Chapter 198 Chasing the evil god and beating him like a dog

Walking in this vast land.

Li Ling observed the only three evil god sculptures left on the map, frowning, always having a bad feeling.

But after thinking about the two people standing next to me.

This premonition disappeared immediately.

The bull-headed horse face is here.

It should be those evil gods who should have the ominous premonition.

It took about ten minutes.

Several people arrived around the third to last evil god statue.

The statue's eyes are open, and there are eight arms growing behind it. It looks like a glaring King Kong. It has completed a sacrifice. Layers of black mist are spreading out from the whole body, and there is a line of small words on the top of its head.

[The clone transformed by the eight-armed ghost and god]

This is not the first time Li Ling has dealt with this evil god. If the Evil God is currently the number one contributor to the wooden heart, then the eight-armed ghost in front of him is the second one. He has contributed three of the evil gods so far.

Wooden heart of incense.

However, the previous three were all incomplete and had not even completed a complete sacrificial ceremony. However, the one in front of me is obviously different. After completing a sacrificial ceremony, the amount of faith power present in its heart should be

Much more than before.

"Hey, it's this kid again."

Looking at the familiar eight arms, Niutou grinned, picked up the steel fork in his hand, and walked over.

There was no breath coming out of his body, and he just walked forward blankly, but there seemed to be an inexplicable suppressive force.

When it walked about a hundred meters away from the eight-armed ghost.

It was as if He had received something.

Consciousness descended into this clone, and part of the power gradually merged in, squinting and staring.

After seeing the familiar figure of Niutou.

The eight-armed ghost was stunned for a moment. Without saying a word, he quickly controlled this hard-won incarnation and ran wildly without even looking back. He was extremely decisive.

Although doing so may slightly reduce one's status as an evil god.

but.

After finally letting this clone complete a sacrifice, it is really unacceptable to be exposed like this. The first few are incomplete, so why not leave one for yourself.

Seeing the bull's head rushing toward him like a god of death, the eight-armed ghost felt extremely uncomfortable now.

His body is in another dimension and is in a state of imprisonment. He finally made a few clones and put them into this ghost realm, thinking that one day he would complete the sacrifice and successfully transform the clones into his true body.

Waited for hundreds of years.

It looked like it was finally coming to an end.

This deep world will finally merge with reality. When the time comes, I will take this opportunity to absorb the power of faith, perform sacrifices, transform my body, and even directly enter the vast surface world to commit evil.

Think about it, it’s a beautiful thing

But it's a pity.

During this process.

A few unruly guys suddenly rushed over and destroyed the three broken clones without saying a word.

After all, it is broken and has little hope. If it is destroyed, it will be destroyed.

This clone can be said to be all his hope at present. Once it is destroyed, he will have to wait for hundreds of years if he wants to escape from captivity.

so.

When he saw that guy rushing towards him again.

The eight-armed ghost didn't hesitate and chose to run away!

Tactical retreat!

If I can't beat him, I can't beat him. As an evil god, how can I escape?

Just when he was thinking this.

The next moment.

Ma Mian appeared in front of the eight-armed ghost at some point, stretched out his casserole-sized fist, and knocked him to the ground with just one punch.

He quickly got up and looked at Cheng Yaojin who had come out halfway. The demonic energy surged from his arms behind him, and all the killing energy was exuded: "Do you really think that I, the evil god, is easy to bully?"

Ma Mian didn't respond to the other person. He grabbed the red hair on the top of the other person's head and slapped his mouth wide with the other hand.

The sound of snapping is endless.

Li Ling looked at the evil god being beaten like a dog and couldn't help but shook his head.

Kazakh people

After all, it was the avatar of the evil god who had completed a sacrificial ceremony, causing countless people to live in nightmares. Now he was hung up and beaten like a wild dog in the hands of the Minotaur and Horse Face.

All the dignity of being an evil god is gone.

The other side.

After Ma Mian blocked the opponent.

Niutou came over quickly.

The two brothers raised and lowered their hands, attacked from left and right, and began to violently attack the evil god, beating and kicking them. The scene was extremely bloody.

The eight-armed ghost thought he could escape, but he still thought too much, and after a severe beating.

The eight arms behind him were all in a worshiping posture, swaying towards the bull's head and horse's face. Li Ling couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he saw that humble posture.

How did this guy become the evil god?

Why is there no blood at all?

Unfortunately.

Similar to this situation, I don't know how many bull-headed and horse-faced bulls I saw when I was guarding the gate of hell. I still have to fight if I need to.

that's all.

The clone of a generation of evil gods was beaten so hard by the evil forces of the underworld that his heart was taken out on the spot.

After a sacrifice.

The total power of faith filled in this heart is more than the three defective products collected previously.

It's no wonder that this guy cherished this clone so much that he didn't even fight in the first place and chose to retreat.

"After collecting so many hearts, when I go back to the underworld, I should be able to wake up the second master, right?"

Niutou looked at the lifeless sculpture and asked.

Li Ling looked at his current warehouse reserves and nodded: "It should be possible."

Previously, he only collected a defective product and awakened Zhong Kui's magic weapon, the House-Suppressing Sword. Now that he has collected so many, it should be enough.

"Only the last two are left."

Li Ling pointed at the marks on the map. Now there were only two left. A few hours ago, there were many statues of evil gods in this ghost land. After a while, there were only two single seedlings.

, and the last two single seedlings will also be pulled out.

Is this the value of the underworld?

Knocked over a dozen evil god statues in a row.

These two people still looked calm and relaxed, and there were no wounds on their bodies. The whole process was in a state of unilateral beating, no matter how many times the sculpture was sacrificed.

I don’t know what it would be like to fight against the real evil god.

at the same time.

Located deep in the ghost realm, in front of the sculpture of the God of Evil that has completed two sacrificial rituals.

Four Evil Cult players are currently standing around this lifelike sculpture, chanting incantations, and the milky white power of faith is constantly drawn into each other's bodies.

The originally stiff bone wings began to vibrate slightly at this moment.

The brown shell wrapped around the surface, under the irrigation of this power of faith, gradually began to loosen, falling into the dust bit by bit, turning into wisps of gray breath, painted into the

On the one eye that was tightly closed.

Accompanied by the chanting of mantras.

More and more breath began to pour in, and the brown shell that sealed the sculpture quickly collapsed and cracked like a spider web, but it always maintained a layer of viscosity and could not suddenly collapse all at once.

See the situation.

The souls of these four members of the evil cult began to be filled with wisps of mist. These mists were the breath of the evil god. This breath was mixed with the power of faith and was drawn into each other.
To be continued...