Crazy criticism of villains: She is good at attracting hatred

In the Tianyuan world, in the far north, countless snowflakes mixed with ice crystals were blown wildly by the strong wind.

In such an extremely cold place, there is an extremely hidden space crack that is constantly flashing.

Suddenly, the space crack began to tremble violently.

The next second, as if something was about to be spit out, the tiny crack expanded instantly.

"puff!"

With a slight sound, a human figure appeared on the permafrost in the far north.

I saw that the figure was extremely tall, but his limbs were extremely thin. From a distance, he looked like a bamboo pole.

But this time, the "bamboo pole" used its two legs to slowly stand up from the ground.

"Is this the lower world?"

As a steady male voice sounded, his face finally lifted from the wind and frost.

Judging from his appearance and body shape, he was the hermit with bamboo stick who had "smuggled" into the fairyland with Ling Yuan.

However, at this time, the quiet and elegant aura of Mr. Zhuzhang, like that of the Four Gentlemen, had completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a mighty aura like that of a general in the army.

"Sure enough, there is only spiritual energy in the surrounding space, without any immortal energy. It seems that it is just as Xuelu said, the more immortal energy is used, the less it is."

"For now, let's summon the blood deer first."

"After all, he has been to the netherworld once, and we'll need him to be our guide next time."

As he spoke, a light flashed in the hand of "The Monk with the Bamboo Staff", and a scroll recording a complex summoning array appeared in his hand.

"Let me see where the blood is more abundant."

As he spoke, he kept looking around, as if his gaze could penetrate the heavens and earth and reach the endless distance.

"There is."

He seemed to have discovered something and a smile appeared on his face.

Then, he took a step forward, and the whole person disappeared from the spot. Only the wind and snow that never stopped for thousands of years quietly buried his footprints...

.......

The area of ​​Tianyuan Continent closest to the Far North is controlled by a small tribe called the Xueyan Tribe.

The tribe is not large, and the strongest among them is just a Mahayana cultivator.

At this moment, above the forbidden area of ​​the Xueyan Clan, a bloody figure with a human body and a deer head was worshiping towards the front.

"I am Xuelu, your subordinate, and I am here to see Lord An!"

The person who accepted his worship was none other than Ren Anqing, the biological son of the Emperor of Samsara who had taken over the body of "The Monk with a Bamboo Stick".

At this moment, the ground under Ren Anqing's feet was covered with blood.

Millions of corpses of Snow Rock Tribe members were lying on the ground in all directions, and blood continued to seep out of their bodies, gathering at a summoning circle in the center.

The pool of blood formed by countless corpses was so huge that if you stepped on it, the bright red blood would even reach over your knees.

But at this moment, wherever the naked eye could see, there was this horrifying scene.

"I killed all the people in this tribe that I could, but looking at your body, it seems that it is not yet fully solidified?"

Ren Anqing looked at the blood deer's still somewhat transparent body and frowned slightly.

It was as if even the blood sacrifice of millions of people still could not satisfy him.

Upon hearing this, Xuelu did not dare to raise his head and answered immediately.

"In reply to Lord An, although my current body is not as solid as the last time I descended to the lower world, it is still strong enough to assist Lord An in completing the mission. Please rest assured!"

His attitude seemed extremely respectful and he answered almost every question.

The person in front of me is not comparable to Zhuo Wenyi back then.

Whether in terms of strength or status, he is someone who can crush Zhuo Wenyi like a fly.

But Ren Anqing was not satisfied with Xuelu's answer.

"Last time, Zhuo Wenyi was able to make you descend to the lower realms in your prime."

"Your origin has not yet recovered, and you have once again separated a part of the lower world. I think you will suffer a great deal of punishment."

"You are following me to the lower world this time, so I will not treat you unfairly. Tell me, how many sacrifices are you still short of?"

Hearing Ren Anqing's considerate words, Xuelu felt his heart tremble violently.

Hearing these words from Mr. Ren Anqing, he felt that the loss of his origin this time was worth it!

He was touched and wanted to say a few polite words, but based on his understanding, Lord An was the type who preferred to be more direct.

So, he didn't say anything more, but spoke directly.

"In reply to Lord An, the last time I went to the lower world, Zhuo Wenyi used the world's largest tribe for a blood sacrifice, which allowed my body to be in near-optimal condition."

"However, the largest tribe in this world, the Feiling tribe, was wiped out in the last blood sacrifice, so it is probably difficult to find another tribe of the same size in this world."

"So, I suggest that Lord An leave this big world and go to other big worlds to look for super-large tribes."

Listening to Xuelu's calm advice, Ren Anqing shook his head slightly.

The next second, he stretched out a finger and pointed in the direction of the center of Tianyuan Continent.

"Is the super-large tribe called the Feiling Clan you mentioned in this direction?"

"Ah, yes, but now that territory should be..."

Xuelu stopped talking abruptly before he finished speaking.

Because while he was speaking, he also extended his spiritual sense over there.

Through his spiritual sense, he clearly saw the territory of the Feiling tribe.

No, it is no longer appropriate to call it the Feiling tribe’s territory.

In that territory where there should be no monks, countless monks are now living.

And judging from their huge numbers, it seems that the entire tribe has moved to the original territory of the Feiling tribe.

The moment Xuelu saw this scene through his spiritual sense, he understood instantly.

After the decline of the Feiling tribe, other tribes climbed to the top of the Tianyuan world.

So it was natural for that tribe to take away the territory that should have belonged to the largest tribe - the Feiling tribe.

However, after sensing the unique aura of the monks in that area, Xuelu's expression froze.

Because he felt an extremely familiar aura from those monks.

An aura that is so familiar that it seems like a nightmare.

If what he sensed was correct, the aura that was currently entrenched in the Feiling Clan's territory was clearly...

The breath of a demonic monk!

This is that woman's territory!

Thinking of this, a hint of extreme pleasure of revenge suddenly appeared at the corner of Xuelu's mouth.

"Master An, I think we have found the most suitable tribe for blood sacrifice..."