"I am the blood god, the body of the root of all bloodlines, use the blood of my god to cleanse your muscles and bones to achieve a divine body, and send you into a reincarnation with my remnant soul, and get a creation!" Wang Hu was up and down in the river of blood, and there was a faint light flickering in the river of blood around him, constantly integrating into his body!

"You turned out to be the ...... of the Black Tiger. The voice hesitated slightly, and finally sighed lightly: "That's it, countless thousands of years have passed, and the past grievances will let him return to dust! This life is your time!"

The Blood God's voice flickered and faded away.

Wang Hu had a dream, he found that he was born in an ancient tribe, since he was born, he was constantly soaked in the blood of beasts mixed with various herbs, his body became stronger and stronger, when he was eight years old, he could follow the elders of the tribe to the big lake to catch the dragon as food to eat! It was also in these years that he knew that his tribe worshiped the blood god, the blood god was their only god, and the strength of all the clansmen was also given by the blood god.

When he was fifteen years old, the tribe held a coming-of-age ceremony for him, and on that day he knelt down before the blood god and prayed for the gift of the blood god!

There were many children his age around, and every child's face was full of hope, which was the hope of the gift of the blood god.

The statue of the blood god began to glow, and blood-colored light continued to appear from the statue, gradually integrating into his body, and there was an inexplicable inheritance in his mind, which was a secret technique of refining bloodline, cultivated to the extreme, and even if there was only a drop of blood left, it could still be regenerated!

When he opened his eyes, all the tribes were cheering and threw his body high, and he became the son of God, the son of the god of blood.

The entire tribe treated him as respectful as the blood god, he didn't have to go out hunting every day, he didn't have to do anything, he just needed to cultivate every day.

Time passed year by year, almost every year he would kneel in front of the blood god and pray for the health of the tribe, and almost every year he would get a kind of inheritance in the blood god statue!

His fame grew, and the nearby tribes surrendered, and by the year he was eighty years old, their tribe became the largest tribe within a radius of 10,000 miles!

And he has also become the Wu Ancestor of the tribe, he has no children and no daughters, and his daily life is to cultivate, and his cultivation has been non-stop!

Finally they had an encounter with another large tribe nearby, which did not worship the god of blood, but their god was Netherworld, a demon who claimed to be from Hell!

So the war began, the killing continued, the people of the Netherworld tribe were very powerful and strangely capable, they were not opponents, even he was almost buried in the hands of the other party several times!

So one day they held a ritual to summon the Blood God, and the whole tribe cheered on the day the Blood God came to his true form, but he was the only one who frowned, because he saw the Blood God's scars all over his body!

The great war continued, and every day people died, and the god of blood and the god of the Nether disappeared together, and they never returned, and no one in the tribe ever received the gift of the god of blood.

In this way, day by day, year after year, until one day the statue of the blood god in the tribe suddenly exploded.

However, at this time, no one noticed the statue of the blood god in the corner, and the entire tribe no longer worshiped the blood god, they had a new offering, it was a powerful beast engraved on the strong, everyone called it the dragon totem!

He died, in a small inconspicuous tent in the corner of the tribe, because he was the son of the blood god, and now the tribe worshipped the dragon totem, so everyone deliberately ignored him, even if he was born and died for this tribe!

On the day of his death, the sky rained inexplicably with blood, as if mourning the end of an era and the beginning of a new era.

The fall of the gods heralded the end of the mythological era, and the appearance of the totem represented the beginning of the demon saints to control the world!

Wang Hu's consciousness gradually awakened, and he found himself once again in a misty space.

A tall and majestic man was standing in front of him.

"You're not afraid of me?" the man looked at Wang Hu, who had a calm face in front of him, and asked with some surprise!

"Why should I be afraid, because of the life of the son of the blood god that I have just experienced, or is it just because you are the blood god?" Wang Hu raised his eyebrows, also a little curious!

The tall man shook his head, and couldn't help but sigh a little: "Yes, the era of the gods has long passed, and now is the era of your human race!"

"I'm not a human race, I'm a demon!" Wang Hu corrected!

"It's all the same, the gods created man, and the demon is the descendant of the divine beast, it's all the same!" The blood god said an ambiguous sentence and sighed: "You guys are really amazing, even more amazing than those of us who were born from heaven and earth!"

The Blood God looked up at the void in the sky where there was nothing and continued: "I can use my last strength to send you out of the forbidden place of the Netherworld, you read the book (.com but you have to promise me one condition!"

"What conditions?" asked Wang Hu!

There is also a tribe dedicated to the blood god in the depths of Xiniuhe Prefecture, they are isolated from the world, almost no contact with the outside world, I am about to fall completely, but I hope you can give them new hope and bring their blood god back to life!

Wang Hu nodded silently, and saluted respectfully towards the Blood God, after all, he had obtained the inheritance of the Blood God, and in a certain respect, he and the Blood God were already considered masters and apprentices!

"I'll go, give them a real blood god!" Wang Hu nodded and replied solemnly!

"Good, good, haha!" the Blood God laughed loudly, and his body suddenly disappeared without a trace!

At the same time, the entire blood river suddenly rose in a big wave: "Netherworld, the old man is waiting for you to return in the void, and fight again!"

Sitting cross-legged on a huge stone pillar, the ghost suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the blood river: "Blood God, you really haven't died yet, but it's a pity that the deity will never go back there!"

"The gods will eventually fall, you can't escape!" In a deafening roar, Wang Hu felt his body sink suddenly, and his whole body spun rapidly in the river of blood!

A pitch-black vortex appeared, engulfing his entire body in an instant, and disappeared without a trace!

Nether's face sank suddenly: "Blood God, when did you become so soft-hearted and went to save an ant!"

"Mole ants, hehe, you still haven't figured out the current situation, it's the ants in your mouth that have suppressed you here for countless thousands of years, and it will continue to do so!" The voice continued to rumble: "You will pay for your contempt!"