Feng Yun walked a few steps, not noticing that there was a crimson breeze floating around him. At this time, he saw that there were three people sitting cross-legged on the second level of the huge staircase, both on the left and right, and presumably there should be three people sitting cross-legged on the other six sides.

But the most bizarre thing is that these people are not sitting there unharmed, they can no longer be said to be human, but a dried corpse, and most of their bodies have been embedded in the flesh altar under them, or this flesh altar has swallowed most of their bodies!

The lower half of their bodies were all submerged in flesh and blood, the slightly better waist was still exposed, and the worse was only the sealed hands and head and neck that had not yet been swallowed, seeing this, Feng Yun couldn't help but look back at the bottom of the huge staircase, it turned out that there was not no one there, but it had been completely swallowed by the altar. However, this scene did not make him feel the slightest emotion, and he turned back indifferently and continued to walk upward.

After walking a few more steps, there were indeed people sitting there on the third level on both sides, but the number of people was one less, only two. They were also being devoured by the altar, though they were in slightly better shape, and they could still see partially coiled legs. Feng Yun didn't stop and continued to move forward, coming to the fourth level, there was only one person on each side here, and from the somewhat shabby clothes, it could still be seen that the person sitting here should not be low.

There were eight people in the fourth level, sixteen people in the third level, and twenty-four people in the second level, guessing that there should be thirty-two people in the first level, a total of eighty people sitting on this flesh and blood altar, but Feng Yun didn't care at all, and walked up silently like a walking corpse. When he walked here, the crimson aura had become more and more intense, enveloping him like a mist.

Finally came to the top of the altar, Feng Yun's eyes finally appeared, and what caught his eyes was a person and a sword.

The man stood in front of the sword, dressed in an old Taoist robe, wearing an ancient crown, his arms raised, and his hands on the hilt of the sword. Unlike the person who was devoured by the flesh altar before, this person did not turn into a dry corpse, but he was also very human, I saw that his skin was painted with all kinds of talismans, on his face, neck, and hands, there was nowhere to go, and the whole person was like a human-shaped talisman trying to suppress the sword of his hand!

The reason why it is said to be suppression is because this sword looks like a fierce sword at first glance!

At the head of the sword is a beast head that looks like a tiger but not a tiger, and it is about to devour it with its mouth open, and it is extremely vicious. The hilt of the sword was made of unknown animal skin, and there was a terrible inhuman eye on it, but it did not mean to be opened. Compared to the extraordinary head and hilt of the sword, the sword grid seems to be much more ordinary, only made of some beast teeth and two sharp teeth, but it exudes an inignorable battle intent.

Of course, the most bizarre thing is the wisp of sword spikes connected to the head of the sword, this sword spike looks ordinary, it is woven from a mass of pitch-black hair, but it is actually fluttering on its own like a living thing, Feng Yun can even feel that this mass of jet-black hair is as if it is roaring at himself, and an evil and strange aura comes from it.

Part of the sword body had already left the scabbard, revealing a crimson blade, Feng Yun looked at it, and suddenly, the body of this fierce sword actually flashed with blood-red light, and a terrifying bloody wind erupted from above, engulfing the entire altar in an instant!

In an instant, the entire Flesh and Blood Altar shook as if awakened, but Feng Yun was not the slightest surprised, because his mind had already been fully invested in the fierce sword! The moment he looked at the body of the fierce sword, Feng Yun only felt a wave of blood rushing towards him, and he was drowned in it before he could react!

At this time, on the altar, the fishy wind was blowing, and the light flashed in all directions, not only the crimson light emitted by the fierce sword, but also the dried corpse on the altar and the person who suppressed the fierce sword on the top also flashed at the same time, except for the thirty-two people who had been swallowed by the altar at the bottom, the other forty-eight people had different handprints, and at this time, a glimmer similar to the true yuan flashed at the same time, and obscure and mysterious words flew out from their handprints, surrounding the entire altar.

The crimson wind instantly seemed to be suppressed when it met these words that exuded a mysterious atmosphere, and quickly retracted towards the top of the altar, and the forty-eight words slowly hooked together, and in a short time they formed an artifact that seemed to be covered like a net, covering the altar. In fact, if the other thirty-two people were still around, there should be eighty characters at the same time, and then you could see that this artifact should be a huge bell, a soul bell!

The man on the top of the altar who was covered in talismans also suddenly came to life at this time, he opened his eyes and saw Feng Yun in the distance, and his eyes full of lifeless qi seemed to have a trace of complicated brilliance. However, his current state is special, there is not much he can do, and Feng Yun's life and death are not something he should care about.

I saw that there were words in his mouth, and a powerful power emanated from his body, and at the same time, countless runes on his body also rose in response to the situation, and the light suddenly rose, and after only one breath, countless runes formed a rune on him! The thick and mysterious aura emanated and immediately suppressed the ferocity of the fierce sword!

"Bell!" The huge incomplete dementor bell above his head shook, and a solemn and bright bell rang out! The vibration of the entire altar suddenly became much lighter, and the blood-red wind gathered on the top of the altar was directly dispersed!

However, none of this could affect Feng Yun, who was standing still.

Feng Yun was overwhelmed by the blood wave, his ears were full of buzzing, and in the blink of an eye, he came to a familiar and unfamiliar scene. He looked around, it was a small town, even a little desolate, and all he could hear was the buzzing sound, but it seemed that the people here were doing well, and the vendors selling meatloaf everywhere had smiles on their faces. Suddenly there was a flower in front of his eyes, and the scene changed to a mansion, and a couple appeared in front of him.

In an instant, he was inexplicably shaken, and his intuition was telling him that these two people were very close to him, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and he recognized that these two people were his parents. This small city is not anywhere else, it is Feng Cheng.

He once asked Liu Dapang what kind of place his hometown Fengcheng used to be, and Liu Dapang said that it was a small town, not the best among the border towns, but it was not bad, and Liu Dapang didn't remember the others, but he remembered that the meatloaf there was delicious. It's a pity that after he grew up, Feng Cheng had already changed his appearance, and if the people changed, the city naturally changed.

He stepped forward and stood in front of them, who were unaware of his presence. He didn't care, but wanted to call his father, but not only could he not hear the sound, but he couldn't even make the slightest sound in his mouth, he couldn't help but be a little anxious, reached out and wanted to touch the shoulders of the two, but unfortunately it was in vain, his hand went straight through the bodies of the two.

He's not from here, and the scene in front of him isn't real. His sentimentality did not last long, but the scene changed again, he came to the street of Fengcheng, the previous harmony was long gone, whether it was the vendors or the people, they were all fleeing for their lives in a hurry at this time! A scimitar passed through Feng Yun's body, killing the meatloaf vendor, and then a barbarian soldier in leather armor burst past him laughing.

Feng Yun's mind was a little confused again, "This is ......" This is the day when Feng Cheng was slaughtered, and it is also the day when he became an orphan and has been haunted by resentment ever since! He paused for a moment, a thought came to his mind, and he trotted up, he wanted to find the two, his dearest, his parents, whom he had only met once!

However, he didn't know where his home was, he didn't know where his parents were, he could only run around like a headless fly, he shouted to him, but he couldn't shout anything, one after another Fengcheng people were killed by barbarian soldiers in front of him, but he couldn't do anything!

Finally! He found the mansion he had previously found, and he hurried into it, but the scene before him froze him in place, his parents were firmly embraced together, his back was covered with knife wounds, and half of his father's neck was cut off, but the two of them still didn't let go.

Feng Yun couldn't hold back his tears anymore, he knew why these two people hugged each other to death, because they had him in their arms.

The scene changed again, and this time, Feng Yun was more familiar with the scene, it was Baishan Pass.

The tragic scenes of the past resurfaced in front of Feng Yun's eyes, this time he watched Liu Shen being cut to the ground by his familiar uncle, and the crazy uncle was killed by other soldiers with murderous intent on their faces.

……

One scene after another appeared in front of Feng Yun, and there was even no lack of the past of his previous life, how his familiar fellow disciples were buried in danger, how his father Wang Fangran was poisoned in the customs room after being dispersed by the heavens, until finally Xue Lan died in his arms again.

"Why, why, why, why!"

This sentence began to ring in Feng Yun's mind repeatedly, why did they have to die, why did good people not get good rewards, why why! Gradually, Feng Yun's ears finally returned to normal, but what he heard was the laughter of the barbarian soldiers, Huo Yuan's laughter, and Wang Ji's laughter, and their voices continued to fill Feng Yun's ears.

Suddenly, Feng Yun's eyes became blood-red, there is no good reward for good people, and no evil reward for bad people, why! Since the heavens don't care, it's up to me! Barbarians should be killed! The demon should be killed! Wang Ji should be killed! Only by killing them can the people of Fengcheng be saved, the Yinyan Army can be saved, and the father and Xue Lan can be saved!

To save the common people, you must kill the common people! Killing is also to save the common people! Kill the people! Justice!

Murder and preaching! Murder and preaching!

In reality, Feng Yun suddenly opened his eyes, these were a pair of terrifying bloody eyes! A low roar came from the hoarse throat: "Kill and preach!" ”