The Age of the Country of Death in Shenzhou Weeping Blood Record

The land of China is thousands of miles fertile and wild, but it has become a shura field in troubled times. The cavalry of the Sword World are watching with eager eyes, the undercurrent of the Shura Land is surging, and countless people are just fighting for the supreme relic left by the legendary "God of Death". Luo Xiaojin, a beggar struggling in the mud, was coaxed into power by the God Worship Gang because he possessed the rare "God's Blood" and became the powerful leader of the Western Continent. They wanted her hands to be stained with blood, and they wanted her to become a demon, just so that they could sacrifice her and summon the god of death when the Tengu eclipses the sun. Until that pitch-black ring was put on her fingertips, until she realized that she was just fish on the chopping board—— She smiled, and her smile was colder than Shura's. Since you want a demon, I will be the cruelest demon in the world. But when she really stood on the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, there was still a glimmer of light lingering in her heart that had been plotted and trampled upon. "You're not a bad person." In the rain of peach blossoms, Ranger Yelang put away his broken sword and smiled wantonly and tenderly at her. For this promise, he was willing to be the enemy of the entire China, just to protect her and find Luo Xiaojin who would give half a steamed bun to a homeless child. And the aloof Sword Emperor Nie Wuxin "I want this China, and I want you even more." Nie Qingwu stood in front of Luo Xiaojin and said decisively: "Brother Emperor, I can't fight with you for anything, except her - no." The door of Shura opened, and in the land of Shura, two pairs of sharp eyes looked at China. The twins of heaven and earth merged to become Pluto and set foot on China.