The rising dark green air enveloped the entire Wei Dynasty, like a dense mist, covering up the originally clear sky, making it dark and strange.

This is especially true for Daliang, the capital of Wei State.

A temple that once worshiped the god of suffering in the sky.

A majestic figure with four heads and eight arms and a dark green robe slowly walked out.

He looked at the dark sky and the plague at the top that had spread everywhere, smiled with satisfaction, and then opened his mouth and took a breath.

Suddenly, wailing sounds resounded from all directions!

The aura of deathly silence permeated this ancient giant city, and continued to spread outwards, connecting the entire Wei formation, covering almost all borders.

Those screams came from both the ordinary people living on the periphery and the descendants of the divine blood who had been here for generations.

At this moment, no matter how high or low they are, or what their status is, their lives no longer depend on themselves, but on.

That figure walked out of the sacrificial temple!

This is a situation that has already been laid out.

Even if the Lord of Jin is born and cripples most of Wei's main forces, even if the doctor Chang Sangjun realizes something is wrong and tries his best to clear away the spells and formations deployed in various places, under the thousands of years of planning by the Witch King of Wei, what will happen?

It can be cleaned up in a day and night.

Some things are silent, but over such a long period of time, they have already soaked into the bone marrow and are difficult to remove.

This is the case for Wei, which is ruled by the Witch King of Wei.

And all this is just to bring this four-headed and eight-armed Lord of Bitterness, who is in charge of plagues and curses, to come to the world, and then absorb everything that the Witch King of Wei has prepared and turn it into his own nourishment.

As for the price that needs to be paid

It’s nothing more than the lives of tens of millions of ‘ants’.

"well done."

Lord Ku, who was as terrifying as a monster, squinted his eyes as he felt the nutrients that started to spread from the main beams of Wei Tu, spread in all directions, and flowed towards him continuously:

"It takes a lot of effort to arrange so many backup plans to please me, right?"

His voice was light.

And in the temple of the Temple of Misery that once existed in Daliangdu, a skeleton-like figure standing behind Him heard the words, and his tone was hoarse and smiling:

"The Lord God has given you too much praise."

"I know what you need, and you know what I need."

"Although my blood, which is from the same ancestral lineage as yours, has been cultivated for thousands of years, it can be regarded as the best nourishment. However, in terms of quality, how can it be compared to the quality I sacrificed half of Wei's land to come here?"

Do the offerings need to be genuine?"

"Since the Night Change, I had a premonition of decay, so I spent thousands of years spreading the breath of plague in every corner of the Wei Kingdom. It has evolved to this day, a full thousand years, just for this moment!"

"Ordinary flesh and blood, ordinary people, are originally useless to the divine."

"But after nearly a thousand years of planning, any ants in this Wei land that have been contaminated by the plague can be turned into nutrients for your lineage to improve your practice. This is the gift I, as a subject, prepared for your arrival.

"

"The reason why I do this is because I don't ask for much."

"I just hope that you can extend my life, that's all."

"In this regard, I will continue to set up a huge array for you in this mortal world in the next era. Hundreds and thousands of years later, I will continue to provide you with resources and spread the glory of the 'God of Bitterness' for you. How about

?”

The projection of the god with four heads and eight arms turned around.

He looked at the haggard Witch King of Wei behind him, with his body like a skeleton, and smiled:

"You are a sensible person."

After saying that, looking at the airflow coming from all directions, Lord Kushen opened his mouth again and inhaled, and hundreds of thousands more 'nutrients' entered his belly.

"ah"

"Not bad."

The four heads were slightly raised, and when the eight pairs of eyes were lightly closed, Lord Kushen made a sound of enjoyment.

"The effect is quite good, if that's the case"

He pondered for a moment.

"It's not impossible for you to continue to be the master of this country in the next era."

Those two breaths just now were very easy for Kushenjun to swallow.

But in fact, hundreds of thousands of lives have been turned into his cultivation materials and completely destroyed!

At this time in Daliang City, under the reflection of the dark green sky, there were constant wails and strangled screams, which was the best proof of the demise of these lives.

In the sacrificial temple where Lord Kushen and the Witch King of Wei were standing at this time, they could both hear and see clearly this scene that could almost be called a human tragedy.

But both of them turned a deaf ear to this.

Because life is just a number to the two of them.

Even descendants of divine blood can create another batch through time.

Therefore, they don't care at all.

The existence that overlooks all living beings from a high place and has the power of life and death is so chilling to the whole body.

It wasn't until Lord Kushen finished speaking.

The Witch King of Wei was immediately overjoyed.

In fact, as of today, his lifespan is already on the verge of end. The strange plague curse in the blood of the god is now tainted with some unknown aura.

In order to find a way to break the situation, he discovered the divine face and the 'things' they needed.

The Witch King of Wei knew that his life might be just a seed sown by the God of Bitterness.

He can take him back at any time, so before that time comes, he must make the value he can bring greater than his own 'existence'.

After knowing this, he participated in the Dark Night Incident and started the layout thousands of years before the founding of the Wei Kingdom. He then hid in the world. Even today, the entire Wei Kingdom was torn apart because of this, and he has not shown up.

Just to use all means to sacrifice a country and invite this God of Bitterness to come and extend his life!

Fortunately, his bet was right.

Just when he was about to speak and say something nice to Lord Kushen, the figure of the god turned around and looked outside the bronze railing on the edge of the altar on the west side:

"Who's out there peeping?"

"Don't come out yet!"

The four heads stopped absorbing the 'nourishment' at this time, and instead shouted in unison.

As soon as these words were spoken, there were constant echoes.

Standing on the edge of the bronze railing, wearing a red robe, the being who had just arrived was shaken out by the sound wave and took several steps back before revealing his figure with a gloomy expression.

It was the Lord of Jin who was originally in Daliang City and wanted to catch the Witch King of Wei where he was hiding.

But what he didn't expect was.

The god who had disappeared for thousands of years and was not even revealed when his father died, actually showed his face at this moment!

The Jin Lord, who had not yet decided at first but just wanted to watch from a distance, was shouted out by the God of Bitterness, and for a moment he was in a dilemma.

Although he received a drop of black bird's blood as a gift from Ji Qiu and had the remaining back-up skills, he could fight against the King of Divine Blood, but what he faced now was a sacred projection from the sky!

There is no way he can be an opponent for this kind of existence!

In the streets and alleys of Daliang City, the howls of ordinary people and gods filled Lord Jin's ears, causing a slight chill to rise in his heart:

"This sacred person is not a good person!"

He was not the founder of the Jin Kingdom, but he was just the legitimate son of the first-generation Lord of Jin who once had a great influence on the Nine Provinces. Therefore, the Lord of Jin had only heard about those sacred deeds and had never seen them with his own eyes.

I actually saw him today.

However, I didn't expect it to be in this way.

There was nothing he could do for a while, and he was pointed out again. Knowing that he was no match, and withstanding the heavy pressure, Lord Jin could only bite the bullet and speak to this strange-looking divine king from a long distance away:

"The Lord of the Three Jin Dynasties has met the Divine Lord!"

He lowered his head slightly, thinking about how to leave.

Although I hate the Witch King of Wei very much.

But now it's clear that the two go together.

It's better to stay away from the edge for now.

But when he wanted to leave, there were people who didn't want to let him go.

Seeing a fiery red figure emerging from the flames, the skeleton-like Witch King of Wei waited until he saw it clearly, and then he smiled arrogantly:
To be continued...