You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 516: Massacre

On a late autumn night, the moonlight was hazy. An uninvited guest quietly appeared in the shadow of the tribe. His arrival was silent, but it brought a sense of oppression that could not be ignored. His eyes, like the brightest stars in the night sky, sparkled and revealed a kind of depth and determination. His eyes were like swords, seemingly able to see through every secret in the night.

The visitor was wearing a black cape with his hat pulled down low, revealing only his sharp chin and thin lips that seemed to be smiling. He had a handsome face, but with an unquestionable coldness. His eyebrows were as thick and black as ink, slightly raised, revealing a hint of provocation. His nose was straight, giving people an impression of determination.

His steps were steady and powerful, and each step he took on the fallen leaves made a rustling sound, like the whisper of the night. Although his appearance was mysterious, his eyes were unusually bright, as if they could see through people's hearts, making people want to explore the story behind him.

He looked around at the monsters and the architectural layout here, and suddenly raised his head to look at Xiao Yao and other monsters.

Fighting breaks out.

When the sixth bronze pillar collapsed, the blood moon in the night sky suddenly opened its pupils. The giant face covered with star patterns spit out a blue comet, which fell into the swamp area on the north side of the altar. A human figure rose from the boiling mud, leaving burning marks on the ground with every step.

"Another blood sacrifice to the evil god?" Aqiu's voice trembled like metal and stone colliding. He raised his hand to intercept the phosphorus rocket fired by the Fox Fire Tribe, and the dark blue flame collapsed into black crystals in his palm.

Suddenly, a green wave of man-eating vines suddenly rose from the ground. The skin of the three hundred Green Ivy Tribe warriors showed wood textures, and their pupils turned into emerald vertical pupils. They pierced Qiu's chest with the magic plant grown by the blood-feeding vine, but found that what they pierced was a twisted phantom.

"What an interesting welcome ceremony." Aqiu snorted coldly, then slashed them all with his sword.

"Damn it!"

Twelve waterspouts rose from the swamp, and the bone flute of the mermaid elder activated the ten thousand years of cold marrow. The ground beneath his feet instantly crystallized into an ice prison, but the moment those ice spikes touched the corners of his clothes, they suddenly grew in the opposite direction and pierced the caster. The oldest priest of the Jiaoxiao tribe looked at the ice cone on his chest, terrified!

Such terrifying power is enough to make him a general even in a powerful gathering place like Nether City.

"All of you die!" A Qiu walked over, stepping on the priest's frozen tears, and the jade pendant on his waist lit up with the soul-devouring beast totem. All the ice crystals exploded into poisonous hidden weapons, turning the entire swamp area into a graveyard filled with prisms.

Eighteen fire spirits merged into a red-gold sun on top of the altar. The leader who looked like a golden crow cut off his left arm and threw it into the blood pool, awakening the lava dragon deep in the earth veins. But when Qiu glared, the dragon flame that was supposed to devour him instead wrapped around the bronze pillar.

The burning copper liquid poured down like a rainstorm, and the young demons who were holding their coming-of-age ceremony were cast alive into sculptures. The star-patterned robe of the witch priest was melted through with seven holes, and the prison array he drew with his own blood was rewritten into a sacrificial array by the other party using a fox tail dipped in wolf blood.

When the base of the altar began to absorb the blood of the demons, the surviving elders became even more terrified. They felt that the power of the evil god was devouring them and they were becoming food!
"Stop!" The witch shattered the bronze mask, revealing a face covered with spells. But the spells used to seal the ancient power were falling off, and every time he tore off a piece of skin, the altar cracked a new crack. At this time, Qiu finally took off the mask, and the appearance he revealed made the remaining warriors of the Foxfire Tribe go crazy.

But it was of no use, Aqiu cut it with his sword, stepped forward quickly, and continued the killing.

When the warriors of the Xiqu tribe threw the meteor hammers embedded with animal teeth, a string of bronze bells flew out of Aqiu's sleeves. Every ring of the bells caused the animal teeth to fall off and grow again. Those sharp teeth with flesh and blood flew back and nailed their owners to the trunk of the blood banyan tree. The bark quickly proliferated to wrap around the struggling body, leaving only human-shaped protrusions on the surface.

The assassins trained by the tribe turned into seven residual images, but Qiu crushed his own shadow. Darkness emerged from the cracks and devoured the entities. The assassins screamed and melted into nothingness. The only surviving captain cut off his right leg and found countless black whiskers crawling towards his heart from the broken limb.

The dying astrologer detonated the crystal ball, condensing her life's cultivation into a star-spear. But Ah Qiu just blew away the blood butterfly that fell on his shoulder, and the spear that was supposed to pierce his soul suddenly turned around and nailed the old woman's seven reincarnations to the void life track at the same time.

When the heart of the seventh demon elder stopped beating, the jade pendant on Aqiu's waist suddenly floated in mid-air. The bronze surface peeled off the base of the star marrow material, and the patterns that were once mistaken for decoration now revealed their true form - nine concentric rings nested with inverted pentagrams, and the spacing between each tooth mark accurately corresponded to the ecliptic offset value.

The blood that the witch coughed up was captured by the gravity of the totem, stretching out thin blood threads in the air. These blood threads automatically wove into a three-dimensional symbol array, resonating with the array diagram at the bottom of the altar that had been sealed for countless years. What oozed out of the cracks in the ground was not magma, but solidified fragments of time.

The jade pendant projected a picture of the first generation of witch priests making hand seals in the thunderstorm. He pierced his eye sockets with his ten fingers, and the eyeballs he dug out decomposed into yin and yang fish in the air. The soul that should have dissipated was forcibly anchored in the world, and the price was that each successor had to gouge out his left eye and fill it into the altar array eye.

The altar that was burned by the skyfire many years ago reappeared, and the charred corpse of the first generation of witch priests was crawling into the dragon vein node. His broken spine inserted into the cracks in the earth's crust, transforming himself into a living bridge connecting the real world and the virtual world.

The contemporary witch priest suddenly knelt and twitched, and the demon pattern on his back peeled off into bloody talisman paper. The talisman paper that sealed the residual souls of the witch priests of all generations was now being pulled towards the center of the jade pendant by the power of the totem.

A loud noise of mechanism turning was heard from the bottom of the altar, and seventy-two crystal coffins emerged from the ground. Each coffin contained the puppet bodies of past witch priests, and their hearts were connected to jade pendants through bronze chains. A Qiu tore open the chest cavity, revealing the chaotic core of the gears inside. The number of teeth on those gears just corresponded to the heartbeat frequency of the survivors present.

"This is not killing." Aqiu's voice suddenly turned into a trio of male and female voices, and the jade pendant began to absorb the memory light dust floating in the blood mist. "I am just understanding the cause and effect. All forces that sacrifice to the evil god should die."

The last witch suddenly screamed, and the fetus in her belly was drawing the wheel of life totem through her belly. All the blood flowing on the ground rose up into the air, condensing into a blood-red spiral column that penetrated the sky and the earth. Billions of painful faces appeared on the surface of the column, which were the soul imprints of the demon sacrificers of all generations. When the spiral column broke through the clouds, the space within a radius of 100 miles began to crystallize. The hyena that was gnawing on the corpse was frozen in the moment of leaping, but its shadow continued to move and grow fangs. The witch priest found that his left hand had become transparent, and through the skin, he could see the ancient picture of the first generation touching the altar with this hand.

When Aqiu saw this, he gradually frowned and felt a bad premonition.

The crown of the blood banyan tree rustled and shed its glowing annual rings, which reorganized into an Ouroboros totem in the air. The pupils of the survivors of the twelve tribes simultaneously reflected a strange scene: they were experiencing their lives in reverse order, and their recently deceased relatives stood up from the pool of blood and walked backwards to complete their unfinished lifespan.

The dying astrologer suddenly laughed wildly, and a black feather floated out of the core of her shattered crystal ball. This was the wing fragment that was burned when the first generation of witch priests fell from heaven. A miniature life wheel totem was engraved at the root of the feather - but it was mirror-symmetrical with the one on the jade pendant.

The mother-in-law stabbed the feather into her temple, and her brain burst into a star map, as if she was determined to launch this sacrifice. On the other side, Xiaoyao had already shrank back and trembled, having never imagined that he would experience such a thing.

The witch priest suddenly realized that the demonic pattern on his back that had disappeared was growing inside the jade pendant. He detonated the blood vessels in his body, causing the bursting blood vessels to draw an incomplete reverse totem on the ground. When the two totems achieved mirror symmetry through his blood, the space-time structure groaned under the heavy burden.

Aqiu came from the sky wearing a mysterious battle robe. There was a sacred light in his eyes, and he was extremely majestic. The members of the demon tribe were all in awe. Aqiu looked down, and an endless sense of oppression spread. His pressure descended, suppressing the entire battlefield, forcing the demons to obey his orders and end the blood sacrifice ceremony immediately.

But on the battlefield, the leader of the demon tribe is launching a powerful attack. But Aqiu's strength is unquestionable. He is a powerful visitor. No matter how powerful the demon tribe is, they can't stop him. In Aqiu's hand, there is a sharp sword, exuding a terrifying aura. This is the weapon he has painstakingly cultivated in the bitter wind and snow, and it is unmatched.

The leader of the demon tribe let out a low roar, and the demons called out one after another, hoping to get his protection. This was a battle that would determine the survival of the tribe. When the witch priests and others were severely injured or even died, only the leader could save the situation.

But when Aqiu approached the battlefield, his footsteps were sharp, and he danced in the air, shining like a genius. He fought the monsters mercilessly, wielding his sword and slashing at the monster leader.

The elders of the demon tribe knelt on the ground and prayed silently to the leader and the warriors of their tribe, hoping that they could bring victory and allow the sacrifice to continue. The powerful aura on Aqiu's face became stronger and stronger, and his battle robe fluttered in the wind, as if he had infinite power. The demons felt the aura of the genius on Aqiu and couldn't help trembling.

Xiao Yao, in particular, felt a deep fear. The murderous figure in the sky was firmly imprinted in the depths of her mind.

On the battlefield, Aqiu shuttled like lightning, slashing at the monsters with sword after sword. His power was so great that the mountains and seas trembled. The monsters' resistance became weak, and they could only look at Aqiu's figure and struggle under his tough attack. The monster leader roared and displayed his vast monster magic to try to resist Aqiu's power.

A Qiu suddenly swung his sword and turned away. Infinite wisdom shone in his eyes, and he knew the time had come. An incomparable light suddenly bloomed behind him, dazzling. This was the magic he controlled, with incredible power. The light spread forward and instantly engulfed the entire battlefield. The demons were unable to resist and were instantly destroyed.

The battlefield fell silent, and Aqiu's figure gradually disappeared. The sky was filled with blood, and the fierceness of the battle just now still lingered in the air. The battle between Aqiu and the demon tribe was over.

Aqiu slaughtered the entire tribe and freed hundreds of slaves who had been bound. His body was covered in blood.

On this bloody night, the young man, covered in blood, stood in front of the burning tribal altar. His eyes were like lightning in the night sky, sharp and bright, revealing an unyielding light. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, as if they could swallow up all the fear and despair around him. His black pupils looked particularly moving under the moonlight, a kind of desire and hope for the future that he still maintained after experiencing the baptism of life and death.

There was an unruly look between his eyebrows, and beneath his sword-like eyebrows was an indomitable will. Even in this chaotic and destructive environment, he still looked so calm and composed, as if all the chaos could not shake his inner determination. Those eyes that were once gentle and focused were now shrouded in the shadow of blood and battle, replaced by determination and courage.

Although his appearance was a little dishevelled due to the battle, it could not hide his handsome features. Blood stained the ends of his hair, and a few strands of hair casually fell in front of his forehead, adding a bit of wild charm to him. His clothes were tattered, and every wound showed the dangers he had experienced, but these scars made him look more like a warrior on the battlefield.

There were rubble and flames all around, but Qiu's eyes penetrated through it all and looked toward the distant horizon. He knew that even in the darkness, there was always light waiting for those who bravely moved forward. His clenched fist contained his vows and determination for the future, and the blood on his body recorded the beginning of his legend.

Soon, Axue, who was temporarily settled nearby, came over and borrowed a still intact house in the tribe to stay overnight.

Life is like this, hacking and killing all the way, and then you still have to rest and sleep. Fortunately, the foundation of this tribe is actually much better than the previous one. After freeing many slaves, he still found the warehouse and got a lot of cultivation resources to support his own cultivation.

Ah Xue saw the faces of slaves one after another filled with smiles of life, and her heart was beating fast. She suddenly remembered that she was also rescued by her master Ah Qiu in the same way.

In this world, there are always powerful tribes that take blood sacrifices for granted, as if their descendants should enjoy the power brought by the blood of others.

The power bestowed by the evil god made them twisted and greedy, but they were not the ones who died.
From a very high perspective, Jiang Qiu watched everything silently and felt an absurd and indescribable sense of despair, as if the whole world was hopeless, there was not much life left, and there was only killing all the way.

(End of this chapter)