Deep in the deep forest, a lonely church-like building stands in it. Due to the erosion of the years, the church is somewhat dilapidated. The outer wall has been covered with pale green moss. Thick vines have fallen from the branches of several large trees nearby.
The top of the church spreads along the pointed roof.
The canopy of trees blocked the sky, and there was still a little mist in the forest. The sunlight filtering through the leaves was like a hazy band of light.
This church-like building looks so dead, strange, and dark.
Zhao Xuan stood in front of the church, looking up at this church that could still see its former splendor from its dilapidation.
"It's not the Spirit Hall."
After looking at it, Zhao Xuan firmly thought that although the style of this building was very similar to that of Wuhun Palace, the decorations were very different.
Looking down at the footprints spreading to the church, Zhao Xuan took a deep breath and his eyes flickered.
The entrance to the church was like a maw of an abyss, just waiting for him to fall into a trap.
"Let me see what kind of monsters you are." He murmured.
When you walk into the church, the first thing you see is a tall statue of God. He is dressed in gentleman's clothes, with his collar raised high, holding a goblet in his hand, looking up to the sky.
There was an arrogant smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was sneering at something, and a few drops of inexplicable liquid were dripping from the corners of his clothes.
After Zhao Xuan took a few glances, he turned his attention to other places in the church, but when his eyes just fell on the surroundings, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Around the church, circles of skulls were piled up in the corners, completely surrounding the church. Countless dusty skulls looked at Zhao Xuan with empty eyes, as if they were silently telling the pain they had experienced.
Zhao Xuan took a deep breath and felt his scalp numb. Where on earth is this place?
He quickly looked for the entrance. How could such a big church hide anyone? The entire hall could be seen clearly at a glance. There must be a secret passage inside.
Entering the interior of the forest, the spiritual barrier naturally no longer existed. Zhao Xuan's consciousness quickly found a passage, which was under the two-meter-high base at the foot of the statue.
"boom!"
Zhao Xuan casually smashed the base at the foot of the statue, and the rubble immediately flew away, revealing the entrance to the dark hole hidden inside.
Zhao Xuan hesitated for a moment, then stepped into it without hesitation, with determination on his face, while actively mobilizing all the available strength in his body.
The deep tunnel was very long and there was no light, but it did not have much influence on Zhao Xuan. Under the glance of his divine consciousness, there was nowhere to hide.
On both sides of the tunnel, there are also skulls placed randomly, like stones on the roadside.
Zhao Xuan felt a little panicked and angry at the same time. Who are they and what are they doing?!
Not only does this place not look like a temple, but it looks like a devil's cave, where the devils who devour human beings are hidden. The souls of the dead are floating in it, telling the passers-by about the sins of the prisoners.
Not long after walking in the deep tunnel, the vision suddenly opened up. A huge hall was revealed in front of you, and at the same time, a disgusting smell of blood assaulted your nostrils.
With a look on his face, Zhao Xuan turned around and saw that there was a blood pool full of scarlet blood not far ahead. There were more than a dozen men in black robes standing beside the blood pool.
Each of them held in their hands a haggard woman with a blank look on her face. Their face was pale and lacked energy, and their eyes were empty.
The men in black robes held the women's necks with one hand, and held an ornately decorated dagger in the other hand. The moment Zhao Xuan looked at them, the dagger in their hands swiped across the women's necks.
The moment the cold dagger touched their necks, a strange color finally appeared in the empty eyes of those women, a flash of panic flashed past, their faces struggled but they could not make any sound.
The sharp blade cut across the delicate skin, and more than a dozen streams of blood spurted out at the same time and fell into the pool of blood in front of them.
They began to struggle, with pain and fear on their faces, but the hands of the men in black robes held their necks tightly like iron pliers, preventing them from moving.
Zhao Xuan's figure was in the darkness. The dome of the hall was made up of countless stained glass. The countless colors formed a strange picture. In the center of the picture was a sea of blood, and in the sea of blood stood a tall figure.
Since the dome is broken, I don't know the shape of the figure, but if my guess is correct, it should be the god I saw in the church before.
Zhao Xuan finally stepped out of the shadows, his face turned cold and his eyes were emotionless.
The moment Zhao Xuan stepped out of the darkness, the dozen black-robed men beside the blood pool all looked at him.
A weak light fell on Zhao Xuan's face, reflecting his slightly childish face.
Surprise, astonishment, disdain, vigilance, and bloodthirsty flashed across their eyes...
The figure on the high throne in the innermost part of the hall facing him also trembled slightly.
Immediately, a somewhat surprised voice came out: "So young?"
Immediately, the voice sighed slightly, as if regretting: "What a pity for such a young and energetic body, why are you not a virgin?"
Zhao Xuan was extremely calm at this moment, and a fierce murderous intention suddenly flashed in his eyes.
The figure seemed to feel something, and laughed loudly: "Young man, welcome to the Blood Demon Church! Are you willing to believe in the great Blood God? Fall into the arms of God."
Zhao Xuan sneered, his tone as cold as a knife: "I have never seen a church that is hiding like a bug, let alone a god whose temple is broken."
The figure fell silent, and then a cry full of anger echoed in the hall: "Kill him!"
The sound fell! A dozen men in black robes beside the blood pool threw the lifeless corpses in their hands into the blood pool. The blood pool bubbled gurglingly and swallowed up the corpses in an instant.
At the same time, countless brilliant soul rings shined in the hall.
White, yellow, purple, and black! The four colors of soul rings are flashing like neon lights. The grand scene makes people feel a little unbelievable.
What's even more weird is that, without exception, those soul rings are covered with a thin layer of blood, which is extremely weird.
"Twelve people, two soul sects, five soul kings, three soul emperors, and two soul saints, what a big deal!"
A strange color flashed in Zhao Xuan's eyes. It was hard to imagine that such a group of strong men could exist in such an inexplicable small church.
But these are nothing to worry about. What makes Zhao Xuan more afraid is the figure sitting high on the throne, that bloated and fat woman. The pressure coming from her body is not much different from that of Jade Lord Douluo Li Qing!
"Title Douluo!" Zhao Xuan was shocked in his heart.
The dozen or so men in black robes who received the order all had fanatical expressions on their faces. After giving the order to take action, they shouted: "Bless the Blood God!"