However, the Red-robed Masters who were responsible for escorting them here could not care so many. They pushed the monks into the blood pool one by one like dumplings.
The bodies of the monks were controlled. Although the constraints on their bodies had been untied before being pushed down from the blood pool, the blood pool seemed to have a magical magic. Once they entered the blood pool, it would be difficult to climb out again.
Ge Yu's soul was stunned by the side, and his body was also filled with cold sweat. He didn't know what the blood pool was used for for a moment.
And those monks who were pushed into the blood pool soon became blood people one by one, wanting to climb up hard. Every time they were about to reach the edge of the blood pool, there seemed to be a force that pulled them into the blood pool again.
While they were struggling, a few skulls occasionally churned out of the blood pool, and some scattered bones came out, which made people feel even more shocking.
It turned out that these people who were put into the blood pool would eventually melt into it, which was unimaginable cruel.
As soon as those great monks were pushed into the blood pool, they started to wail in pain, like a skin-pull, like a purgatory on earth.
After those monks were pushed into the blood pool, it was finally the turn of the monk with a broken arm.
The great monk was very old, with long white eyebrows. He was pushed to the edge of the blood pool by two sacred masters in red robes.
Compared with the previous monks, this very old monk seemed much calmer. He might know that even if he struggled in vain, he looked extremely calm when he walked to the edge of the blood pool. Without the action of the two red-robed sacrificers beside him, he jumped into the blood pool.
The monk jumped into the blood pool and did not wail like the rest of the people, his face remained calm, and he closed his eyes slightly.
The great monk stood upright with one hand, like a Buddha, floating in the pool of blood.
The red-robed master standing by the blood pool couldn't help but admire the eyes of the monk. Perhaps no one who jumped into the blood pool before would be as calm as this monk and willing to die.
This big monk with broken arms is likely to be the Zen Master Maipong from the Reclining Buddha Temple. In order to protect Tira, Songen was caught in this place.
I heard Chen Guang say that Wu Long, the third-ranked figure of the Black Water Holy Ling, likes to devour the cultivation of masters and increase his own strength. I think the power conversion between the blood pool and the cauldron is a medium that can transform the cultivation of those masters, thereby blessing Wu Long's cultivation.
In this world in Southeast Asia, it is obviously more bloody than in China.
The cultivation forces in Southeast Asia are like ordinary scattered sand, but the Hei Shui Shengling family is the only one who controls the entire Southeast Asia world and can do whatever they want.
This is completely different from the situation in China. There are many sects in China and there are many masters from both Buddhism and Taoism. Usually, there may be some open and secret struggles between sects, but once they encounter threats, these sects will gather together to resist disasters together.
It is precisely because of this that the Black Dragon Ancestor dare not be so arrogant.
Looking at the terrifying scene like purgatory in the blood pool, he looked at the huge three-legged cauldron above the blood pool. Ge Yu was thinking a lot, and finally put away the soul and returned to Ge Yu's body.
Taking a deep breath, Ge Yu, who was walking slowly in front, opened his eyes.
Hei Xiaose behind him couldn't help asking, "Xiao Yu, have you seen the scene there?"
"There is a blood pool, and there are many people in the blood pool. Wulong is definitely a big disaster. But depending on the situation, this person is not something we can deal with. Let's save the person first." Ge Yu said with lingering fear.
While talking, the group came to a house, and there were still two sacrificial masters in red robes guarding them at the door of the house.
Mucha didn't need everyone to remind him, so he quickly walked over and told the two red-robed masters that Young Master Songen had greeted him in advance and asked him to come and take over to do the work.
This place is used to being calm and never had any dangers, so the two sacrificial masters did not suspect that they were fake. They just nodded slightly and put Ge Yu and his group in the yard.
This house is very large and brightly lit inside, somewhat similar to a courtyard.
After entering the main entrance, a figure appeared in the room opposite, as if he was walking back and forth.
There are two red robed sacrificial masters standing at the door of the main room, probably protecting Songen's safety.
Not long after entering the courtyard, Mucha pointed to the direction of the front room. It goes without saying that Songen must be there.
When they saw the two black-robed sacrificial masters standing at the door, several of them frowned slightly. The key was how to put these two guys down without disturbing Song En.
However, the cultivation of these red-robed masters is probably in the realm of a real person, so it is probably not that easy to bring them down.
Now that I have arrived in the yard, I can only continue walking forward with my teeth.
When the group walked to the door of the house, Mu Cha began to become a little nervous. He didn't know what to do. Ge Yu poked him with his finger in the back. He took a step forward. Just as he was about to speak, one of the red-robed masters said, "The young master has an order. There are very important things tonight. You can't let anyone disturb you. Let's talk about it when the young master finished the matter."
Mu Chazheng didn't know what to say, but when he heard the red-robed surrender's words, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully: "Okay, let's wait here."
As he said that, Mu Cha took a step back and stood with Ge Yu and the others.
Ge Yu and the others bowed their heads one after another, preventing the two red-robed sacrificial masters from seeing their faces clearly.
Several people pricked their ears and listened carefully to the movements in the room.
As soon as they entered the yard, they heard a vague voice from the room.
"Sister Tira, I have been thinking about you all these years. Tell me that if you promised to be my woman, you would not end like this now. If you didn't say anything else, we will join hands to control Pattaya and we will definitely be able to make a fortune." Song I in the room said with a smug spirit.
"Songen, don't talk nonsense. How can I let my son go? As long as you let her go, I will do it at your disposal."
Chapter completed!