Douluo: Peerless Blood Angel

Chapter 251 A gift from across domains for thousands of years [Ten Thousand Words]

What falls to the ground from the golden light may not be a divine kingdom filled with joy and laughter, but may also be a devil's cave filled with blasphemy and terror.

The space that used to exist only in a certain spiritual realm has truly come to the human world.

But what it brings is not the blessing and paradise that Poseidon believers dream of, but a terrifying ghost realm - rotting flesh, disgusting stench, and uncomfortable chaotic colors...

There are also those evil spirits who have broken free from their prisons...

They wandered in the air, laughing almost like crying from their mouths, and their soul-shaking screams echoed in the suddenly formed night sky - maybe it was really because of the ghosts walking at night that the morning turned into midnight.

Those Shrek students or teachers who were still struggling to resist under the claws of the soul beasts have lost the ability to struggle for survival due to the formation of the ghost realm.

As they lay dying, they vaguely realized who the faces that looked either angry or crying came from...

Those were the faces of Shrek's heroes from past generations, legends passed down by word of mouth among the soul masters.

They seemed finally liberated.

But they ushered in the end of destruction.

boom!
A giant elephant with wings on its back and a long nose that was faintly glowing with fire trampled the once magnificent Poseidon Pavilion conference hall into dust with one kick. Then it raised its head to the sky and roared, its loud roar blowing away the dust like the eye of an erupting wind. As if they were showing off their military exploits to the world - those soul masters who hurriedly hid in Poseidon Island, one of their gathering points was the Poseidon Pavilion conference hall.

There were several such gathering points, and it destroyed one of them.

This is certainly worth showing off, from the perspective of a soul beast.

Also from the perspective of soul beasts, those ghost realms that frighten human soul masters and lose their combat effectiveness are insignificant - the soul beasts are either not smart enough to understand the horror of ghost realms, or their wisdom has long ignored these disturbances.

To put it in simpler terms: either you are too stupid to be afraid at all, or you are so smart that you are not afraid at all.

Besides, a group of dead people wandering around cannot really scare a group of soul beasts who cannot share sympathy with humans. Just as humans actually never think about how hard the soul beasts who have become soul rings have gone through to hide. How many life and death crises have passed before it becomes thousands of years or even 10 years to show off.

The heaven and earth are like this, and the rules that have been prescribed are like this.

Apart from a burst of brain pain, the soul beasts really couldn't feel any more emotions - maybe the resentment at the beginning could cause enough damage to them, but the resentment was not directed at them.

Then the giant elephant turned its perspective, and its long tusks with fiery red lines pointed at the giant golden tree standing between the sky and the earth. It was the largest gathering point for humans and the goal of their trip.

"Unforgivable!!!" The huge waves falling from the sky, with surging anger and hysterical roars, suddenly flew the giant elephant away.

Just when it was about to tear the giant elephant into pieces, it was suddenly blocked by a crack coming from the depths of space.

"What is unforgivable?" Ditian's long black hair swung like a dragon's tail, and he hurriedly stopped the bloody puppet that suddenly attacked him. He had a wicked smile on his face and looked towards him with a half-smile but not a smile. Chen Haixi, who was extremely angry, said, "You walked into the Star Dou Forest every two days and regarded the entire Star Dou Forest as your Shrek territory. Now we step on your hall, are you unhappy?"
"You still have to practice this kind of mentality! If you come out to mess around, you will have to pay back sooner or later!"

As soon as the words fell, the tens of meters of calm space between Ditian and Chen Haixi were disturbed by the powerful force. The space suddenly shattered like a mirror, and the thunder of the abyss suddenly struck Chen Haixi.

boom!
A Haotian Sect's extreme hammer wielder blocked the blow in time, at the cost of bringing out the slightest smell of blood in his already fluctuating aura.

Nominally they are both at the extreme level, but the gap between them is wider than that between humans and dogs!
It makes people wonder whether this black dragon is really just a limit, a ferocious beast - he is more like the embodiment of a space natural disaster.

"Try your best to hold them back!" As Chen Haixi's thoughts changed, Chen Haixi's anger was no longer there, and the expression on his face returned to the indifference of the past, as if he was angry with another person just now, "I want to report to Lord Poseidon! "

He held the trident in his hand horizontally, and his aura instantly became ethereal. The shadow of the martial spirit behind him also behaved in the same way. The long trident exuded a faint blue light, and he seemed to have merged into another world. between.

The three Haotian Sect's Extreme Douluo looked at each other with a look of determination in their eyes.

"Fried Ring!!!"

The loud shouts in unison made people's eardrums hurt. The Clear Sky Hammer in their hands suddenly expanded, and the soul rings on their bodies that represented the mercy of the gods were instantly shattered with loud explosions.

As long as God comes, everything will be fine!
Death is not unacceptable, they will get the opportunity they dream of - just like the two sect leaders in the sect, they will become true living gods!
"Stop delaying, work together!" Suddenly, Ditian turned his head and shouted at the Holy Spirit Sect's second extreme, who seemed to be still hesitating - the other one was going crazy.

A certain kind of light that can only be used by gods lit up on Chen Haixi - it was something that belonged to the light of a certain god, and he knew this stuff very well!
boom! ! !
In such an urgent moment, a dazzling golden light hit the battlefield out of thin air, and Chen Haixi, who had fallen into a strange state, was suddenly smashed out - like a long stick.

Di Tian suddenly looked towards the direction where the golden light was shining. Energy arrows in the sky formed a meteor shower, illuminating the black dragon scales covering his fists, shining with dazzling brilliance.

Arrows rained down.

The old man with white beard and hair seemed to be walking in the wind and snow.

"Pfft~" Chen Haixi spit out a mouthful of blood and stared at the person who came. The long stick also had the blessing of a certain god, and he seized the right opportunity to blast him in the blink of an eye. came out - of course, the main reason is...

No response.

Poseidon seemed to be unable to receive any of his messages, and he never even had the feeling of being watched as before.

"It has been more than 1 years, and we have never returned to this land." The long stick drew a strange arc in the air and flew back to the old man's hand.

Chen Haixi was still staring at the visitor, with deep fear in his blue eyes.

He remembered, and he finally understood where the uneasiness in the ground came from!
This is not only Shrek, but also the former Wuhun City.

But God’s things are beyond his control.

He bit the tip of his tongue and threw out some of the inappropriate conjectures from his mind. It was nothing more than a test sent by the God of the Sea - the most important condition in devout faith is "don't question". What is "don't question"?To put it simply, divine authority is absolute. As long as it is directed toward the gods, mortals will never be allowed to doubt it.

Having trouble?That is a test given by God; is God’s will unreasonable?Is that because you have insufficient understanding? God has not responded to your expectations?That’s because your faith is not pious enough and you can’t even think about continuing to pray...

died?

That is being inspired by God, and is about to ascend to the divine realm to serve the gods in the eternal kingdom of God! ! !
"The dead remnants of the Wuhun Palace?! It's been 1 years and you don't know how to thank God for your grace. Are you still restless?" He raised his trident and pointed it at the old man whose aura was still somewhat disordered.

The old man lowered his eyes and held the stick in both hands, assuming a posture ready to fight.

The already turbulent lake water on the ground was boiling more and more, as if someone below was constantly adding firewood, or as if something between heaven and earth was trying to tear apart the night and come out, causing inexplicable fluctuations.

The old man and the fluctuation began to gradually fit together, and the aura that was not enough to set foot on this battlefield gradually increased to the point where they had to look sideways.

Vaguely, there seemed to be two older figures, covered in blood, standing behind him. They were also holding long sticks, and they were also full of anger.

"Greetings from Jiu Shu, we are the enemies of the Wuhun Palace legacy!" There was a shadow of a silver flying dragon hovering beside him, and then merged into one, like one voice, and also like three voices.

……

"Greetings from a long time ago, descendants of angels." It was like thousands of voices singing together, making a deafening sound - more like a roar than a greeting.

The roar was so loud that one's brain was shaking, and Qianjie could only open his eyes.

What caught the eye was not some indescribable monster, nor the gloomy white bones, but a beautiful face, with concern and a little doting in the purple gem eyes.

"Are you awake? Get up as soon as you wake up. Is the pillow on your knees comfortable?"

"A projection is like a hammer's knee pillow. Isn't it just a rock?" Qianjie rubbed the back of his head helplessly. It was really uncomfortable.

The most important thing was the pain that felt like needles all over his body, so painful that it was almost difficult to stand up - the only thing he felt now.

Raising his hand, his palm was vaguely covered with lavender and green lines. This is the sequelae of being a transfer station for resentment. According to the old man Electrolux, people are already undead and natural disasters. The result of being stained with evil.

Others may not die if they touch the grievances accumulated over thousands of years, but basically they can only spend the rest of their lives eating, drinking and sleeping in bed.

Still a short-lived ghost.

After all, there is a thick barrier between the dead and the living.

"It would be much easier if you brought the gold of living things down with you. If you insist on being a hero, wouldn't you be the one who suffers?" The Ice Emperor's gloating laughter came from the spiritual sea.

Qianjie ignored her. When the pain subsided a little, he struggled to stand up, and the broken city came into his sight.

And the circles of white bones surrounding him.

Some of their bones were broken, as if they had been hit by something heavy; some were completely black, as if they had been burned by flames; and many more were wearing faded and decayed armor, as if they had just come off the battlefield. soon……

They were like rotten machines, their eyes following the silver-haired boy closely, and no emotion could be seen in their empty eyes.

"I won't disturb you anymore." Gu Yue's gentle voice sounded at the right time, bringing a bit of life to the city of death. "I would like to remind you that if it weren't for me, you would have been chopped into pieces. Okay, think about how to repay me later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the only vitality disappeared, like an elusive female ghost.

Qianjie sighed, put his hands on his cheeks, and tried hard to raise the corners of his stiff mouth, trying to put on a kind smile.

Then he walked out of the gray shield that had gradually dissipated and faced the forest of swords.

After all, we have to face it.

"Seniors, we have something to discuss." Holding back the severe pain, Qianjie released the coquettish golden wings from behind.

wow~
The moment the golden wings lit up, the air seemed to be silent for a moment, followed by the sound of weapons falling to the ground, and circles of skeletons half kneeling on the ground - this seemed to be an instinct carved into their bones.

Qianjie let out a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, the ID card formed by the wings can be used anywhere.

"Weeds have grown all over, old man." He was even temporarily in the mood to pat a skeleton whose eyes had grown faint weeds.

There was no response, just eyes that looked like abyss, staring straight at him.

It's a heart-stopping scene.

Qianjie didn't expect any response from a skeleton, so he tried to take a step towards the wave of bones.

Kacha Kacha~
The wave of bones took a step back.

He collapsed forward again, and the wave of bones retreated again...

This was repeated until he passed through the "crowd", with the incomplete city wall reflected in his dark golden pupils.

But those dark eyes kept moving with his movements - this was really eye-catching.

He believed that these bones would not harm him.

There's nothing he can do if he really wants to hurt him. People are already here. You can't rub the back of your head and say, "I went to the wrong door," then turn around and go back, right?
Qianjie rubbed his stiff face again and walked helplessly towards the tower that seemed to have been burned by fire.

The plaque showing the city's name on the city gate has disappeared, perhaps turned into ashes; the city wall is also in a state of incomplete shape, like stones stacked irregularly - of course, it is really not a hundred meters high or a hundred meters thick... …

It is no different from the city wall in Qianjie's impression.

After crossing the city gate with only the door hinge and some metal leather covering, Qianjie stepped into the city that he should have come to long ago.

He looked around and saw no magnificent buildings, only a city destroyed by fire and violence.

Those dark, decaying ruins and the ubiquitous weeds silently tell everything it has experienced, but from the occasional traces, one can still figure out the fragments carrying the past time and get a glimpse of its past grandeur. .

But apart from weeds and bones, no living creatures could be seen. This was a city of death.

Qianjie passed by an area that looked like a residential area. The broken weapons behind the incomplete walls showed that the city might have been completely deserted and there were no real residents anymore. He also passed by a large venue that looked like a college. The young bones followed suit, indicating that no one gave up on this last stand until the last moment, even the children...

He wanted to see more things, but there was not a complete house, a complete piece of furniture...

Tens of thousands of years have washed away too many traces.

This is just an abandoned city, it doesn't seem worth paying any attention to, only a pile of bones is left.

And this only remnant is walking mightily behind Qianjie, like a white torrent.

Qianjie stopped and turned to look at the silent guards.

Da Da Da~
Suddenly a tall skeleton emerged from the crowd and walked in front of him.

No language or communication was needed, Qianjie followed silently, and behind him, there were still a torrent of bones.

Speechless all the way.

They walked through the ruins of residential areas, vast squares, and the ruins of magnificent palaces...

Finally, we came to an area similar to a library - the incomplete and dark bookshelves already told us what kind of place this was.

The tall skeleton stopped, raised his fleshless palm, and pointed in one direction—a corner covered by a pile of ruined bookshelves.

Qianjie took a deep breath and walked over. The place where the faint call came was not here, but he still dug through the layers of ruins without hesitation.

Then he froze.

It was still a skeleton, a curled up skeleton wearing female clothing, holding something tightly like a baby.

There were brown blood stains on the dress, and there was a crocodile roaring up to the sky embroidered with golden silk thread, but her bones had many traces of being blackened, her spine was broken by gravel, and even her hard skull was broken. It became several pieces.

And in her arms was a box made of steel.

"Who is this?" Qianjie subconsciously looked at the tall skeleton.

As before, of course there would be no answer.

Silence suddenly fell on the small ruins, with only the sound of breathing echoing.

"I'm offended." He smiled bitterly and shook his head. Qianjie still stretched out his hand towards the female skeleton, carefully opened the hands holding the metal box tightly, and took it out - since they brought him here Here, something must be handed over to him.

A little offense is really nothing.

The box does not have any complicated locks, nor is it a sophisticated soul guidance device. It is more like a random container found in an emergency - but tens of thousands of years of time do not seem to have left any traces on it. Still heavy and indestructible.

Qianjie opened the iron box easily.

He was stunned again—perhaps he was destined to spend the day in constant surprise.

There is no magic weapon in it, nor is it some kind of soul bone, or the manuscript of some top-notch self-created soul skill.

It's just a thick, but unremarkable book.

——"General History of Wuhun Palace"

"To destroy a race and a spirit, you must first destroy their history." In the sea of ​​​​spirits, Electrolux sighed vaguely, "However, this piece of history remains, even if no one knows about it."

Qianjie didn't respond. He stood up with the iron box in his arms and silently looked at the ruins.

In a trance, the ruins were no longer there. He stood in a book pavilion with jade inlays and carvings. There were people coming and going, all of them holding books in their arms, with proud and conceited smiles on their faces, as if they were discussing what the future should be. how……

Just a moment later, the bookshelf collapsed, and the sound of fighting and roaring faintly echoed in the flames. A woman wearing a golden crocodile pattern walked into the burning flames with blood all over her body, looking for what she wanted in the ashes and flames. Throwing away one secret book after another that soul masters regarded as treasures, she finally showed a heartfelt smile as if she was surviving a disaster, put the book that no one had cared about for a long time into the box, and hugged it carefully Holding it, he curled up and hid in the corner.

Like a mother protecting her chicks under her body, the scorching flames and collapsed buildings buried her, but she was smiling, because in her arms was the proof that they had been here.

It is a rich history and a fragment of the past.

She came with glory across thousands of years.

He stood in the ruins again.

There is no eternal force in the world, no absolutely invincible power, and no truly invincible treasure. There are only words and history. Whether you see it or not, it is there.

Qianjie took a deep breath, as if to remember the ashes in his heart, and then he opened the gift from thousands of years ago.

——In the first year of the Wuhun Calendar, when the Wuhun Palace was first established, there were still many evil soul masters in the world. The most vigilant evil soul master force...

……

——In the year 21 of the Wuhun Calendar, the War God Pavilion and the United States fought against the Wuhun Palace on the Lima Plains, and achieved a great victory...

……

——In the 230th and [-]th year of the Martial Soul Calendar, the evil soul master finally disappeared from the world...

……

——In the third year of Wuhun Calendar 1, the Wuhun Empire was established, and the allied forces of Tiandou Star Luo fought in Jialing Pass and were defeated...

——Martial Soul Calendar...

In the end, only a series of ink stains were left, and their history did not seem to end.

"Thousands of years apart, it's like seeing the words face to face." Qianjie closed the book. He wanted to read it through, but time really didn't allow, so he just briefly browsed through it.

He had a lot of emotions to say and a lot of questions to ask, but when he looked around, there were ruins and bones, and no one responded.

But the bones did not seem to have reached some fateful relief, and were still looking at him with dark eyes.

"Their resentment has been almost exhausted, and we can start purifying them." Electrolux's old voice sounded.

Purification, in the Qianjie way of understanding, is called salvation.

"Maybe." Qianjie put away the only harvest and turned his attention to the city center, "But I think I still have something to do, and they still have something to do."

He strode towards the center of the city, where was the square he had just passed.

"Maybe they hate more than just Shrek, not just those who massacred the city."

"what?"

"One general is incompetent and the three armies are exhausted." Qianjie's pace is getting faster and faster, and the bones behind him are also getting faster and faster. "Suffering the filth of the country is called the master of the country. Being the ominous of the country is the king of the world - the leader. Decisions may require hundreds or thousands of people to sacrifice. Sometimes the decision is necessary, sometimes the sacrifice is voluntary, but the leader can never accept these sacrifices with peace of mind. He must stand with those who make the sacrifice. , and be ready to bleed together at any time.

"Thousands of years ago, these leaders probably did not shed blood."

Qianjie stopped. This was a very large square, a stage where countless geniuses from the past could once again show their prowess.

It now has no noisy audience, no performing "geniuses", only a two-person-high execution rack - the most common cross-shaped execution rack.

There was also a white skeleton hanging on it.

A female skeleton with a crown, she should have a name that she has heard for a thousand eons.

When he got closer, Qianjie was sure that he knew the name of this white skeleton - she was not all white, the skeleton was covered with blood-red lines, and there was a small blood-colored sword engraved on her forehead.

"This should be someone like the Pope. Who hung her up?" There was a hint of doubt in Electrolux's voice.

"The ancient master of the Far North has already said her ending." Qianjie raised his finger and pointed at the white bones on the execution rack. At the same time, blood-colored threads spread from the back of his hand, cutting off the long-corroded iron nails, and the white bones trembled. It fell to the ground with a decaying sound, "And now, it should be my turn."

"No, why are you so crazy?!" In the sea of ​​​​spirits, Ice Emperor was so surprised that he even dropped his comic book.

"How can it be such a good thing if you want to bear the benefits of fame but don't want to bear the hardships and responsibilities." Qianjie spread his hands disapprovingly, "Some people did not shed corresponding blood thousands of years ago, and now they only Future generations will suffer."

He turned around and looked at the endless white bones that followed, with a certain relief in his expression, "Blood is the best way to fulfill the contract."

The next moment, the execution frame collapsed to the ground, and white bone nails penetrated his wrist.

Fortunately, it is within the tolerance range.

He couldn't bleed to death anyway, and the pain alone wouldn't kill him.

Thousands of weapons followed the trajectory and suddenly joined the body.

Qianjie closed her eyes subconsciously.

……

Songzi closed her eyes subconsciously and waited quietly for death to come.

It's messed up, everything is messed up.

She didn't want to dwell on why all this happened, let alone think about those terrifying ghosts. She only knew that she had no strength left.

He is about to die in the mouth of the spirit beast, and Wang Donger behind him, maybe in a few days, or maybe in a few hours, the two girls as cute as flowers will turn into disgusting spirit beast excrement La!

To be honest, she shouldn't have saved the water ghost whose back was soaked in water for a long time, otherwise she wouldn't have exhausted her strength so quickly.

but……

There was no way, who told her to be Wang Donger's bodyguard, and who told her that she wouldn't live much longer?

One life is lost, but one can be saved.

She seemed to have asked about the fishy smell in the soul beast's mouth, and warm liquid splashed on her body.

——Maybe, this is your own blood?

"Do you really want to die?" Another voice as sweet as a mountain spring sounded in her ears.

Mom!
The spirit beast has spoken!
Songzi opened the door carefully and looked at the talking soul beast in front of her. She had long hair like a waterfall and was wearing a moon-white dress - now the moon-white dress was stained with a lot of red blood. , like a mottled painting.

Oh my god!Soul beasts can also wear clothes!
Songzi couldn't help but reach out and hold down the pounding little heart to prevent the overly energetic heart from arousing the appetite of the possibly ferocious beast in front of him.

Unfortunately, I didn't hold it down, and the heartbeat was still clearly audible.

Because the fat layer is too thick.

She finally opened her chestnut eyes wide and put on a show of love.

Then she scratched her head in embarrassment.

"Sister, why are you here?" Behind the person in front of her, Yinyue has already proven her identity - the senior sister of the inner courtyard, Zhang Lexuan.

This really can't be blamed on Song Zi. In this environment where there are soul beasts everywhere and few living people can be found, if a large living person suddenly appears, everyone will subconsciously become nervous.

"How did you find Wang Dong'er?" Zhang Lexuan did not answer Song Zi's question, but asked about the unconscious Wang Dong'er behind Song Zi - there was really no need to answer in this environment.

Songzi scratched his head in embarrassment again, "Before the beast wave attacked, I was looking for something to eat in the city, and then I saw that there seemed to be a fight in the academy. I rushed towards the inner courtyard, and found Dong'er by the lake."

Being able to jump back and forth in the tide of beasts, and picking up a living person by the lake - I can only say that he is blessed with great fortune.

"Senior Sister, do you want to eat?" With that said, Songzi took out a bag of roasted chestnuts from the space soul guide and handed it to Zhang Lexuan.

"In this kind of environment, you can eat whatever you want." Zhang Lexuan let out a long sigh, turned around and walked out of the classroom without picking up the chestnuts, "Come with me, I can still barely fight against the beast tide."

Song Nu didn't mind, peeled a chestnut and threw it into his mouth, then picked up Wang Dong'er, who was still unconscious, and followed Zhang Lexuan.

"Sister, where are we going?" Songzi began to chirp again.

Zhang Lexuan subconsciously stopped and looked sideways at Song Zi.

Yes, where should they go?
The inner court?That place is already crowded with soul beasts, and there are still a few auras of ferocious beasts in it. If you go there, you will die; run out?It is true that the soul beasts seldom attack places outside Shrek Academy, but after all, they hold the title of disciples of Shrek's inner academy. If they leave Shrek at this time, does it count as an escape?
"Where are we going?" Zhang Lexuan asked subconsciously, her eyes full of confusion.

Song Zi had a strange look on his face.

You don’t know where to go with your feelings!
"How about we just wait here for now?" Songzi asked tentatively.

Zhang Lexuan didn't reply, still maintaining a blank posture.

The pine nuts were numb, and she subconsciously pinched Wang Donger's butt on her back.

"Be careful of Poseidon Lake, be careful of the bottom of the lake." Wang Donger murmured as if in pain.

"Sister, don't worry, she has been shouting this since I picked her up." Songzi explained hurriedly.

Zhang Lexuan still said nothing, but looked towards the direction of the inner courtyard.

Songzi's little heart started beating violently again, "Sister, don't listen to her, the inner courtyard is full of spirit beasts now!"

"Go to the shore of Poseidon Lake." Zhang Lexuan finally said the answer Song Zi didn't want to hear.

Songzi closed her eyes helplessly. She suddenly wanted to turn around and go back, but with her mediocre soul power level and depleted soul power, her chances of surviving without Zhang Lexuan were even lower.

Besides, this teaching building is about to collapse.

Because of the battle in the sky.

Songzi raised his head. It's not like the Super Douluo put the battlefield in the sky and it won't have any impact on the ground.

The black phoenix, combined with the earth-yellow Taotie, struck the Shrek teachers' formation again and again in the air.

Songzi laughed subconsciously.

"what happened?"

"Sister, it's nothing." Songzi glanced at the sky one last time, and quickly followed Zhang Lexuan with Wang Dong'er on his back.

They are the dark side of Shrek.

But now that the boss who once led them is fighting with Shrek, who they used to be loyal to, where should she go?
Where to go is the ultimate brain-exploding question.

……

People often say that it is easy for people at the bottom to switch camps, and that people at the top can only stick to their positions and wait for death. But tens of thousands of years ago, it might have been the other way around.

The people below have become victims of sticking to the camp, while the people above have packaged countless sacrifices in the name of love, completely ignoring their own responsibilities and guilt.

This is a splendid city, it is like the Kingdom of God on earth, and thousands of kalpas can be wandered in it.

He wasn't dead - he didn't know whether he was dead or not.

Perhaps the body outside has been chopped into a pile of rotten flesh by the rotten blade.

But it doesn't matter, since we have stepped into the afterimage of the past, we must atone for our past sins. All ambitions will be in vain until we repay our debts.

So he smiled and chatted happily with everyone in the city.

"Li Shan, great soul master." This is a businessman with a simple smile who does business in the city.

"Wang Yu, Soul Sect." This is the soldier stationed on the city wall with a sunny smile on his face.

"Qian Ren Bing, Soul Saint." This is a middle-aged man patrolling the city. His serious expression is very majestic as a law enforcer.

……

"Su Yuntao, Soul Master, I am the deacon of Wuhun Palace!" The handsome middle-aged man introduced himself to Qianjie with a proud face.

Qianjie responded with a gentle smile. This deacon of the Notting City Martial Arts Branch was really blind - the white cloth wrapped around his eyes was still oozing with blood. This was a medal of honor.

So it doesn't hinder his pride.

One name after another, many, many names, so crowded that Qianjie’s head is about to explode.

But he wanted to write it down.

This city does not belong to a certain family or a certain surname, but to these warriors who are still fighting until death.

"I met a lot of people." He finally woke up.

He was not chopped into pieces, but was left with a certain sense of sadness.

The addition of the sword seemed to be an illusion, and the piles of white bones seemed to be an illusion, leaving only piles of broken bones that looked like snow.

But the pain in his wrist reminded him that this was not an illusion.

"It turns out that the so-called Poseidon Island is the Holy Mountain of Wuhun Temple turned upside down." Qianjie murmured as he looked at the golden temple in the sky. It was a mountain peak, an upside-down mountain.

He was also standing upside down - or the entire execution rack was upside down.

"It's really a scene of great religious significance." Looking left and right at his wrists that were pierced by bone nails, Qianjie could imagine how an inverted cross would look like a meaningful painting if he stood in the distance.

So he easily broke free of the bone nails, fell off the execution rack, and looked at the inverted mountain peak.

Golden wings stretched out behind him, and a halo of white bones and thorns slowly condensed on his head.

This is a very meaningful soul ring - not only the Tang family can obtain soul rings from blessings.

But Qianjie doesn't want to dwell on the specialness of the soul ring or the power of the soul skills now. He cares more about what is in the temple.

There is another seal with blue-gold water flowing slowly like an ocean - it is the second seal that Electrolux has sensed.

"I thought this seal was placed by Wuhun Palace itself?" Qianjie flew in front of the seal, blue, gold, ocean...

There is no doubt who placed the seal.

"How can a dead god be better than a living god?" Electrolux was not surprised by this. His old voice was still calm, "Under this seal, there should be what Poseidon wants, and what you want." Something you want.”

Qian Jie nodded.

"That girl still has some blood left. Fly 100 meters to the left. There is the formation eye." Immediately afterwards, Electrolux pointed out the place of entry - it can only be said that the craftsmanship of a certain unknown person is much better than that of the past. In terms of undead natural disasters, it is indeed very rough.

That's right, you may not even have a primary school diploma - you spent six years at Notting College working as a blacksmith and accompanying girls. You still need to go to Shrek, which was still Pheasant College at the time, to learn common sense. It's hard to say how authentic or fake that diploma is. …

Anyway, don't be like a Danabi who immediately started studying the corresponding knowledge when he arrived in another world.

With endless complaints in his mind, Qianjie easily opened the seal.

Then, the world hung upside down!

He suddenly fell to the ground and looked up to see a city in ruins - the temple of Wuhun City and the city where the soldiers were fighting had been separated and could not hear each other.

"I probably understand what he wants." As soon as he hit the ground, Electrolux sighed thoughtfully.

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

"We should have thought of the power of faith."

Qianjie suddenly understood, and then walked towards the hall where he stood tall.

Yes, I should have thought of it a long time ago - a certain god is undoubtedly a god of faith, and his thirst for faith is unparalleled - otherwise, why would he still wear the vest of a Holy Emperor?

Although Wuhun Palace is destroyed, the faith accumulated over the past ten thousand years will not disappear out of thin air - especially when the angel god disappears or dies, such a huge faith becomes an ownerless wealth.

Wuhundian's grassroots organizations throughout the continent have also determined that the faith accumulated is stronger than the faith it has searched and searched for.

At least more than that.

As for why it was sealed, it has not been digested for more than [-] years...

Maybe it has something to do with the roughness of the methods.

After all, two of the five great god kings in the divine world are clear gods of innate laws and do not require faith; the other two are not mentioned, but it is said that the method of using the power of faith is to first convert it into fairy energy and then absorb it - or so to speak. , the gods in the entire divine world actually follow this approach.

There is only one waste that directly absorbs and uses the power of faith - eating directly does not necessarily mean that the person is strong sometimes, it may also be a sign of poor craftsmanship - a prey is stronger when it is roasted and eaten as cooked food, or when it is chewed directly Is raw meat stronger?
Do you think the one who gnaws raw meat is unwilling to eat cooked food because he wants to show his strength?

No, it's also possible that it doesn't handle prey.

There is no need to say more about the advantages and disadvantages of cooked food and raw food.

People who like to eat medium-rare steaks and eat bloody meat do not necessarily represent aristocratic style...

What did our ancestors use to make fire?

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)