Create myths from pirates

Chapter 85 What an Obscene God——

"Apocalypse!"

Hearing what the middle-aged samurai said, Montaigne was a little dazed, and he suddenly remembered.

In this world, it seems that God originally existed.

After Kimai Tsuji became an evil ghost by accident, the Ubayashiki family of the same origin suffered a curse. This curse is said to be God's punishment for them.

The newborns of the obstetrician family affected by the curse are all plagued by diseases and have a very short life span, most of them do not live to be 20 years old.

"Evil villain, let go of the samurai quickly."

A bow soldier with a rusty brain opened his mouth, and Montaigne could see his trembling body.

As soon as Montaigne pointed out, he exploded the man's head from the air.

Then he looked at the middle-aged warrior who was pinched by his neck, and asked.

"Take me to meet your Patriarch, and I will consider letting you go."

Montaigne's always indifferent expression made the middle-aged samurai feel pressured, and he nodded tremblingly.

"Then you are useless."

Montaigne put down the middle-aged warrior, and looked at the archers surrounding him. He saw his fingers glowing brightly, dotted in the air, and all the archers surrounding him were blown away by the terrifying force. .

"This……"

The middle-aged warrior was scared out of his wits by the sight, and he fell to the ground, stuttering.

"Let's go, if you don't want to die."

Montaigne spoke indifferently, he wanted to see what this so-called "God" was?
This "god" made him feel even more wretched than Guiwu Tsuji.

Onimai Tsuji Mumi turned into an evil ghost. He angered the Ubuyashiki clan of the same origin, cursed their offspring, and turned them into short-lived diseases, but he never came forward to eliminate Wumi.

Is it because of what?Because he is not strong?Because he only knows about cursing, and can't cursing kill evil spirits?
Or is he strong enough, but has a bad personality, and just wants to watch an endless war between humans and evil spirits?
No matter what kind, Montaigne does not agree, he recognizes the immortal god.

Only Dao Zun and Moon God.

Instead of this, something that only hides its head and shows its tail.

……

Heavenly world.

Zhang Sanfeng looked happy.

In his open right palm, a small flame was burning fiercely, and under the flame was a mass of ashes.

Flames represent destruction, ashes bring rebirth.

These are two laws, they are interdependent and transform each other.

This is the red envelope that Bai Yujing sent to Zhang Sanfeng.

Today, Zhang Sanfeng has initially refined it.

Therefore, two supernatural powers were obtained.

Standing up from the ground, looking at the afterglow of the setting sun, Zhang Sanfeng sighed in his heart, he rose from the sky and flew towards Wudang Mountain.

After suppressing Yuan Ting and killing Yuan Emperor, his mission came to an end for the time being.

at the same time.

On Longhu Mountain, the contemporary celestial master Zhang Chengyan felt something in his heart, and looked up to the horizon.

He pinched his fingers lightly and whispered to himself.

"Is that the direction, Dadu?"

"What's going on? Yuan Ting's luck was directly cut in half."

He frowned slightly, unable to think of what happened there, but it was a good thing for him.

Yuan Ting has oppressed the Chinese people for a long time, and it would be better if they perish.

"Little guy, your cultivation is not bad."

A voice rang in Zhang Chengyan's ear without any warning.

Zhang Chengyan hurriedly turned his head and saw a man in Taoist robes with white hair and beard looking at him with a smile.

"you are?"

Zhang Chengyan looked vigilant, he secretly channeled mana, ready to strike at any time.

"Don't be nervous."

"If I want to do something, you have no right to resist at all."

"Speaking of which, you still have to call me Patriarch."

Hearing the other party's words, Zhang Chengyan was slightly taken aback, and said.

"Who is the senior?"

The man stroked his long beard lightly, and spoke calmly.

"I am Zhang Daoling!"

After Zhang Daoling finished speaking, Zhang Chengyan was stunned on the spot, and he stammered a bit.

"Are you... no..."

"Are you the Patriarch of my Dragon Tiger Mountain?"

Zhang Chengyan couldn't believe it, but still had doubts in his heart.

Seeing the opponent's appearance, Zhang Daoling cast the Golden Light Curse, a golden light whip condensed in his hand, and he whipped Zhang Chengyan.

"Ah!"

Zhang Chengyan yelled in pain, and rolled several times on the steps before slowly stopping.

"How? Have you confirmed my identity?"

Zhang Daoling held the golden whip, looked at Zhang Chengyan with a smile and said.

Seeing this posture, Zhang Chengyan waved hurriedly.

"Understood, I understand, Patriarch."

Seeing the satisfactory result, Zhang Daoling put away his Golden Light Curse.

Zhang Chengyan got up slowly, moved closer to Zhang Daoling, and asked in a low voice.

"Patriarch, have you become a fairy?"

Looking at this disciple and grandson in another world, Zhang Daoling nodded slightly, and said.

"Otherwise, can I live that long?"

Hearing Zhang Daoling's words, Zhang Chengyan said in his heart: "It really is."

Then, Zhang Daoling spoke again, with reproach and disappointment in his tone.

"You guys are so disappointing to us."

Zhang Chengyan couldn't refute, so he could only keep silent. Longhushan had been passed down to his generation, and it was too decayed. I am afraid that the disputes in the martial arts world have already been made public by others.

"Go and call all the addresses, I want to see them."

Seeing Zhang Chengyan's expression, Zhang Daoling didn't want to continue to blame him, so he spoke immediately.

.........

The ghost destroys the world.

Led by the middle-aged samurai, Montaigne came to a Japanese-style mansion.

"Are you sure it's here?"

Montaigne opened his mouth with displeasure. From his perception, the mansion in front of him didn't smell like a living person at all, but the smell of blood was very strong.

"I'm sure, I'm sure, this is the owner's yard."

The middle-aged samurai trembled and looked very frightened. He probably wouldn't lie.

Then there is only one answer to this fresh bloody smell.

"What a wretched fellow."

Montaigne felt something in his heart, kicked the door open, and the stench of blood rushed to his face, and the middle-aged warrior immediately vomited.

"Okay, get out of here."

Ignoring the cowardly guy beside him, Nong Tian walked directly into the courtyard.

What caught my eye was the corpses all over the ground. They presented various death conditions, which was extremely miserable.

"There is no trauma, the mouth and eyes are crooked, and the seven holes are bleeding."

"Is it poisonous? Or is it a curse?"

Montaigne observed the two corpses carefully and whispered to himself.

Going forward, all the way to the middle of the main room, on a lacquered wooden chair, a bloody body sat quietly on it, lifeless.

Looking at the fabric of the other person's clothes, which are better than those of other people in the yard, this must be the male owner of this house.

The clues were interrupted, and Montaigne felt a little disgusted looking at the scene in the mansion's courtyard.

dissatisfied mouth.

"Such a wretched god—"

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