On the dark red earth, the mountains are undulating and the plains are vast. The rivers intersect, and it is like blood vessels flowing in the decaying flesh.

The sky was covered with a faint blush, like the evening glow, but it was always unchanged.

A mountain that has been dug up by a river that is dozens of miles wide and stretches a little beyond, revealing darker mud and stone.

It was a hot topic, like an ant, and I wonder how many creatures were shuttled and moved around.

These creatures, human-shaped, but mostly have a strange red skin, as if they were whipped all over their bodies and the color of blood was stirred up.

This is the body color.

The hair is black or yellow, but in the sky, you can see a ray of redness.

These humanoid creatures, with ragged cloth hanging on their bodies, could only cover up some vital positions. Silently, hunched, they carried or carried, mined baskets of soil and huge rocks, smashed, screened, and then transported to the riverside and poured into the river.

Numbness. Mechanical execution, without sound, and even the expression on his face was exactly the same, as if it was a rotten wood, without a trace of anger in his eyes.

Unkind. With a loud bang, a large number of earth and rocks collapsed. With a faint scream, a few people were smashed into meat paste and buried alive. They had to look around and stopped paying attention. It was like eating and drinking water. Human life was like grass, the most valuable thing.

Occasionally, there was a crackling sound, and then there was a roar and yelling.

I saw a big, nearly half-sized, skin that was much heavier than these numb slaves, with dark red tentacles on their faces, and a strong figure like a monster. They grabbed a slave who fell to the ground due to fatigue, swung their whip, and whipped it to death. Then they were left aside like throwing garbage.

Dark red blood slowly leaped out from under the corpse.

The slaves around seemed to be pressed to pause, and they were stagnant. The pair of dead eyes looked at the man, making the scalp numb.

The tall figure with fleshy whiskers shouted loudly and pointed at the corpse with a whip: "What are you looking at! Work! Who dares to be lazy? This is the end!"

Facing the cruel eyes, the slaves were silent, lowered their heads, and returned to their original appearance.

"What a naughty guy!"

The man spitted out angrily, his face full of coldness.

However, not far from this mine, two people were sitting cross-legged on a sand dune on the river bank. Their figures were seen on all sides in the light red sky light, but under the mine, it seemed that no one saw them and was directly ignored.

One of them was wearing a chaotic Taoist robe, with a calm face and an ethereal temperament, not like an ordinary person. He wore a jade crown on his head, tied a jade belt on his waist, and a sword was lying across his knees.

It is the multiverse world tree realm, the supreme leader of Taiyi Sect and Taiyi Dao Ren.

In front of the Taoist, sitting opposite him was a thin boy.

This young man looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, with only a thin skin on his face, high cheekbones, and his whole body looked like a skeleton, but his heroic outline could still be seen vaguely.

The boy's skin color is very light, with less red and more yellow, with messy black hair, under his eyebrows and eyes, a pair of pupils, more black and less red. Although his clothes are decayed, it can be seen that the material is not ordinary.

"Where is this?"

A ray of light flashed in the Taoist eyes, and the young man replied numbly and mechanically: "This is a deep red concentrate deposit in the middle of the Red River hills."

Crimson Concentrate Deposit?

When Taiyi Dao Ren heard this, his expression couldn't help but move.

But he knew this crimson spirit. Isn’t it the thing that the Red Demon Lord blackmailed the projection of Sethorak’s clone and got from him!?

It turned out to be a mineral deposit, mined through such means!

The Taoist knew it and asked again: "What is your name? What is your origin? Where did you come from? Why did you become a slave to mining?"

As soon as these words were said, the Taoist felt a resentment that had almost turned into substance, and it burst out from the boy's eyes.

My heart moved and I quickly increased my magic power and used a soul-catching method.

The young man's face flashed with ferocious look, and then he replied: "My name is Dongshi. I came from the Dong family, one of the three major families of the Hongyuan Empire. My family is in the capital of Hongyuan. Because of my skin color, I was beaten to borrow money and sent to mine here."

After hearing this, the Taoist thought about it for a moment and said, "Because of the complexion of the skin? Why is this?"

"Yes." Dongshi Machinery replied: "Skin color represents bloodline. The darker the skin color, the nobler the bloodline. The lighter the skin color, the lower the low."

I see.

Taiyi Taoist knew it and said, "Since you are born in a big clan, your bloodline must be extraordinary. Although your skin is shallow, you are born in a big clan after all. Can't your family protect you?"

"The royal family cannot resist the rules of the Blood God Cult." Dongshi replied: "The family is ashamed of me, and the peers are repeatedly bullying."

"Um..." The Taoist nodded slightly.

Yes, since the skin color is judged by its height, even if this young man comes from a large family, his skin color is light and he will definitely not be welcomed.

However, the Taoist thought again, since this is the case, if you take the big clan as a child, you must drown when you are born. Why should you raise it? If you raise it without protecting it, you will be sent here to be a mine slave?

So he asked.

Dongshi replied.

Only Taoists know that although this is a common rule in this world, Dongshi comes from a large clan and is considered a privilege. Although he is subject to various oppression and life is not happy, he will not fall to this point.

The reason is still a year ago.

What is the world view of this crimson world? Although the young man comes from a large clan, he is not too clear after all, and he only knows the Red Yuan Empire. The Taoist came from the multiverse, and because of the differences in the appearance of the world's laws, he has not adapted for a while. He has a magical power and is suppressed by the world and cannot directly communicate the laws and ask for information.

Only from this young man's mouth, the Taoist learned that there is a great country in this radius of tens of thousands of miles, which is the so-called Hongyuan Empire. The real master of the Hongyuan Empire is not the royal family, but the Blood God Cult.

All the rules are established by the Divine Church, and the royal family can only follow them.

A year ago, the Patriarch of the Blood God Cult guarding the Hongyuan Empire disappeared for no reason. This led to an undercurrent.

This Blood-colored Divine Cult, the Patriarch has extraordinary power. It has always been suppressed by the Patriarch, and no one can make any waves. But under the Patriarch, the rest of the church are ordinary people. At most, they have darker skin, stronger bloodlines, and some brute force, which is not extraordinary.

Therefore, after the Patriarch disappeared, many people who could not bear the oppression of the Blood God Cult were ready to move. Even rebels in various places gathered tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of troops to fight against the Blood God Cult.

The complexity and confusion are found, but when Taiyi Dao people change their minds, they will understand it roughly.

This incident was simply because the Blood-colored Divine Cult lacked extraordinary power to suppress it, and the contradiction between royal power and divine power has erupted. This rebellion also involved some of the hands and feet of the senior officials of the Red Yuan Empire in power.

Otherwise, in just one year, countless rebels could gather tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of troops. Without support, it would be impossible.

However, the Blood-colored Divine Cult is profound after all, and it is not something that can be overthrown in just one year. Therefore, after the first few major wars, there was a stalemate.

Because the leaders of the rebels were mostly light-skinned pariahs, the Blood-colored God Cult began an internal purge!

Not to mention the Dongshi of the Dong family, even the royal family and those with light skin color were beaten to be borrowed, either directly killed or sent to mining.

The Blood God Cult has stood for countless years and is extremely powerful. The royal class did not dare to turn against each other directly, and was afraid that the Patriarch would return at some time, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it. He only dared to move behind his back and use the hands of the rebels to test the bottom line of the God Cult.

From Dongshi's words, Taiyi Dao Ren quickly sorted out many deep mysteries.

Why is the Pastor of the Blood God Cult disappearing? It is clearly called by Sethorak, either killing or suppressing and imprisoning. For Sethorak, he is the master of the world, the main god worshipped by the Blood God Cult. But now he has been plotted and weakened to the extreme. Such a hero attacks his subordinates just to ensure that he is weak and without any surprises. He guarantees that the authority of the Crimson World will not fall behind.

The chaos of ordinary things is not taken seriously by Sethorak. Even if the Blood God Cult loses its extraordinary power and is overthrown, as long as he Sethorak is still there, there will be a second Blood God Cult and a third Blood God Cult.

Taiyi Dao Ren was not sure whether the so-called pastoral class of the Blood God Cult with extraordinary power was really destroyed by Sethorak's design. If not, I guess he should be released at this time, right?

Taoist Taihong was imprisoned by seals, and Setorak's authority was temporarily stable. He could take some energy to deal with the affairs of the Blood God Cult.

Speaking of Setorac, he was a hero, and in order to protect his authority, he even didn't let his subordinates go. But there is one premise, that is, there is no variable.

But the appearance of Taoist Taihong made Setorak feel the crisis.

If his subordinates were just suppressed by him, he would definitely change his mind and rely on them again. Even if he paid a lot of money!

If there is a Taoist Taihong, can't there be a second Taoist Taihong?

For example - Red Mixed Demon Lord?

Compared to the people under his command, Taoist Taihong, who can directly compete for world authority with him is the most dangerous person!

Therefore, Taiyi Daoren concluded that if the extraordinary class of the Blood God Cult was not killed by Setorak, then he would definitely reappear!

And just recently.

Combining the various situations learned from the young man Dongshi with his own thoughts, Taiyi Dao Ren had a corresponding plan!

"Rebellion... It's good to rebel, but it's not my chance?"

The Taoist stood up and showed a faint smile on his face.

Then he solved the soul-catching technique. The young man Dongshi was shocked and came back to his senses. When he saw the Taoist again, the young man looked panicked and shouted: "Who are you! What did you do to me!"
Chapter completed!