"There is no way, we have to save ourselves! Emperor, you don't know that we are suffering. The human race has long declined under the suppression of all races."

Yin Dong sighed lightly and said, "Blue Star once became the ranch of the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races. After a while, they sent young strong men to harvest the power of luck of human geniuses. The Chinese people do not want to be kept in captivity and be slaughtered, so they have to find ways to save themselves and fight for a way out..."

His voice was slow and silent, and he spoke an extremely heavy truth in a calm tone, which made Emperor Dongyue silent.

With a thought of Emperor Dongyue, he could understand what Yin Dong thought, and instantly understand his experiences in two lifetimes, and naturally he would also understand the current situation of the human race.

He is the underworld god of Chinese civilization. How can he feel good when he sees the descendants of Chinese, struggling on the line of life and death in dire straits?

Under the instructions of the gods of alien races, all the races of the heavens and the worlds united together to suppress the human race and make them destroy the race, which will make them not angry?

To be honest, the fact that the descendants of the Chinese grandson could survive until now and still have the current situation, which surprised Emperor Dongyue.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of bricks entering his eyes, but he said lightly: "Then keep working hard!"

Yin Dong: "..." I felt like I was firing a squin when I set off a cannon!

Emperor Dongyue, where is your anger? Don’t you ask the gods of alien race to vent your anger?

Well, it seems that he had forgotten one thing!

"By the way, the Emperor, the tribe and national fortune games that the younger generation participated in, as well as some other games, have now been merged and re-edited into a god war game. The Chinese gods have recovered too little, so I'm afraid they will be suppressed and beaten at that time...ah!"

Later, Yin Dong was suddenly suppressed and his bones were broken by the divine power, and a large piece of his chest was sunken, and his internal organs were crushed to pieces.

This is the price...the mouth owe!

Yin Dong was ungrateful for a moment and used a clumsy aggressive plan. He was slightly punished by Emperor Dongyue, but he did not dare to repair his injuries immediately.

After just wiping the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, he complained with grievance.

"Imperial, I'm honest, the latest version of the game merged is called the God War Game, which is the Battle for the Gods. Our group of human races from China entered the market too late and their strength has not improved. I only recovered the great god Xingtian, but was still in a semi-sealed state. The gods who revived others were even weaker."

Emperor Dongyue had already seen his experience, but he didn't pay attention to it.

At this time, when Emperor Dongyue could still sit still when he heard the words "Divine Battle" and "Gods Fight for Hegemony"?

"If you talk about it carefully, what's going on with this God War game?"

"Some things involve taboos, so you should read the memories of your younger generation by yourself." Yin Dong generously invited Emperor Dongyue to search for his memories.

Anyway, when a god sees the memory of a mortal, he just doesn't feel anything at all when he sees it, so why waste his saliva and say so much in a word?

Emperor Dongyue was also quite satisfied with this kid's advance, a world master, and let him read the memory. This is unreserved trust!

True - descendants of China, dear!

Emperor Dongyue also had ideas about the war against the gods.

How can the gods be without the Chinese gods when the gods compete for hegemony?!

This is not the point!

The point is...

...In Yin Dong's memory, Emperor Dongyue couldn't help but feel palpitations when he "sees" the huge figure standing on the endless sea of ​​stars!

He is...

Before Emperor Dongyue could figure it out, it was like a piece of fragments.

In an instant, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the wind was blowing. The entire nightmare underworld was covered, as if it was about to collapse by invisible power.

Emperor Dongyue was silent.

After a moment of being stunned, Yin Dong came to his senses and looked at the Nightmare Underworld again, he felt like he was watching flowers in the fog, and he could not sense the existence of Emperor Dongyue.

If it weren't for the Taishan Stone he had taken to the Woxu World, he would have doubted whether the appearance of Emperor Dongyue before would be an illusion.

It was raining all night, and I encountered wind on the boat again.

Yin Dong noticed another big problem: "It's broken, and the power of nightmare can't be poured into the nightmare underworld?"

What should I do?

The Nightmare Underworld is empty, and there are very few Yin Gods and Ghosts condensed. Just a great god who revived independently, he is still silent and cannot continue to inject the power of the Nightmare Underworld. How can he make the Nightmare Underworld's God System become powerful quickly?

Yin Dong couldn't help scratching his head, almost getting bald, and a light of inspiration flashed through his mind!

"Sacrifice!"

This thought came out, Yin Dong's eyes lit up and he quickly called out to the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Minister Lu, hurry up and popularize all human races in the live broadcast room how to worship the gods of the underworld. First, burn more dark money, gold ingots, and incense to help me build a powerful nightmare underworld."

When Yin Xiaoning woke up, she heard what his father said, and became interested immediately. She quickly raised her hand and signed up for Uncle Bai.

"Sacrifice, don't forget that I, Uncle Bai, also offered incense to the killing god Bai Qi, burned more big ingots, and burned more dark money. My uncle wants to raise soldiers, so he is so short of money!"

Many viewers in the live broadcast room were all cute by Yin Xiaoning's appearance.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

A slumber suddenly broke out in chaos above the corridor, and blood was soaring out.

Through the crack, you can see that there is an ancient battlefield opposite. Blood light soared into the sky. The smell of blood is so strong that it is so irritating that it is bloody. The remaining limbs and broken arms are piled up like mountains. Countless souls wail, making the scalp numb.

In the center of the ancient battlefield, there was a figure standing among the pile of corpses, wearing broken armor and holding a long sword dripping with blood.

The killing aura that burst out from him was as real as it was, and it made people look at him for a while and felt his eyes hurt.

"Who calls me?"

A low and majestic voice sounded, accompanied by the terrifying murderous intent, with an unparalleled impact that made people feel heart-pounding.

Yin Xiaoning is not an ordinary child, and has a contract with Bai Qi. She can still remain calm in the face of the terrifying murderous intent, but she is a little confused: "Are you... not my Uncle Bai?"

There is a vague contract between her and this god of killing, indicating that this is Bai Qi, but he is significantly different from the hero Bai Qi he summoned.

Why is this?

She turned to her father with an innocent look on her face. She wanted to ask, but found that her father was also shocked.

"Huh?" Bai Qi's cold eyes swept over the little girl, revealing a hint of doubt, and became dull again... The memories that came with the power of contract poured into his mind, making his mind a little stuck.
Chapter completed!