanted in unison with fanatical and crazy expressions on their faces:

"The old mother's Dharma body descended upon the universe, saving the world and spreading the Dharma; blood was sacrificed to the common people, and the bones were cold, and darkness enveloped the vast river; demonic shadows appeared in the troubled times, and evil spirits danced one after another; the common people were suffering and no one pitied them, only the old mother descended upon the world..."

"…The people are suffering and no one has any sympathy, only my old mother has come into the world!!!"

Those fanatical and crazy faces are like evil spirits in the world and demons dancing wildly.

On the huge warship, even Guo Tai suppressed his discomfort, frowned and bowed his head to Master Wuchen beside him and said:

"Pavilion Master..."

At this moment, Zhenjun Wuchen had already regained his composure, but under this calmness, looking at the followers of the Rebirth Sect and the statue of the Mother of No Birth in the square, it was as extremely cold as the ice from the Netherworld.

However, Master Wuchen looked at the followers of the Rebirth Sect below and said expressionlessly:
"Kill them all!"

"Leave no one behind!"

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PS: Tomorrow is the last day of New Year's Day. I may have to go out for the New Year's Eve. If the update is not timely, please forgive me! Finally, I would like to wish all readers a happy New Year in advance. I wish you all a happy New Year's Day! Have fun~~~
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