In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

Those were a pair of captivating eyes.

Under the dark blood-red background of the left eye's pupil, three black magatama like blades were linked together, forming a circle in the middle, as if to suck people in.

Wang Zhaolong just stared at it blankly, his eyes dull.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed. The abandoned residential building that was blown up turned into an endless blood-red space. Darkness spread endlessly in this space.

When I came to my senses again, I found myself tied to a large cross monument without knowing when. My body was completely out of control, but the feeling seemed to be magnified ten thousand times.

I clearly felt the powerlessness of being out of my control.

The young man who had transformed into white mist appeared high in front of him, looking down at him with indifference in his eyes.

"You like being buried alive, right? Then let you experience this feeling yourself."

"Snapped!"

With a snap of his fingers, the ground beneath his feet softened and his body began to sink little by little.

He wants to struggle!

He wanted to shout!

But there was nothing he could do, he could only watch himself sink.

Knees, abdomen, chest, until the lips and nose were buried, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

The soil around him pressed towards him, trying to crush him into pieces.

After only two minutes, he felt his chest was extremely stuffy and he tried hard to move his mouth to break through the soil to get fresh air.

Unfortunately, this is a futile waste of effort.

His body sent him signals of suffocation, and his brain went blank due to lack of oxygen. He opened his mouth to get air, but only mud poured into his mouth and entered his lungs with his breathing, making him feel extremely painful.

As his breathing became more and more rapid, his pain reached its peak.

He even wanted to end his own life to put an end to this pain.

But he could only bear it.

Finally, the string broke.

A second before he lost consciousness, a thought flashed through his mind:

"Finally relieved."

The next second, his consciousness returned, and he was shocked to find that his body was once again bound to the cross monument.

And it is slowly sinking!

"Congratulations, you've triggered it again."

Demonic whispers whispered in his ears.

He froze.

He suddenly looked up at the figure in the air, as if he saw a great terror.

He already knew what was going to happen next.

The biting cold froze his soul and fear consumed his mind.

The mud swallowed him again.

again and again……

again and again……

In the abandoned residential building, everyone looked at Bai Wu and Wang Zhaolong.

Just by looking at each other, Wang Zhaolong lost his mind, obviously he was under some kind of magic of Bai Wu.

The next second, Wang Zhaolong suddenly had a silly smile on his face, and made a meaningless sound:

"Uh, uh, heh, heh~"

The three people from Hengshan felt a chill in their hearts when they saw this.

This is a sign of a complete breakdown of consciousness.

The body loses its autonomy.

What did Wang Zhaolong experience in this short moment?

The three of them looked towards the white fog, and the fear from the past came back to their minds.

"Boss, I'll go first. I'll give you the throne!"

Seeing this, Li Cheng roared angrily, transformed into a virtual god, and retreated violently backwards.

In the blink of an eye, they reached the edge of the formation field.

The other person reacted just as quickly and ran in another direction.

Unfortunately, Hengshan had anticipated this.

Thirty-six battle flags fluttered in the wind, and the two men froze in place.

"Heh, why do you think you can transform in here? Your lives have long been linked to the flag."

The next second, the two people and Wang Zhaolong's body exploded instantly, turning into three blood mists.

The wisps of blood mist were completely absorbed by the formation flags, and the thirty-six formation flags were suddenly covered with a layer of blood light.

Not only that, Hengshan then took out a black box from his arms.

When he opened the box, life seeds with halos appeared and were also sacrificed by him to the formation flag.

In just a few moments, the field formed by the formation became even thicker, and the human body in Qinglong Mansion could not even sense his own life.

Even Lao Zhang, who was feeling uncomfortable due to Cunzhi's challenge, could no longer muster any strength.

They all looked towards the white fog with concern.

"Boy, now, just change back to your original form."

Hengshan looked at the white fog and laughed.

According to the Demon Lord, the strength after the sacrifice is enough to suppress the fourth-level human life species, thus greatly reducing its strength.

However, if he were to face a fourth-level cultivator, he would be unable to do so.

He was sure that the character that Bai Wu transformed into definitely had not reached the fourth level!

This game is a sure win, there is no solution!

Feel free to make sarcastic remarks!

But as time passed second by second, Bai Wu still looked like that strange young man, and was not shaken at all by the increased power of the formation.

Hengshan's expression gradually stiffened over time.

He tried hard to control the muscles on his face, remaining calm and confident as he spoke:

"Bai Wu, you must be holding on, right?"

The white mist is silent, only chakra is flowing.

An orange-red shadow rose from behind him, holding the Yata Mirror in his left hand and the Totsuka Sword in his right hand. It eventually transformed into an orange-red giant, looking towards Hengshan with ruthless eyes.

A drop of cold sweat instantly slid down Hengshan's forehead.

Feeling the breath of the giant, his expression could no longer be restrained.

There was a hint of pleading in his voice:

"Brother Wu, you are my brother, give the Demon Lord some face and change back."

I couldn't suppress it before the sacrifice, and I still couldn't suppress it after the sacrifice...

You know what I'm going to say, right?

Lord, I am so young, give me back my money!

The giant raised his Ten-fist sword high.

Hengshan's expression returned to normal.

The disparity in power between the two sides made him give up his hopes.

But he couldn't understand. According to the normal development of the plot, he, the villain boss of the Xia country, should have a fierce battle with the righteous people, with a back and forth battle, and finally give them a big wave before being killed with difficulty.

How come the situation took a sudden turn for the worse with the appearance of white fog?

In just a few months, they, the fallen ones, had reached the point of being wiped out as a group and extinct!

Someone is cheating here, and no one is doing anything about it?

He sat cross-legged on the ground, letting the raised Ten-Fist Sword gather momentum, and the life seed that had been baptized by corruption in his mind began to emit energy.

Every fallen life seed is baptized by the power of the Demon Lord.

Therefore, he can contact the Demon Lord!

The only conditions are:

Sacrifice himself!

He looked at the young man standing there, with a calm aura, as if he had everything under control, and his eyes were filled with another self:

"Xiqu Yujian is from a good family, Baima Jinji is a chivalrous young man."

If he could have the same situation as Bai Wu, perhaps the person sitting here would be facing himself.

Who doesn’t want to stand in the light of justice?

"So, you, all of you should be buried with me!"

Everything you think about is just one thought.

His eyes focused and he looked at the many human beings in the Baiwu Qinglong Mansion.

He wants to use his own body to summon the arrival of the Demon Lord!

With so many human bodies around, especially Bai Wu, who is considered special in the Demon Lord's mind, the Demon Lord will definitely not refuse!

The power of the life seed in the body gushed out frantically at all costs, and the demonic energy lingering on the life seed was aroused.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the ten-mile world suddenly became dim.

Thirty-six battle flags fluttered in the wind.

Hengshan smiled.

The Demon Lord has responded to his call!