Vol 2 Chapter 462: God descends from the earth

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Qi Molong had already shot between the voices.
His movements were unhurried, and even less fierce, he raised his hands and fell, but he had already grasped the pitiful old man in his palm.
"Is this, admit your fate?"
Seeing that Li Sheng Lao Tao didn't resist, Qi Molong smiled dumbly and didn't care.
Mentioned one by one, it has already emptied into the Wanxian City.
.......
The Wanxian City is majestic and magnificent, and all the buildings in it are much taller than the city walls on earth.
Whether it is a street or a house, even everything in the streets.
And the city is divided into upper and lower layers, half on the ground, is home to the demon clan, jackals, tigers and leopards run rampant, jackals are in the ranks, and there are little demon with the dog head half-shaped.
Half of the underground is where the "captive" humans live.
It is also the place where the excrement of the city is full of monsters, beasts, spirits, and strange ...
Dark to almost dark, only a crack reveals the subtle light, ordinary people are here, and can't even see things.
The mouth and nose are filled with indescribable stench. Tens of thousands of excreta are mixed together, spreading hundreds of thousands of miles, just like a swamp.
This is a place where endless filth gathers.
It is also a place for ‘captive’ humans in Molong Cave.
Looking at the scene in front of me, I felt the smell of the world, saw countless people carrying manure, irrigating unknown crops, and people with dull eyes and no spirituality.
Li Shenglao shuddered, felt the chill of the bone, and seemed to burn himself to the point of anger.
‘Molong Cave, Qi Molong, Wanxian City ...’
Li Shenglao shook his figure, his temple jumped suddenly, almost exploding.
He never thought that this man from the East could be so miserable that he could not believe everything he felt.
"Can't bear it?"
Above the ground floor, outside a crack that was wide open, a supernatural demon looked down and looked at Lian Sheng Lao with a mocking and defiant look:
"Relax, you can't stand it for a few days. When the king's banquet begins, you just kneel and plead, and you don't want to come back here for a while!"
"How many days are there?"
Liansheng murmured to himself, and could not help but squeezed a fragrance in his sleeve robe.
He was banned for magical powers, but Na Qimolong didn't know that he didn't need mana at all!
But his palm trembles several times, and finally, he refrained.
Kings banquet ...
"waste!"
The big demon chuckled:
"A lowly race, even a supernatural creature, is such a waste."
boom!
At the end of the speech, the big demon closed the crack and walked away, far away, and he could hear his laughter.
"Waste? Oh ..."
The pitiful old man stayed for a long time.
Only then did he turn around and head away.
The underground time is all under the cracks of the bottom layer. Relying on this little time, each ancient primitive gathering place was born.
These gathering places are as few as a thousand people, as many as tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, surrounded by a little bit of light, and surrounded by ‘swamps’ of survivors.
"Swamp" irrigates unknown crops, people eat these crops, and monsters eat people again, and so on and back, it actually produces a very strange and evil cycle.
And this cycle has lasted for thousands of years, even longer.
The people here, like pigs and dogs in captivity in the world, live in a dirty place to the extreme, struggling to survive, struggling, and eventually become a monster's ration.
Liansheng Lao Dao mana supernatural powers guard the town, but its flesh that has been tempered by mana has not weakened, and there is no difficulty in walking in this dark and dirty underground.
He walked through the gathering place one by one, and saw the naked body, lost the shame, the walking dead, the depression in his heart accumulated a little bit.
The people in this underground have lost their words, their heritage, and even their language, and everything they have as a person.
Alive, just empty to the walking dead without any popularity.
They did not feel the slightest sense of the arrival of the pitiful Daoists, and even lost their curiosity. They lived one by one dull, eating and drinking Lasa, and then mated.
It's not so much a human being as it is an unknown humanoid species.
"In ancient times, in ancient times, artificial demon captivity, sentient beings fell, all souls lived in endless despair ..."
At a certain moment, the pitiful Daoist stopped, and a legend once appeared in his heart.
Like everyone in Zhong Lu Daqing, he has research or speculation about these legends, but he has no empathy.
What is a dark sky?
What is endless despair?
What is captive?
When he didn't come here, his understanding of these legends only stayed above the word, and he couldn't understand the dark years of the past.
Until this time ...
"Fujun, the true saint ..."
Thousands of thoughts, all kinds of thoughts, finally turned into such a long sigh with inexplicable meaning.
The Tao of the Earth has admired the netherworld kings including the netherworld kings since ancient times, but it has never been so grateful, admired, and worshipped as it is now ...
Daqing, Midland, and even the people of the world have endured his great favor?
Eradicate the demon atmosphere, calm the world, seal the ten monasteries, open the nether world, set up the yin, support the dragon court ... This pile, piece by piece, in the heart of the pitiful Dao people at this moment, has become stronger than ever Ten thousand times the impression.
"what!"
A sharp cry with endless anger resounded through the darkness and broke the thoughts of the pitiful Daoist.
He came back to God, only to find that he came back to where he came in without knowing it.
Not far away, in the dark, filthy and swampy swamp, a figure with unclear face was running wildly, splashing countless feces and urine.
There was a louder roar.
"I will kill you, I will kill you, one will not stay, one will not stay, one will not stay !!!"
The owner of the sharp voice seemed to be crazy.
More than ten miles away, Li Sheng felt her anger and killing intent.
Unexpectedly, his complexion changed, he hurriedly turned around and hid in the darkness behind a pillar.
This man is Huang Qing'er.
The old woman who had to maintain her appearance for hundreds of years, and the old woman who had to take care of her appearance even in Jedi.
At this time, she ran wild in the dirty place of the pit.
Rao is a pitiful old man, and he didn't dare to show up at this time, his face shivering with a loud scream.
‘This old woman saw the old saying, I ’m afraid I ’m going to desperately ...
Liansheng shivered and dared not show up.
"what!"
"what!!"
"what!!!"
Outside the swamp, Huang Qing'er was crazy, a scream sounded like he was about to pierce the eardrum.
In order to stay on the face, she has not beaten her body with mana for two hundred years. Her physical strength is second only to the white lotus, and it is even stronger than the pitiful old man.
Rao was banned for mana supernatural powers, and his voice was loud as if to collapse.
After a long time, Lao Sheng looked over and glanced. Huang Qing'er had shaken off the dirt, standing outside the swamp, and his face looked uncertain and waiting.
Sure enough, after a while, in the swamp, three silhouettes came rushing, splashing all over the sky.
The previous scenario weakened ten times and repeated.
The Confucian Taoist, Bailian Taoist, and Tongueless Taoist were all caught.
At this time, even the expressionless tongueless Daoist is really blue.
How noble is the monk in the world?
No princes can compare with each other, coupled with the mana aura, even to what extent they are embarrassed, never experienced being thrown into the pit.
Which mood is better at this time?
The monk is also a person.
When the four gathered, they were filled with anger and turned against the sky. The fear of killing was about to materialize.
After a long time, when the anger of the four of them calmed down a little, they were ready to leave.
The pitiful Dao talent came out slowly.
Shaking her body, she seemed to have been seriously injured, and she paled to stop the four.
"you?"
"Old mixed hair!"
"Old stuff!"
This time, Huang Qing'er almost exploded again, and Bailian Taoists all swear out.
Even the Confucian, Taoist, and Tongueless people looked awkward at the pitiful old man, and they seemed to be rushing to hammer him.
"You guys, too?"
The pitiful Taoist coughed twice, pretending to be weak:
"That demon king is too tyrannical, it is not comparable to ordinary Yuanshen, I was not bad for a while, please God failed, he was defeated ...
"You said you didn't come to die? If you die, you have to bring my aunt and grandma. You can do it, it's so good ..."
Huang Qing'er's teeth were crunching and her eyes seemed to be breathing fire. She hadn't suffered such humiliation in her life.
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They are building Fengshentai, a group of big demons descended from the sky, Rao is they struggled to resist, they were almost killed on the spot.
There is also a fire in my heart.
"East Land has become a gathering place for demons and ghosts, and they have already stared at us, and conflict is inevitable."
Liansheng sighed softly.
These four people are not the same as him, and their thinking and thinking are completely different.
He thought about sweeping away the troubles and ensuring that the Fengshentai would not be destroyed by them after they left.
At this moment, there are more ideas to wipe out this group of demons.
The Confucian, Taoist, Huang Qing'er and other four people just want to follow their own to build the Fengshentai and complete the orders of An Zhenren.
I didn't even want to provoke these demons.
In fact, for more than a decade, he was the only one who cleaned the demon ghosts, just like Huang Qing'er.
Therefore, if they want to let them go, they must use some means.
At this time, the hatred is obviously full, and once they get out of trouble, they do n’t need to say it themselves, and they wo n’t let go of these demons.
Especially Huang Qing'er.
"Really? How do I think you just want to pull us into the water?"
The white lotus Taoist is now as black as the bottom of the pot, unable to maintain his majestic side, and has a bad tone.
"Don't think that this old mixed hair just wants to pull us into the water!"
Huang Qing'er's approach was staring at him, a pair of fists pinched tightly:
"Both the left and the right are dead. Grandma drowned you in this pit first ..."
Confucianism, Taoism, and tongueless Taoism were silent, and as the two forced them over.
"How can I die?"
The pitiful Daoist's heart jumped, but his face was calm, he said:
"If you listen to me, not only will we not die, but we will also kill this group of evil spirits!"
"Do you think I will believe you?"
Huang Qing'er sneered ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Fisted with fists.
But the white lotus Taoist pulled his wrist, he looked at the Daosheng Taoist, the tone was very dangerous:
"If you dare to lie to me and fight with real people, I will kill you first!"
"how do you want to do it?"
The expressionless expression of Confucianism and Taoism:
"Doctor, I hope you don't lie to me, otherwise ..."
The tongueless man said nothing, staring coldly.
"Naturally not."
Lisheng Taoist took a deep breath and stopped halfway through, but forgot the stench in the air, and almost choked himself to death.
He quickly changed back to his internal breath, slowing down before saying:
"First of all, I preach to you" God descended from the earth "..."