The Unusual Number of Douluo

In a dilapidated temple in the forest, a man sitting high on the Skeleton Throne suddenly opened his eyes: "Someone is coming."

The dilapidated temple was very gloomy. Around the wide main hall were candles with dim flames. There was an irregular hole in the dome. Sunlight and fallen leaves fell from it, and then slowly fell into the center of the hall. A pool filled with scarlet liquid.

After the figure above the throne made a sound, dozens of black-robed figures standing by the pool looked up and stared at the figure in front of the throne.

The pool filled with scarlet liquid was bubbling one after another, and there was a heart-piercing cry for help from the depths of the hall, everything was so strange.

Suddenly, a panicked voice broke the dead silence...

"Master leader, help!"

Lila ran in like a mourning dog, screaming at the figure above the throne in horror.

The figure in front of the throne slowly walked off the high platform where the throne was, and the sunlight that came in shone on her face, reflecting her figure.

This is a bloated woman, with layers of fat on her arms and thighs folded into the shape of a pagoda. The fat on her face almost squeezed her eyes out, and only a pair of narrow eye gaps could be seen.

"Lila, are you causing trouble? Have you forgotten my instructions?" The fat leader's voice was rough, not like a woman's voice at all.

"His master, calm down, it's the strong man attracted by the two idiots under his subordinates. It really has nothing to do with the subordinate." Lila squatted on the ground in horror, not even daring to lift his head.

"Humph!"

The obese leader let out a cold snort, Lila seemed to be hit by a big car, and his prostrate body rolled on the ground again and again.

Lila rolled her head and face, but she was still crawling, not daring to look up.

"Trash!" The obese leader showed a cold expression on his face, and he glanced fiercely and then looked towards the front of the distant hall.

"But he has the courage to walk into the territory of my Gorefiend Church."

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(Uh, it is said that these chapters are very watery, so I will speed it up and return to the plot.)

Chapter 102 The Blood Demon Church

In the deep forest, a solitary church-like building stands in it. Due to the erosion of the years, the church is a little broken. The outer wall has been covered with pale green moss. The thick vines on the next big trees fell along the branches. On the top of the church, spread along the pointed roof.

The canopy of the trees obscured the sky, there was still a little mist in the forest, and the sunlight coming in from between the leaves was like a hazy band of light.

This church-like building looks so silent, weird, and gloomy.

Zhao Xuan stood in front of the church, looking up at this magnificent church that could still be seen from the ruins.

"Not the Spirit Hall."

After looking at it, Zhao Xuan surely thought that although the style of this building is very similar to Wuhun Hall, its decorations are quite different.

Looking down at the footprints spreading to the church in front of him, Zhao Xuan sighed and his eyes flickered.

The entrance to the church was like a huge mouth in the abyss, just waiting for him to snatch himself.

"Let me see what kind of monsters you are," he murmured.

Walking into the church, the first thing he saw was a tall statue of a god, dressed in a gentleman's uniform, with a collar standing high, holding a emptied goblet in his hand, respecting the sky.

There was an arrogant smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he was laughing at something, and a few inexplicable drops of liquid were dripping from the corner of his clothes.

Zhao Xuan looked at other places in the church after a few glances, but when his eyes fell to the surrounding area, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Around the church, a circle of skulls piled up in the corner of the wall, and the church was completely surrounded. Countless dusty skulls looked at Zhao Xuan with their empty eye sockets, as if silently speaking about the pain they had encountered.

Zhao Xuan took a deep breath, feeling his scalp numb, what is this place?

He hurriedly searched for the entrance. Who can hide in a church as big as the fart?The entire hall can be seen transparently at a glance, and there must be a secret path in it.

Walking into the forest, the spiritual barrier naturally no longer exists. Zhao Xuan's divine consciousness quickly found a way, under the two-meter-high base at the foot of the idol.

"boom!"

Zhao Xuan casually smashed the base at the feet of the statue, and suddenly the rubble splashed, revealing the entrance of the black hole hidden inside.

Zhao Xuan hesitated for a moment, and then stepped into it without hesitation, with determination on his face, while actively mobilizing all available power in his body.

The deep tunnel is very long, and there is no light, but Zhao Xuan has little influence. Under the glance of the divine sense, there is nowhere to hide.

On both sides of the tunnel, there are also skulls, which are randomly placed like roadside stones.

Zhao Xuan felt a little flustered, and at the same time he felt angry. Who are they and what are they doing?!

Not only is this not like a temple, but like a magic cave, hiding the devouring mankind, the dead souls of the dead wander in it, and people have always confided the criminals' sins.

Not long after walking in the deep tunnel, his eyes suddenly opened up, a huge hall appeared in front of him, and at the same time a disgusting smell of blood came out.

With a change of expression, Zhao Xuan turned his eyes to see that there was a blood pool full of scarlet blood not far in front of him. At the moment, a dozen people in black robes were standing beside the blood pool.

Each of them was holding a haggard woman with blank eyes in their hands. Their faces were pale and lacking in energy, and their eyes were hollow.

The black-robed men grabbed the women's necks with one hand, and held a gorgeously decorated dagger in the other. At the moment Zhao Xuan looked at them, the daggers in their hands cut across the women's necks.

At the moment when the cold dagger hit the neck, the hollow eyes of the women finally showed a different color, a touch of panic flashed by, and their faces struggled but no sound was made.

The sharp blade surface cut across the delicate skin, and dozens of blood streams gushed out at the same time and fell into the blood pool in front of them.

They began to struggle, with pain and horror on their faces, but the hands of those in black robes clung to their necks like iron tongs, making them unable to move.

Zhao Xuan's figure was in the darkness. The dome of the main hall was made up of countless stained glass pieces. Innumerable colors formed a peculiar picture scroll. In the center of the picture scroll was a sea of ​​blood, and in the sea of ​​blood stood a tall figure.

Due to the broken dome, I don't know the figure of the figure, but if it is expected to be good, it should be the god that I saw in the church before.

Zhao Xuan finally stepped out of the shadows, his face was already cold, his eyes did not show any emotion.

At the moment when Zhao Xuan stepped out of darkness, the dozens of black-robed men by the blood pool looked at him.

A faint light fell on Zhao Xuan's face, reflecting his slightly tender face.

Their eyes flashed with surprise, astonishment, disdain, vigilance, bloodthirsty...

The body of the figure above the high throne also trembled slightly in the innermost hall that was facing it.

Immediately there was a strange voice: "So young?"

Immediately, the voice sighed slightly, as if regretting: "It's a pity for such a young and energetic body, why are you not a virgin?"

Zhao Xuan was extremely calm at this moment, and a sharp killing intent flashed across his eyes.

The figure seemed to feel something, and laughed loudly: "Young man, welcome to the Church of the Blood Demon! Would you like to believe in the great blood god? Throw into the embrace of God."