Cultivation of Immortality: Starting from Slaughtering Village

[Selfish + cruel methods + no bottom line + heart-breaking + no taboos + no heroine] The quenched blade in the blood pool caused disasters, and the warm pool for five years fostered demons. Eviscerate the bones and carve out the hearts to feast on blood relatives, laugh at the infant carcasses and serve them with fine wine. Immortal robes and crane cloaks cover Shura, and paper puppets and painted skins act as mysterious seals. Searching for souls and refining souls is an ordinary thing, but Xiaochi Township is destroyed by fire. The demon king's body consumes the bright moon, and the immortal's avatar refines the rising sun. The blood pool and bone mountain mold the demon body, and the star marrow clouds and tendons shape the beams. Jiuyou ordered to summon evil spirits, and Qingtianfu ordered to appoint the human emperor. The skin is peeled off to make a lamp for the drum head, and the sinew-tangled soul lamp illuminates the wilderness. Where the three extreme realms meet, the calamity fire lotus blooms in the chaotic land. All things are unified, neither good nor evil. Taixu's crown is covered with black widow. Suddenly the sky cracked and purple lightning hung down, and the stars and rivers rolled back and filled the darkness. The demon script eats the characters and erodes the sky, and the immortal seal script flows in all directions. Curses and grudges corrode bones until he becomes the Taoist, and hatred burns the sky before he becomes emperor. A banquet is held on the banks of the Time and Space River, and ghosts are ordered in front of the Yama Hall. The two bodies knocked on the Hongmeng wall together, and one thought destroyed several catastrophes. Finally, I saw the mixed cave scene in the early Yuan Dynasty, with the yin and yang rotating in reverse to form the pupil light. The universe hangs upside down and the stars fall, and the river of time goes back to the era of chaos. Stepping on the waves of the long river, thousands of worlds float on our backs There is no way to tear the heaven and the earth apart, and the world will be destroyed and buried in mourning. In the void of eternal night, I sit alone on a dead body and caress the remaining frost.