Chapter 1264 The Origin of the Bloody Devil(1/2)
The scene outside Heiyun City froze for a moment.
Xie Qinghou blocked Lin Huang in front of him, refusing to give an inch.
Lin Huang looked at the child who was crying and calling for his mother, and his brows were furrowed.
"If you don't kill him... he will kill us!"
Ye Wushuang from behind opened his mouth, obviously much more rational than everyone else.
"Since you know that he is a bloodthirsty devil, you should also know his role!"
Lin Huang spread out the sound transmission jade in his hand and signaled to Xie Qinghou.
Just now, Qin Xuance had passed on the strength and role of the Blood-weeping Devils.
Xie Qinghou was silent.
He turned to look at the ferocious weeping devil, his expression extremely ugly.
he knows.
He naturally knows the role of the blood-weeping devil.
He is the furnace.
The cauldron of the evil god.
This happened to the first generation of evil gods three thousand years ago.
At the beginning, the first-generation Evil God gathered eighty-one extremely Yin people in the world and sacrificed them all to become bloody devils.
Those blood-weeping devils walk between heaven and earth, constantly devouring blood and resentment, and constantly growing!
In the end, the eighty-one blood-weeping devils merged into the body of the Evil God, and became the Heavenly Evil God's first emperor.
Similarly, today's Evil God must be using this method.
He slaughtered 700,000 miles of the human world and killed more than 30 million people.
Then, he used the blood-weeping devil to swallow up the blood and resentment, and continued to grow. Finally, the evil god only needed to fuse with the blood-weeping devil, and he would become instantly powerful.
Outside Black Cloud City, the blood-weeping devil was still crying and howling, and kept approaching everyone.
"Now that you know his role, you should understand... there is only one way for him to end up!"
Lin Huang stared at Xie Qinghou coldly, his reason suppressing his emotions.
"I said, war is not about killing, but about redemption!"
Xie Qinghou clasped his hands together, and the Buddha's light reappeared all over his body.
"Why bother, do it knowing you can't do it!"
Among the Huang tribe, someone spoke up and admonished Xie Qinghou.
Xie Qinghou shook his head, "No matter what the result is, we should try it. At least we tried hard!"
Lin Huang frowned, struggling between reason and the situation.
"Mother is here..."
However, at this moment, Lin Cangxue suddenly squatted down.
She spoke softly, her voice full of tenderness.
Lin Huang's expression suddenly changed and he turned his head to look over.
The weeping blood devil also suddenly stopped, and his wails stopped abruptly.
He seemed stunned for a moment.
Then he chuckled and trotted towards Lin Cangxue.
Lin Huang felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy, holding the instant sword in his hand, ready to attack.
However……
What everyone was worried about did not happen.
The weeping devil threw himself into Lin Cangxue's arms. Even though he was full of murderous aura, he was as gentle as a kitten.
Lin Cangxue touched the weeping devil's hair, "Mother is here, don't cry..."
Looking at the scene in front of them, the faces of everyone in the Desolate tribe were a little... indescribable.
They never expected that the bloody devil, who was originally very difficult to deal with, would be subdued so easily?
Xie Qinghou’s monstrous Buddhist teachings.
Lin Huang's instant sword.
All returned in vain.
On the contrary, Lin Cangxue's words solved this problem that troubled everyone.
In addition, everyone felt a little awkward.
Lin Cangxue... suddenly had an extra... son?
Lin Huang's face turned green.
Xie Qinghou clasped his hands to Lin Cangxue as a gesture of gratitude.
"Mother...mother...it hurts..."
The weeping devil said, with a trace of heart-wrenching grievance on his ferocious face.
Lin Cangxue held the weeping devil in her arms, patted his back, and gently coaxed him...
She stood up, looked at Lin Huang, and said, "I will take him with me from now on!"
Lin Huang nodded.
Lin Huang never dared to say no to anything Lin Cangxue said.
"The Weeping Blood Devil has no life, but is a cauldron made by sacrifice after death. How could he... appear conscious!"
Song Changling frowned.
Everyone was a little confused and looked at the weeping devil in Lin Cangxue's arms.
But at this moment, the weeping devil stopped crying, closed his dark eyes, and became quiet.
Lin Cangxue gently took off the blood-stained necklace from the blood-weeping devil's neck, frowning slightly...
Later, Lin Cangxue's soul merged into it.
…
After half a quarter of an hour, Lin Cangxue finally came back to her senses, and handed the necklace to Lin Huang with slightly red eyes.
Lin Huang was a little confused.
Then the divine consciousness was integrated into the necklace——
In that necklace, there was an extremely tragic scene.
Hundreds of thousands of evil tribes are approaching Black Cloud City. The flames of war and martial arts are falling from the sky. The terrifying power is destroying the entire Black Cloud City!
And on top of the black cloud city, stood a middle-aged man quietly.
The middle-aged man wears pitch black armor.
Holding a bloody war spear.
His hair was flying wildly, and there was an arrogant domineering look between his brows.
However, there was a child less than three years old wrapped in a war flag on his chest.
Behind the middle-aged man, there were hundreds of black iron armors, with an aura as thick as the sea and as majestic as an ancient mountain.
In the picture, Lin Huang saw the black army charging into the sky.
They charged towards the evil army.
Rush away to die!
A lone army...
In less than half an hour, they were all destroyed.
And the middle-aged man holding the blood-stained war spear glanced at the child in his arms, and finally let out a long roar, carrying the tragic song of the hero's end, and rushed into the evil army.
No surprises...
Even though that middle-aged man is a Holy Emperor.
However, with the city surrounded from all sides, it was difficult to escape.
Perhaps from the moment he drew the spear, he never thought of looking back.
Just fight to the death!
At the end of the picture, there is a spiritual text of the middle-aged Holy Emperor...
To be continued...