Among the hundreds of kingdoms at the southern foot of Da Cang Mountain, Da Cang Dynasty is located in the north. To the south of Da Cang Dynasty, three dynasties away, there is a country named Cang Huang.
The Canghuang Imperial Capital once had a population of tens of millions, and it was also a place of culture and beauty. It was one of the few places in the hundreds of countries in the south where countless literati and beauties gathered here. The name of the city was spread hundreds of millions of miles away.
Today, the Canghuang Imperial Capital has become the headquarters of the Reincarnation Sect due to its geographical location.
The once row upon row of streets were reduced to rubble fields.
The once-popular academy was reduced to a pile of bones.
A hydrogen airship flew slowly across the sky, with several black smoke columns flying into the sky. The huge white airship passed through the black smoke columns, and an angry curse came from the metal pod below: "Those brats below. It’s a happy life to kill people and set fires, but it’s so smoky and miserable for us here…”
On the ground, more than a dozen magic-modified tanks rumbled over, and a courtyard that was barely intact was crushed to pieces. There was a cry of women and children in the courtyard, and dozens of followers of the Reincarnation Sect. Laughing, he rushed out from behind the modified tank, holding a torch and lighting fires everywhere in broad daylight. The black smoke pillars were like the claws of evil spirits, rising quickly into the sky.
At the core of Canghuang Imperial Capital, the former imperial palace has turned into flat ground.
All the carved beams and painted buildings were gone, and the enchanting beauty that had captivated the country was nowhere to be found. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. A thousand-foot-tall bone altar stood on the ruins of the palace. The white human bones were stained with fresh blood.
The Great Samsara King stood on the top of the altar holding a black scepter, his eyes spitting out traces of black energy, and he kept letting out low and ferocious laughter.
"Hu Dali" stood next to the Great Samsara King with a silly smile on his face and kept rubbing his hands: "Today is the day, today is the day, uncle, I will ascend to god... Haha, leader, do you think the emperor will give me more?" A high god?"
The Great Samsara King looked at the airships floating in the sky and the magically modified tanks slowly passing by on the ground. "Jie Jie" smiled and said: "Master Dali has made countless contributions, and his divine status is naturally extremely high." If you are high, your future power will definitely be quite large. However, how high the position of God can be obtained depends on our sacrifice, hehe, whether it can satisfy the emperor."
"Hu Dali" was stunned: "Sacrifice?"
Standing high in the sky, Chu Tian was stunned - "Sacrifice"
It’s all done, why do we still need to sacrifice
Sharp cries came from afar, and large groups of reincarnation believers wearing heavy armor escorted groups of Li people to the altar. Looking down from a high altitude, groups of people could not be seen beyond the horizon, squirming towards the altar, crying to heaven and earth.
"A total of 490,000 such altars have been built in hundreds of countries at the southern foot of Da Cang Mountain." The Great Samsara King held the scepter, and a mass of black energy rose up under his feet, turning into countless thumb-sized black skulls surrounding them. He circled and danced rapidly, uttering shrill wails from time to time: "The Emperor said that each altar sacrifices 100 million souls. If it can be completed perfectly, let me wait in the Western Heaven Territory and take charge of one side."
"Hu Dali" looked calm and didn't make any reaction.
After all, he was just a clone created by Chu Tian using the fruit of the Wonderful Tree of Heaven, an almost paranoid clone who would do anything to ascend to godhood.
Standing high in the sky, Chu Tian's expression changed slightly. He suddenly raised his right hand and was about to punch it down.
Chu Tian was unable to stop the war between Yuntian and these spokesmen, and he had no intention of stopping it. After all, Chu Tian could accept the change of imperial power in the secular dynasty. For the sake of the throne, father and son killed each other, and the whole country fought. This kind of thing happens in countless places all the time. , Chutian can completely accept this kind of thing, and will help one party without hesitation.
Chutian can even accept Yuntian's external expansion campaign.
Bigger territory, more people, more wealth, aren't these what worldly people pursue? Although this kind of war is unjust, it is the norm in the world. Chu Tian can completely accept this kind of war.
But Chu Tian can't accept what the Great Samsara King is about to do!
Chu Tian was not a moral gentleman, let alone a saint, but he could not accept that the Reincarnation Sect had already won the final victory in the war, but for Gongsun Langlang's personal desires, he wanted to unscrupulously massacre those Li people who had no power to resist!
Four hundred and ninety thousand altars
One hundred million people were sacrificed on each altar
Chu Tian felt that the hairs all over his body were standing on end, and his heart was feeling cold. To what extent do you have to dehumanize yourself to make such a decision
There are 490,000 altars, and each altar sacrifices 100 million people, a total of 49 trillion living beings!
At the southern foot of Dacang Mountain, hundreds of kingdoms have territories spanning hundreds of millions of miles, with a large population and countless people. But if Gongsun Langlang messes with him like this, the entire hundred countries at the southern foot of Da Cang Mountain will also turn into ghosts, right
White bones and ghostly howls.
Chutian's right fist ignited a golden flame, and a huge force was about to burst out.
Suddenly, several figures appeared out of thin air high in the sky. They were generals with twelve pairs of black wings on their backs, and their aura made Chu Tian feel suffocated. These days, Jiang spread his huge wings and floated quietly in the air. Dark smoke emitted from the black wings, and gradually a black cloud covered the entire Canghuang Imperial Capital.
The rich aura of death floated out from all over the Canghuang Imperial Capital, and the wails of countless undead could be faintly heard in the void.
In some places where there were too many dead people, green will-o'-the-wisps even spurted out, turning into countless twisted faces and roaring silently at the generals high in the sky.
With a mysterious sneer, these heavenly generals quietly looked down at the bone altar below.
Suddenly, several tall figures appeared again.
He was five to six feet tall, wearing a strange and tight-fitting black glazed armor. His face was as pale as paper, and there were sharp little horns growing out of his forehead.
The underworld clan!
They are definitely members of the Nether Horn clan!
Chutian's eyes were suddenly filled with bloodshot eyes. The Mingjiao clan actually colluded with these generals from heaven
Chu Tian thought of the terrifying racial abilities of the Nether Horn clan - they could use the flesh and blood of foreign races to nourish and strengthen themselves, and they could even devour the essence of the foreign flesh and blood to produce more powerful offspring. In particular, the flesh and blood of living creatures is the best material for these Nether Horn clan to reproduce.
Devour, continue to devour, continue to strengthen yourself, and then devour more creatures!
Heavenly generals with powerful and terrifying auras appeared one after another. They were suspended quietly in the air, quietly overlooking the mortals below who were constantly moving towards the altar.
"Everyone, we're done! I hope this flesh and blood sacrifice can satisfy you all." Gongsun Langlang laughed and fell from the sky, looking at several members of the Ning Jiao clan with a spring breeze on his face.