Beside the broken body, half of the spear shaft was pointing upright to the sky.

Praying for a bluer sky;

I pray that the earth will be redder than a cockscomb;

Pray for subjects to rebel;

Pray that the line of descendants will be extinct...

…

The river at the foot of the hillside rushes forward.

Whitecaps roll.

A piece of human skin riddled with holes covered a straw man, following the team of prison cars, returning to the royal court.

A bloody corpse without a skin membrane was pushed upstream by the river water.

A small, dilapidated temple stands by the river.

A red monk stood guard by the river.

He fished out the bloody corpses from the river.

Wrapping the unprotected corpse in his own robe.

The red-robed monk Zunjia Youneng looked at the bloody corpse, with tears of blood flowing from his eyes. He called out to the corpse in the monk's robe in a low voice: "Senior brother, senior brother..."

…

Praying for a bluer sky;

I pray that the earth will be redder than a cockscomb;

Pray for subjects to rebel;

Pray that the line of succession will be cut off.

…

Master Jinglian's gold and bronze chariot was surrounded by monks in bright clothes and angry horses. It left Dabaishanwang Temple, turned around the bustling Luoxe Holy City, and traveled on the rugged mountain road between the two mountains.

It's getting dark.

The mountains surrounding the mountain road were lit up with red firelight.

One by one, ragged people emerged from the surrounding mountains. The firelight illuminated their figures even more red, and they waved scarlet flags.

The word "Yuan Mo" on the flag clearly revealed their identities.

"Disciple of the Yuan Demon!"

"The extremely evil enemy of the Buddha is here, everyone, be careful!"

"Be careful of their ghosts——"

The monks surrounding Master Jinglian's gold and bronze chariot reined in their horses and stopped, and the panicked screams of the monks filled the convoy.

Such a roar was drowned out by the roaring sound!

"kill!"

"Kill them all!"

"Noble, if a monk's head is cut off, blood will spurt out from his neck!

They are human beings, and so are we!

If we want to survive, we can only rely on ourselves!"

The fiery red light spread from the top of the mountain to the hillside and covered the mountain road!

Scarlet blood lanterns lit up in the darkness. Amid rapid breathing, ghosts with heads that were either pitch black, gray, or black and yellow ran out, followed by countless Yuan Demon disciples, and pounced on the panicked ones.

The monk is at a loss and at a loss!

It was as if a giant plow fell from the sky and plowed through the monks' convoy.

In just this moment, half of the monks were plowed to the ground, their bodies shattered into pieces.

The golden and bronze chariot surrounded by the scarlet wave remained motionless at this time.

Seeing that many monks are about to be swept away and drowned by this scarlet wave——

Finally, an indifferent syllable slowly came from the carriage: "Buzz——"

The boundless white light washed away the scarlet all around.

In the white light, each glowing green ghost eye grew to its fullest, growing on the bodies of the yelps that accompanied Yuan Mo's disciples. Amidst the wailing of the yelps, the scarlet wave disappeared silently.

Master Jinglian walked out of the glorious carriage with an expressionless expression.

He stood in the forest of corpses, a look of rage instantly flooding his face.

A high-pitched roar swept across the mountains and fields.

"Yuan Mo! Yuan Mo!"

…

Praying for a bluer sky;

I pray that the earth will be redder than a cockscomb;

Pray for subjects to rebel;
Chapter completed!