Jun Wuxie stood in the darkness, as if he had fallen into the abyss of his soul. Every place around him contained countless souls.

"This is what the Lord intends." Jun Wuxie's eyes swept across the babies. The souls who were sleeping quietly had no movement. Shortly after they were born, they were cut off from their vitality and trapped in this small crystal ball, waiting for the day of their final destruction.

When conjecture becomes reality, the degree of cruelty doubles unknowingly.

"I suddenly felt that people in the upper three realms were very sad." Jun Wuyao suddenly spoke.

Jun Wuxie's eyes were lowered, "Yes, how sad this is. Why should blood sacrifice to the three realms? Once the blood sacrifice begins, I am afraid that the creatures in the three realms will perish with each other." Jun Wuxie couldn't help but think of those who tried their best to build the blood sacrifice array in order to follow the steps of the Lord. Even Luo Qingcheng, who was tempted by such power, was completely lost in nature.

But how could they know that they could not obtain powerful power at all. Their life is to dedicate their souls to the blood sacrifice. In the end, there is only one person who can truly break the void and obtain supreme power, while the others are just pitiful and sad burial objects.

Perhaps, on the day they die, they will realize that they are all a group of chess pieces that are being used.

The funny thing is that they gave everything for it.

"How can the person who created all this with one hand care about the life and death of others? What he wants has always been the most powerful force. That kind of desire makes him obsessed with it. He can't see everything around him, and can only see the supreme position." Jun Wuyao felt bored. He never felt how glorious the supreme power was. He had always felt that this world was so boring. Killing, survival, and war were all like to fight time adjustments.

It was not until he met Jun Wuxie that he had his own persistence and truly had the idea of ​​fighting to protect a person.

Both are strong people, the concepts of the Lord and Jun Wuyao are completely opposite.

I don’t know how long I have been away or how many souls I have seen, but Jun Wuxie and the others have finally come to an end.

It was a huge underground palace, the entire palace was a huge circle, and around the circle, dark orchid fires ignited, and the firelight enveloped the entire palace in the coldness.

At the center of the circle, there is an altar made of unknown material. On the platform, mottled blood can be vaguely seen.

Jun Wuxie subconsciously wanted to walk forward, but Jun Wuyao suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Jun Wuxie turned his head in confusion, but suddenly he saw a look of pain on Jun Wuyao's face. His brows quietly frowned, and one hand pressed against his temple.

"What's wrong?" Jun Wuxie was shocked.

Jun Wuyao gritted his teeth and didn't speak. He didn't know how to explain to Jun Wuxie. The scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

A piecemeal but painful picture.

The messy picture seemed to overlap with everything in front of him. He vaguely saw the face of the Lord. In this underground palace covered by orchid fire, he was bound with his hands and feet and placed on the altar.
Chapter completed!