Chapter 607 (1/2)

Sanqingyuan, northern China.

It has been several years since the barbaric chaos. As the place where the war is the most intense, no one can count how many lives have withered here. Now, the gateway between the urn cities has become a bloody swamp, emitting a choking smell.

It was getting dark, and there was a light blood mist rising over the swamp, just like ghosts floating endlessly.

Behind the swamp, dark red blood flowed slowly and finally came into the sanqingze.

For several years, now the Daze with thousands of miles has turned pale blood in the originally clear lake.

The fierce battle is a great opportunity for the small creatures in the lake. I don't know how many fish, shrimp, turtle and crab, which originally had only a short life, have eaten their blood essence in recent years, so they have become the body of monsters and have a new future.

On the lake side facing the pass, there are several ordinary thatched huts. The fence made of vines at will burst out new buds under the spring wind. The delicate green forms a sharp contrast with the blood flowing outside the fence and is full of vitality.

A girl in her teens was leaning on a cane chair outside the thatched house. She was small and exquisite. When she leaned back, her white feet hung in the air and swayed gently.

Compared with those gorgeous demons, she has not fully opened. On her young face, her ruddy little mouth bends slightly, and seems to be smiling all the time. The whole person has a gentle temperament like a girl next door.

”Doudou, eat...”

An old voice sounded in the hut. The girl's eyes lit up, jumped down from the rattan chair and walked into the house.

In the house, an old man with a Hefa chicken skin and a little hunchback is playing with dishes and chopsticks in front of a simple wooden table. On the table are a bucket of cassava rice, a vegetable, a large plate of braised fish with thick oil and red sauce and a plate of scrambled eggs dotted with green Chinese toons.

The old man seems to be old, his hands and feet are not very flexible, and his eyes are not easy to use. The yellow leaves of vegetables have not been picked. There are still several eggshells the size of fingernail in the plate of scrambled eggs.

As soon as the girl entered the house, she skillfully drew water from the water tank in the corner of the house, scooped it in a small wooden basin and handed it over.

The old man smiled and washed his hands in the wooden basin. He took the coarse linen cloth from the girl and dried it. Then he pointed to the food on the table: ”the fish in daze are fine and smart... But today he was lucky. He lost a fight with someone and I picked it up cheap...”

The girl smiled quietly and helped the old man with his meal. There was a happy scene in the house.

There are three entrances to the hut. On the wooden bed in one room, there is an old man with a ferocious face. Beside him, a long whip is like a long snake. His body is tightly wound, the whip tip falls to the ground, and black blood drips slowly from there.

In the last room, there was a huge piece of ice. In the ice, a naked one eyed old man was sealed, and his limbs were twisted in an abnormal posture.

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Right in front of Sanqing plain, surrounded by countless barbarians, six sacrificial Dharma altars stand tall.

The six sacrificial altars are thousands of feet high and look like Six Mountains.