The Spirit of God Million Domain

A dark palace.

There was a blood-red altar inside, with blood flowing all over it.

There is a blood-red statue placed on the altar.

The looming statue exudes a powerful aura.

The center surrounded by mountains.

No one can discover the bloody altar here.

There were many warriors exuding blood standing around the altar. They were all practicing the "bloodthirsty gods and demons".

One by one, they knelt down and worshiped the sculpture in the center of the altar, their eyes full of piety.

"Greetings to the Moon-Eating Protector!"

However, some cold sounds came from inside the altar.

"Your recent progress has been a bit slow. You must remember that only this protector can be completely resurrected."

"The bloodthirsty gods and demons you cultivate can be continuously perfected, and your cultivation will continue to improve."

"I can feel that chaos in the Spiritual God Continent is coming. If our Bloodthirsty Cult wants to restore its past glory, we must be strong."

"If the Bloodthirsty Cult rules the Spirit God Continent, you will all be heroes of the Bloodthirsty Cult in the future and enjoy the protection brought by the Bloodthirsty Cult."

The deep voice seemed to come from eternity.

The bloody light on the altar rose into the sky.

The sky turned blood red, as if the moon in the distance had been swallowed up.

If anyone saw it, they would be shocked.

Unfortunately, this forest is one of the three death places under the Northern King's territory.

Everyone who enters this forest will die completely without exception.

Bloody Forest.

If no warrior dares to enter this forest, how can he possibly know about the changes that have occurred in the forest?

The monsters in the forest have long since completely turned into blood.

Integrate into the central altar.

"Hair care, forgive me!"

When everyone heard the Moon-Eating Guardian's accusation, they all knelt down and worshiped one by one.

Blood began to flow continuously towards the central altar. They knew that this was the only way to accept punishment.

Otherwise, they know even more clearly that the pain of being punished by the Moon-Eating Guardian is really worse than death.

The breath of each one became weak, and one-third of the blood was drained, and the altar became calm.

"Your efficiency has become sluggish. Can you tell me why?" The voice of the bloodthirsty protector sounded.

After obviously devouring enough blood, the voice coming from the altar became much calmer.

"Reporting to the Protector, the situation in the Northern King's territory has stabilized recently, and we have planted demon seeds everywhere."

"It's just that people who have been planted with demon seeds don't dare to blatantly massacre too many people, lest they alert the Northern King."

"We have already thought of a way, which is to try our best to make the forty-nine territories under the Northern King's Territory have as many conflicts as possible."

A middle-aged man wearing light blue clothes spoke to the altar.

"That's a good idea."

The voice of the Moon Devouring Protector sounded.

"You must remember that as long as the Blood Ancestor is resurrected, as long as the Bloodthirsty Cult can regain its former glory."

"Everyone who opposes you will be punished by the Blood Ancestor. They will inevitably perish."

The Moon Devouring Protector's voice seemed to contain some kind of magic power, making everyone's faces full of piety.

"The general trend of the Spiritual God Continent is coming. Either the human race will completely rise, or our bloodthirsty religion will rise, or the demons will completely rule the Spiritual God Continent, or all races will fight and fall into chaos!"

"You all have to work hard!"

The voice of the Devouring Moon Protector was like an eternal curse.

Blood-red light rushed into the sky.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The bloody light of the Moon-Eating Guardian rushed into the sky, the entire Spirit God Continent, the dark night, the vast desert, and the empty grassland.

The blood-red altars gradually emerged from the darkness with bursts of blood light.

The people kneeling around the altar of the bloodthirsty protector did not dare to show any expression, and they all prostrated themselves on the ground.

The Moon-Eating Guardian's laughter seemed to be able to travel through the void, causing the ground to be swallowed up with blood.

"In the past, when the Bloodthirsty Sect was destroyed, the Blood Ancestor used monstrous means to seal his subordinates' seventy-two guardians, thirty-six envoys, and eighteen elders, just to wait for the coming of the Spiritual God Continent."

"Now, the great power of the Spirit God Continent is approaching, and the world is bustling with power. Who can compete with the world."

"Once the Bloodthirsty Cult is resurrected, it will inevitably rise powerfully and shake up the Spirit God Continent."

The words of the Moon Devouring Protector rang out, and those who knelt down did not understand what they meant.

They practice the "Bloodthirsty Gods and Demons" and all they think about is how to improve their cultivation.

How to continuously upgrade your demon species so that you can survive and become stronger.

…

Spiritual God Continent.

Countless star lofts burst out with strong momentum.

There are white-haired old men one by one, and statues with shining golden light.

They all began to shine one after another.

"My ancestor is mighty and will be resurrected when the time comes!"

"As long as my ancestor is resurrected, the Spirit God Continent will be my ancestor's world!"

"The general trend of heaven and earth is coming, and the Spirit God Continent will definitely be reshuffled!"

A majestic and majestic place with thriving scenes everywhere.

An academy is a place where powerful people from the Spiritual God Continent are trained.

On the top of a mountain in the college, stood an old man with gray hair.

He was holding a whisk in his hand, and the crystal-like ball in his hand was suddenly crushed by him.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sky in the distance, where blood-red rays of light were gathering together.

Among the stars, the outlines continued to form blood-red pictures, as if the stars were being swallowed up.

"The catastrophe in the Spirit God Continent only happens once every ten thousand years. Is it inevitable that it will happen after all?" The old man looked at the broken crystal ball in his hand.

His voice was muttering to himself, his eyes staring into the distance, except for those blood-red lights that enveloped him.

What emerged next was the boundless black light, which was the demonic energy seeping out from between heaven and earth.

"The Bloodthirsty Cult? The Demon Clan? How many other great powers are there who have refused to be ordinary and sealed themselves?"

The old man's murmur was like a song.

The crystal ball in his hand was crushed into pieces, and he threw the powder of the crystal ball away.

The moment he was mumbling words, he suddenly shouted: "Who can save the world?"

The heaven and earth seemed to have endless spiritual power, gathering towards those powders, and a sparkling star gradually emerged.

The pupils of the old man's eyes kept shrinking, trying to see clearly who and what figure he was.

His eyes can penetrate the void, but cannot see through the shadows.

Suddenly, the shadow continued to spread.

Immediately afterwards, phantoms appeared one after another.

Poof!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the old man's face turned pale.

The whole person seemed to be dozens of years older.

"The stars are bright and chaos is coming!"

The old man never expected that the disaster in the Spirit God Continent would be so uncertain.

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