This god is really evil

Chapter 134 I will dedicate this Li Yan to the God! (ask for monthly ticket)

"Crack...Swish..."

The sound of collapse was like the beating of drums, and it seemed as if the sky was torn apart.

The Faceless Evil God with a Hundred Arms, with a huge blood-red "Fu" character rising behind him, tore off another arm from the broken blood-red vortex and swallowed it whole.

Then, there was another one.

The divine blood is like a waterfall.

The huge blood-colored vortex that had lost its true spirit eye was like a hill of flesh and blood. It was still struggling, twisting its body constantly trying to break free from the withered arms of the Hundred-Armed Faceless Evil God, but it was completely in vain.

Two towering figures as tall as mountains left the blood-colored magic circle portal in mid-air and slowly descended to the ground.

Their divine bodies seemed to be suppressed by this space at this moment, shrinking slightly, but still more than ten feet.

The two legs of the hundred-armed evil god fell down.

A rusty, cold stone pillar, with a sense of vicissitudes of endless years, stood on the ground and stepped directly on the alchemy room of the Zen temple. In the horrified eyes of the crowd, it trampled the temple into rubble.

The other leg seemed to be as crystal clear as amber, emitting a gem-like luster, but it gave people the feeling of endless breath of death as it stepped into the courtyard on the other side.

A blood-red cantilever hung down, creating a deep gully in the ground. Dozens of Blood Spirit Cultists were unable to dodge and were crushed into meat paste by the blood-red cantilever, and were instantly absorbed into the ground.

Looking from the ground, the arms that grew out from the ribs of the Hundred-Armed Evil God were like chains that tightly locked the huge and broken blood-colored vortex, making it difficult for him to escape.

The broken blood-colored vortex was still struggling, and its ruby-like flesh was constantly wriggling.

But the struggle became weaker and weaker.

All the Blood Spirit believers present at this moment felt a surge in their blood and inspiration. Almost in an instant, they broke through the bottleneck that once shackled them and improved several times or even dozens of times.

At this time, many Blood Spirit believers had serious mutations on their body surfaces, growing strange limbs, or fangs, multiple eyes, and tentacles, transforming into inhuman appearances.

This is exactly what is recorded in the [Blood Spirit Sutra] about the appearance of the Blood Spirit God's followers.

It is also the great power that they dream of obtaining through their repeated prayers and worships.

Even Yuan Jun's power continued to soar. He had completely broken through the Ritual Realm and entered the Ritual Realm of Great Perfection. He could break through to the next realm again at any time.

He was even certain that if the True God Blood Spirit bestowed upon him divine blood and blessings, he could climb the stairs directly!

These are exactly the perfect results that all the Blood Spirit believers, especially Yuan Jun, had thought of before initiating this sacrifice.

The closer these Blood Spirit followers get to the Blood Spirit True God, the stronger they will become, and they will completely become the Blood Spirit True God's followers.

It is now completely certain that the huge and broken blood-colored vortex is the true god that they have been thinking about day and night, worshipping in their dreams, and respecting with fear and infinite reverence in their hearts - Lord Blood Spirit!
However, the scene before them was completely different from what they expected.

The Blood Spirit True God whom they worshipped was now... now clearly being treated as food, being torn apart and devoured by the ferocious Hundred-Armed Evil God!
This absurd and horrifying scene, seen by everyone, made them feel an inexplicable sense of happiness.

It was because behind the Hundred-Armed Evil God, the huge blood-red "Fu" character was shining brightly. Just one look at it made all of them feel forced happiness.

It was as if he was the luckiest person in the world, the one most favored by the gods.

The panic and despair aroused by this horrific scene, the fear that seemed to vomit out the soul, and this forced sense of happiness, together pulled at everyone's emotions and minds.

It made them go crazy in an instant and reach the brink of collapse!
The hundred-armed evil god, who was more than ten feet tall, paid no attention to the people present at this moment. Instead, he was concentrating on biting the trembling body of True Lord Blood Spirit.

It seemed as if nothing in this world could disturb Him except eating.

Don’t talk while eating.

When eating, you should concentrate on what you eat.

Another bloody cantilever was torn off, and the body of True Lord Xueling was only one-third of its size left, but it was still trembling.

Everyone present seemed to be petrified, whether it was the Blood Spirit followers, the monks of the Unstained Temple, or the imprisoned officials, they were all stunned at this moment.

"Pah..." With a light sound, a drop of divine blood fell down and landed directly on Yuan Jun's body.

The divine blood from True Lord Xueling was like sulfuric acid, burning Yuan Jun's body and soul, causing him to scream miserably, but also bringing him back to his senses from his daze.

After all, he was a follower of True Lord Blood Spirit. After the divine blood entered his body, he felt that his body began to become tougher and grew all kinds of strange limbs, but it still maintained its human form.

That inexplicable and terrifying feeling of happiness finally disappeared at this moment. Yuan Jun shuddered suddenly and was finally swallowed by fear and despair. He wanted to understand what was happening now.

The true god Blood Spirit, whom they revered, was now being devoured by another even more powerful evil god with a hundred arms!

The survival instinct of a lower-ranking person instantly took control of him. Yuan Jun knelt on the ground, begging:
"Supreme and Great Evil God, we...we are the followers and followers of True Lord Blood Spirit...I don't know if you...you are having a meal...I am sorry for disturbing you...please...please forgive me!"

Fear, that empty happiness once again emerged from his heart, and Yuan Jun only felt endless fear.

The others present also woke up from their dreams, and they all kowtowed desperately, shouting and screaming like crazy, begging for mercy from the Hundred-armed Evil God in front of them. Before this sacrificial ceremony, they had also dreamed that when the Blood Spirit True God really came down to the world, they would see what would happen to them. At that time, they would definitely be favored and cared for by the True God, and receive the True God's blessings.

And now, when they actually saw the gods coming to the world and felt the terrifying twisted power of the gods, they realized how insignificant they were and how absurd and false all their previous thoughts were.

Just as a person would not care about the thoughts of a nest of ants, would the true God care about their thoughts?
The difference between humans and gods is even greater than the difference between ants and humans.

Hearing Yuan Jun's cry, everyone present, regardless of their identities, whether they were members of the Blood Spirit Church or officials of Qinghe County, monks of the Bushan Temple or believers who came to burn incense, all began to kneel down and cry for mercy.

"Please spare my life, Lord Evil God! Please spare my life, Lord Evil God!"

"We...we are officials of Qinghe County. As long as the Evil God forgives us, we will build a temple for him in this county so that all the people can worship him!"

"Lord Bu Ran, the Immortal Lord! For your sake, please spare my life..."

"I am willing to convert. I am willing to convert to God! I am willing to be a believer under God!"

"I was originally a believer of the Blood Spirit True God. Now I have no way to worship the Blood Spirit True God. I beg the Lord to accept me..."

"..."

Everyone kowtowed desperately. Some of the fanatical believers who were extremely devout to the True Lord of Blood Spirit could not accept the huge contrast and cruel reality at this time. They dug out their eyes on the spot and deafened their ears, just to stop seeing and hearing.

However, most of these fanatics were ordinary Blood Spirit believers. The higher-level leaders, especially the leader, high priest, priests, etc., did not take such extreme actions. Instead, they quickly looked at the Hundred-Armed Evil God in front of them to judge the opponent's strength.

There is no doubt that he is definitely stronger than True Lord Blood Spirit.

The entire Zen temple, and even the entire Būra Temple, seemed to have turned into a Shura field at this moment.

At this moment, everyone below was in chaos. The Hundred-Armed Evil God who was feasting on the meal suddenly turned his head, as if he had just noticed the mortals under his feet.

He saw that the face of the Hundred-Armed Evil God did not have his own face, but only a huge mouth of the abyss full of sharp teeth. His head and face were blood red, stained with the blood of the Blood Spirit True Lord, like a creature that would only appear in the most desperate nightmare.

At this moment, behind the hundred-armed evil god, the huge red word "Fu" flashed again. In the hearts of the people, the strange sense of happiness surged like waves again, tearing everyone's minds together with despair and fear.

The Hundred-Armed Evil God finally spoke at this time, and his voice was calm and pleasant. The more it was like this, the more strange and indescribable it became:

"I am a righteous god who practices good deeds. I am not an evil god. How could you have such a misunderstanding?"

As he said this, he turned over the remains of True Lord Blood Spirit and tore off another big piece of it.

Kind thoughts?

Righteous God?

Looking at the broken body of True Lord Blood Spirit and the bloodstains still dripping from the mouth of the Hundred-Armed Evil God, everyone felt that it was all very strange and indescribable.

Their sanity has been stretched to its limit.

Yuan Jun suddenly came back to his senses at this moment, and said loudly in a trembling voice:
"God! It turns out that you are a righteous God who practices good deeds! Please forgive us, ants, for our ignorance and stupidity and for offending you! Today... Today I am offering a sacrifice to you! This person..."

Then he turned his head suddenly, raised his hand and pointed at Li Yan who was trapped in the blood cage of the magic circle, and said loudly:
"This person is born with the talent chosen by God. He is not deaf, dumb, disabled, or disabled. He is even born with the talent of poetry. He was favored by the Confucian Sage and was given the Confucian Sage's Taoism! I will present this person to the God today, hoping that the God will be pleased!"

Fortunately, fortunately we still have Li Yan as a sacrificial gift.

This kind of natural chosen one, which is hard to find in the world, will definitely please this evil god.

It is a gift to the True Lord of Blood Spirit, and it is also a gift to the Hundred-Armed Evil God.

Maybe the Hundred-Armed Evil God would be so pleased that he would bestow blessings upon him and allow him to become an immortal under his throne.

Helping True Lord Blood Spirit to occupy the mortal world is helping, and helping the Hundred-Armed Evil God to rule the world is also helping, and this Hundred-Armed Evil God is obviously much stronger than True Lord Blood Spirit.

Maybe Yuan Jun can turn a disaster into a blessing and have more blessings than he imagined!

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw wrinkles appearing on the face of the Hundred-armed Evil God, like facial features. His mouth was full of sharp teeth, and he smiled grimly, his divine blood overflowing, and said:
"Yes, this time, it's all thanks to you."

If it weren't for the Confucian and Taoist bomb sacrificed by Yuan Jun, it would have been much more difficult to severely injure the mad Blood Spirit True Lord. How could he have been severely injured and devoured so easily like now?

Not to mention, if Yuan Jun had not used the method left by True Lord Blood Spirit to open the passage and welcome True Lord Blood Spirit to come to the world, it would have been difficult for him to avoid the urgent death knell and come to this mortal world.

As he was speaking, Li Yan, who was sitting cross-legged in the blood-light cage of the magic circle, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of mockery.

He stood up, and the originally indestructible blood cage seemed to be just a glimmer of light and shattered just like that.

Then, Li Yan seemed to be unaffected by the Hundred-Armed Evil God. He walked to the center of the venue and looked at Yuan Jun.

Amid the shocked and stunned gazes of everyone, Li Yan and the Hundred-armed Evil God both smiled calmly and spoke in unison:
"You want to offer the deity to me, which is quite interesting."

(End of this chapter)