[Original fantasy novel] "The Devil's Path" Chapter 1: Reincarnation ① Newbies asking for advice, watching...

Introduction: All living beings in the Three Realms are enemies, where can they stay? The body is entangled in the six paths of reincarnation, when will it be broken? To kill gods and demons, kill immortals and Buddhas, and pave your own devilish path with blood! In the middle of a fragmented and lifeless continent, under the bloody sky, eight majestic peaks formed a circle. This arrangement seemed to correspond to some ancient formation, but it looked so natural. The eight peaks rise straight into the sky like pillars, piercing the sky. The peaks are filled with rugged rocks, and the peaks are placed above the sea of ​​clouds. They are majestic and majestic, but they reveal a sense of death that makes people intimidated. At the top of each mountain peak is a strange stone pillar with ten people hugging each other. The stone pillar is milky white and has magical runes engraved on it. Those palm-sized runes glowed with blood under the sky, looking ferocious and terrifying. There is an iron cable as thick as a giant dragon on the stone pillar. The dark iron cable is covered with blood, but what is strange is that the dark red blood flowing on the iron cable has never dropped a drop after thousands of years, nor has it solidified. It is still flowing like a new life. Legend has it that it is the blood of gods... There is a battle platform among the eight peaks, and all the iron chains are on it, supporting it and making it tower over the rolling dark clouds. There are countless sword marks left by the ancestors on the battlefield, which can be found in every corner, giving it an air of old age. "The blood mist is coming up, isn't there enough time?" There was someone on the Xuanyue Battle Stage! I saw a large bronze bell sitting on the array in the middle of the Xuanyue Battle Platform. This bell was simple and elegant. There were four white-haired old men sitting cross-legged around the bell. There was another person on the bell, dressed in purple. Although he had pale hair, his face was as warm as jade, and he could be described as a child with white hair. It was the whisper he made just now. The four old men in white robes around the clock were sitting cross-legged while making seals, and each of them emitted a kind of light, namely green, white, red, and black. What is surprising is that behind each person, the true spirits of the four great beasts actually appeared! The blue dragon is tumbling, the white tiger is roaring, the vermilion bird is dancing lightly, and the basalt is lying down. Although it is a bit blurry, it is indeed the true spirit of the four divine beasts! But the old man in purple clothes on the clock has no energy flowing at all. He is just like the grandfather next door, kind and peaceful, but more of an unfathomable feeling, like facing a bottomless abyss. The four old men in white robes were transmitting the power of the mythical beasts into the big bell. The energy of the four colors gathered together and made a "piping, piping" sound. This was because the combined energy was too large, but the bronze bell ignored them and absorbed them all. Slowly, the big clock began to become transparent, and the inside of the clock was filled with colored light. You could vaguely see a young man sitting cross-legged inside. Just as several people were transmitting energy, the dark clouds around the battle platform suddenly rolled, followed by thunder, and several bloody thunder and lightning tore the dark clouds apart. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Eight figures passed through the thick dark clouds and shot straight towards the battle platform like sharp arrows, surrounding several people on the platform. The eight people were filled with thick black mist, and the evil aura rolled around, making it difficult to see their true appearance. However, the old man in purple didn't pay attention to these eight people. He just looked up at the sky, but there was still no breath flowing in his body. The four old men in white robes were not moved by this, but only accelerated the transmission speed. After the eight people came up, they just stood quietly, as if waiting for something... The blood in the air became thicker and thicker, and the old man in green frowned slightly, looking solemn. At this moment, a dark shadow appeared on the bloody sky, and what followed was a "power" like Mount Tai reaching the top. The "power" swept over like a big wave and locked onto the five people on the stage. "Ugh!" An old man in white clothes was suppressed by the powerful force and vomited a large mouthful of blood. However, before the vomited blood even hit the ground, it vaporized in mid-air and melted into the surrounding blood, making the smell of blood in the air even stronger. Seeing this, the old man in green clasped the big bell under his body with his right hand, "Dang!" The big bell swayed softly, and the sound wave became a substantial sound wave that reverberated between the heaven and the earth, suppressing most of the "power", allowing the four old men in white robes to be freed.But the four of them were still frightened by the power of the black shadow. It had emitted such a huge momentum before it fully appeared. If it had been full force, the four of them would have been crushed without even having to take action. "Huh?" The figure in the sky finally spoke. His voice was muddy and changeable, and he couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman. "Is this the small bell Han Yun wears on his chest? I didn't expect it to be so magical. Haha, let me see how much 'power' it can hold against me." The blood energy around the Xuanyue Battle Platform became thicker and thicker under the influence of the black shadow's "blood power", showing a liquefaction phenomenon, causing the originally black battle platform to be covered with a blood-colored film. The eight huge iron ropes made a cheerful clanging sound. They absorbed the blood around them like a whale swallowing a cow. The blood flowed faster and faster on the iron ropes, making a gurgling sound like water. From a distance, they looked like eight dancing giant bloody dragons. As the blood energy around him became stronger, the "power" emitted by the black shadow became stronger and stronger, and the sound of the bell was suppressed to the point where it could not be heard. Soon, the Taoist robes on the four old men were dyed blood-colored, exuding evil spirits, which disturbed their ability to calm down. Looking closely at the old man in Tsing Yi, there is no trace of blood in his body. The old man in Tsing Yi is still fresh and natural, but the expression of the old man in Tsing Yi is very solemn at this time. "Did we fail in defeat?" the old man in green whispered, "It seems that is the only way to do it." As if he had made some determination, the old man in green looked at the big bell under him, and two green lights suddenly burst out in his eyes, cutting through the blood-colored mist like lightning. Immediately, he put his two fingers together, and the profound energy circulated on his fingers, and thrust into the big bell. There was a loud "Boom!" and the big bell emitted a colorful light, illuminating the world. The light disappeared after less than a few breaths. And there was a ray of bell soul in the hand of the old man in Tsing Yi. The bell soul was milky white and seemed to be spiritually wrapped around the fingers of the old man in Tsing Yi. "Cover!" the old man in green shouted, and the wisp of bell soul between his fingers quickly grew in size, and pressed to the ground with a "bang", covering several people inside. The bloody breath could not pass through the wall of the bell where the divine light was flowing, and the "power" inside the bell completely dissipated. "Huh!" In an instant, all the pressure on the people disappeared, and the four old people immediately collapsed on the ground. One of the old men raised his head and asked the old man in Tsing Yi, "If you pull out the bell soul, won't we have no chance?" The old man in Tsing Yi glanced at him and replied flatly, "If you don't use it to resist, do you think we will be fine?" "This...sigh..." The old man in white clothes was speechless. "Sure enough," Heiying's eyes flashed with blood, and he said with an evil smile: "It turns out that this bell is not a thing from the Three Realms, so no wonder it is so strange. But then, it is hard to say whether it can withstand it..." (Huhu... let's end it first)