Blood-eating ghosts and gods

The black water is too filthy for a goose feather to float, and its nature is filthy and evil. Once the wandering soul is contaminated, it will be difficult to escape, just like the corrupted blood of a plane.

However, in a vast but depleted land, there are dozens of black rivers flowing crisscross and converging into huge whirlpools. In this area, they rush towards Guixu below all the time. Even the top beings in this world will not be able to survive if they are...

There is considerable danger in getting involved in depths below a hundred feet.

But on this day, there was a force that flew upstream from the depths of the vortex of the filthy black water.

The angle of view was zoomed in, but it was a young Taoist priest wearing a yellow robe, with translucent but extremely solid space ripples spreading around him, flying up.

Zhang Lie got rid of the entanglement of Tai Naishui and flew into the sky of this world.

He looked around, felt something, then shook his head and sighed:

"The spiritual energy in this world has been completely exhausted. Even if the ordinary Nascent Soul Master comes here, he will be unable to make ends meet by using his magic power and casting spells, and will gradually weaken."

"In this case, Master, what is the use of us taking over this world?"

White mist rolled around Zhang Lie, and Yun Mengyao emerged from it, looking at this extremely barren world as well:

Without spiritual energy, it is a dead place.

In the Taoist theoretical system, everything in the universe has its own "qi". Without aura, there is no vitality. The world in front of us still has extremely low aura, but it is already so low that it is completely insufficient.

To support the survival and reproduction of normal living beings.

Even a Taoist like Yun Mengyao himself, after coming to this world, could faintly feel that the whole world around him was absorbing and absorbing the spiritual energy and mana in his body, and he wanted to live and continue to live.

"It's not that this world itself has a problem, it's that the creatures living in it just don't know how to manage it. The Xuanhuang world was originally extremely depleted. After a hundred thousand years of management by cultivators, monks are constantly ascending to bring out the old and adopt the new, and the world naturally prospers."

"But the creatures in this world only know how to take things and have no understanding of the ways of heaven and man. If this happens for hundreds of thousands of millions of years, even the most profound world will become an extinct realm."

"I understand Master. In other words, the world that is on the verge of collapse and destruction in their hands can be rebuilt into a new world in our hands."

After killing the three alien gods before, Zhang Lie had already obtained the time and space beacon of this world, and could use magic to connect the Nether World with it. However, he still came to this world in person, wanting to see more and understand more.

Find out the real situation in this world, so as not to be deceived by Huang Quan.

If it is connected to an extremely powerful death world, then it is not certain who will devour whom.

The founders of the Xuanhuang world, those foreign sword cultivators were knocked down to this world by Buddhist monks. We must take history as a guide and must observe it.

When he first arrived in a realm world, Zhang Lie was extremely cautious. He did not use the Haotian Mirror to scan around with the Haotian divine light. Instead, he concealed himself and let his own thoughts spread out like a tide. Although this exploration was

Much slower, but extremely stealthy.

"I found it, the breath of the alien god!"

A few hours later, Zhang Lie opened his eyes, and then pulled Yun Mengyao beside him to take a step forward. The space in front of the Taoist spread like water waves.

The scene in front of me changed accordingly, and I saw an endless vast desert in front of me. Although it was a desert, the yellow sand here felt like gold, and tropical plants such as cacti grew on it.

A place of death, this place is an oasis of life in comparison.

A brilliant sun hangs high in the sky, lighting up the whole world, and like a supreme eye, looking down on all things!

At the same time, an extremely majestic city lay across the desert, bathed in the rays of the sun, like an endless mountain range.

The huge bricks with neat specifications and exquisite patterns radiate dazzlingly under the sun, forming an extremely magnificent golden holy city.

Looking from a distance, I saw some people walking in and out of the city gate, as small as ants, while this city was as majestic as a mountain, with a heavy historical atmosphere that has never changed for thousands of years rushing towards my face.

"Although the spiritual energy here is slightly weaker, it is close to normal."

Yun Mengyao closed her eyes and sensed it, then opened her eyes and sighed.

The majestic ancient city in front of us accommodates the working life of more than 70 million people, and most of them are busy working all the time. They move sand and stones, constantly reinforce and expand this huge city.

In addition to daily work, what the common people in the city do every day is basically to worship the gods and pray to the great sun god.

Many poets and painters worked hard to create various poems and murals that sung and praised God, recited and exhibited them to everyone, and then let skilled craftsmen carve these poems and murals onto stone walls, or make them into statues and statues of gods.

artwork.

There is also entertainment in this city. In the central building complex of the city, in addition to the Palace of the Sun, there is also a huge arena. In the arena, there are fights and fights between slaves. They hold shields and swords and fight to the death.

, using blood and life to give the audience the strongest stimulation, causing shouts like mountains and tsunamis to come from all around.

However, Zhang Lie and Yun Mengyao teleported here, but they felt a kind of emptiness among the people in the arena.

"All of them are not living people, but souls."

Yunmengyao herself was a spirit ghost. She stretched out her hand and gently touched a man beside her. When she put her hand into his body, it made ripples like she was dipping into a pool of water. The man didn't even notice it.

He still watched the battle in the arena and shouted passionately, but there was no real emotion in it.

"Is this city just a huge banner of ten thousand ghosts? It's really a big deal!"

"This is the path they practice. In addition, the ghosts in the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners eat each other to arouse resentment. How does it compare with other people's method?"

"It's pretty much the same. The same day spent thousands of years, with thousands of ghosts devouring each other, is no different from competing in this arena."

Just as the master and disciple teleported and wandered in the city, the sun hanging in the sky sank into the horizon, and night fell.

In addition to the majestic ancient city, the lights are still bright, illuminating half of the sky.

The world outside is already dark in the boundless desert, and all kinds of terrifying evil spirits and monsters are beginning to breed in the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of shadow monsters accompanied by the roaring sand rushed towards the majestic ancient city with the terror of death.

At the same time, countless well-armed brave warriors rushed out of the ancient city. They stood on the city wall and shouted loudly, calling the name of the Sun God, and then fearlessly faced the monsters rushing out of the darkness.

"The people of the Sun God are the enemy of the whole world!" There was an old man in white robe on the city wall, saying this.

"We have fine wine, the best Gobira grape wine, we have horses, horses from the steppe, we have silk, the aliens gave us this rare cloth, we have the best beauties and slaves, we have vast territory

The territory can be traveled for a month from east to west..."

"... We conquered and plundered to achieve today's prosperity. When we saw the prosperity of our enemies and rode forward, the enemies also saw our prosperity. How can we maintain our glory forever? That is to follow the way of God.

, accept the baptism of God!”

"The glory of the kingdom is obtained from the inheritance of bravery, conquest, and sacrifice. Life and death are only a few decades. Death is just a witness to our courage to God. Let us use our lives as a bet in this world of the jungle.

Forge your own soul into the true Holy Spirit, thus becoming a member of our Lord among the hosts of heaven!”

"Holy, praise the God of the Sun. You are the king of gods and the Lord of all things. We come from you and become holy because of you. Holy!"

A night of bloody battle, life is intense between life and death.

When the sun rose again, the white-robed priests and tens of millions of people began to worship the rising sun. They were moved to tears. The whole city was surrounded by poems praising the sun god!

The soldiers who died heroically last night were all resurrected. As the sun rose, the entire continent ushered in new life.

And with the reinforcement and expansion the day before, the territory occupied by this magnificent god-given city has expanded slightly. Although the desert outside the city is still boundless, everyone firmly believes that as long as they persist in this way, sooner or later there will be

One day can occupy the entire continent, leaving no room for darkness and allowing the sun god's will to flow unimpeded across every inch of land.

"But in fact, this is just a scam. What they are fighting against is the death of the entire world. The Sun God holds most of the spiritual energy in this world in his own hands. In this day-to-day consumption, if there are no variables, eventually something will happen.

One day will only bring destruction!"

After watching the whole city for a day and night, Zhang Lie's eyes fell on the majestic Sun Palace in the center of the city.

He cast a Taoist secret, and his whole body suddenly turned into a golden sword. He took Yun Mengyao, who turned into a stream of white air, and flew silently towards the golden palace.

He still wanted to know what the Sun God who controlled most of the spiritual energy in this world was doing. His actions would determine Zhang Lie's next actions.

In that glorious and majestic Sun Palace, the great Sun God is enjoying his endless lifespan.

His skin is slightly purple, his expression is resolute and strong, and his golden eyes are full of wisdom. As long as he is willing, his brilliance can fill half of the world in an instant. As long as he is willing, once he appears, the roaring energy will form a storm, tearing apart

Split all darkness and monsters outside the city.

But this noble sun god is lying on the lap of his beautiful wife at this moment, surrounded by the most beautiful daughters who have been carefully selected for hundreds of thousands of years, dancing for him, with white gauze skirts, and milk-like

Same skin.

It doesn’t matter if you are addicted to women, or even to the women of your daughters. There is no such taboo in God’s moral concept. But the problem is that if you fall because of it and forget God’s ever-increasing enterprising spirit, that is to take death.

Got it.

Therefore, the noble Sun God fell into a deep sleep after enjoying himself with his wife and daughters. He saw a sword in his sleep.

The sword is three feet nine inches long, with a dark golden hilt. The blade is nearly twice as wide as an ordinary Qingfeng long sword, making it even more ferocious. The whole sword is filled with the majesty of a hundred battles and a battle with the sky.

The fierceness and vigor soaring into the sky!

I don't know why, when the Sun God saw this sword, he felt a chill coming from his bones. This feeling has not happened in nearly ten thousand years.

"Ahhhhh!"

Suddenly rising in the midst of a scream, the Sun God roared in fear, waving his arms like a mortal, causing a terrifying fiery storm to blow across the entire Holy City of the Sun.

It wasn't until his former sister, the Queen of the Sun God, hugged him into her arms and comforted him softly that the ancient god gradually regained his composure.

"Huhu...Sister, I dreamed of a sharp sword, a very fierce and powerful sword!"

Omulo, the Queen of the Sun God, knew that the god's dream must have its own meaning, so she directly ordered:

"Send the order to destroy the Palace of the Sun, no, destroy all the swords in the city. From now on, swords are regarded as ominous weapons and are no longer allowed to be cast or used!"

"Obey the command of my God."
To be continued...