I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

After their investigation, some of the people who blew up the temple came from the "circle of people" and were their domesticated fire, while some came from the mist and their identities were unknown.

Some of them are mortals who have no power to restrain chickens, some are humans with powerful forbidden ruins, and some are strong men who hold forbidden things.

They call themselves "Shangxiehui".

And their president is a girl named Memorial.

In the eyes of Jiuzhushen, the strength of these people is naturally no different from that of ants, but it happened that this group of ants actually blew up their temple under their noses, and when they intervened, the other party had already run for nothing disappeared.

They are like a group of terrorists rising from the grassroots.

And the silver-haired girl in front of her is the leader of this group of terrorists.

"Your strength is good, but it's not much different from them." Isis pointed to Ye Fan and others beside him, "You can't beat me."

"I don't need to win you."

Commemorating the calm opening, she slowly raised her right hand in her pocket, and at some point in her palm, there was a black pixel-style detonator.

"I received his distress message two days ago, you know why I came here now?

Guess, where have I been these two days? "

Isis looked at Memorial's calm eyes, and frowned slightly as if thinking of something.

Commemorative smiled slightly, "The temples you built are of good quality, especially the foundations. Are you using divine bricks from Sun City? They are very solid."

Hearing this sentence, Isis's face gradually darkened.

"You actually pressed the bomb in the 'circle of people' again? How did you get in?!"

"You don't need to know about this." Memorial said lightly, "But this time, the bomb was not only buried in the temple... but also the residences of the humans you kept in captivity, a total of 72 people.

These should be the source of all your wishes, right? "

"Are you going to kill someone?" Isis frowned, and the faces of the other Nine Pillars were instantly gloomy.

"Why can't you kill?"

"You are all human, would you kill them?"

"What does their life and death have to do with me?"

Commemorative puts his left hand in his pocket and holds the detonator in his right hand. Standing in the storm, he speaks lightly,

"I've never been a kind person, I've been in an evil society, and I'm not an incarnation of justice...

All I know is that if you dare to enter Daxia half a step today, I will go to the evil society and drive out all the remaining humans in your circle of people to extinction! "

The tattered black cloak was rattling, and the eyes of Memorial were filled with awe.

Chapter 571 The Curse Begins

Isis's eyes were fixed on the memorial and the detonator in her hand, and her eyes flickered slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

Attacking Daxia from here is the order of the Sun God. If they retreat here, the situation on the side of Fengshen, the God of Yellow Sand, and Amon will be completely out of control... So far, the curse of Daxia's national destiny has not yet been released. It didn't show up, that is to say, they haven't completed their task yet.

From this point of view, they now have to delay the curse of the national destiny and stop these human ceilings.

But if they continue to stay here, the "circle of people" that has managed to survive from the mist will be destroyed, and the source of will power will be lost. Ping, can no longer support their existence.

This involves the rise and fall of the Egyptian gods.

If it is true as Memorial said, then of course Isis will withdraw from Great Xia without hesitation and preserve the "circle of people", but all this is just Memorial's unilateral rhetoric. She can't judge it with just a strange detonator. Memorial is true or false...

In fact, Isis didn't believe that Memorial could enter the "circle of people" again, and quietly planted so many explosives in it, but this woman is a complete lunatic, people can blow up their temples for the first time Once, who said that it must be impossible to fry the second time?

Isis was not reconciled, but she really didn't dare to bet.

After the gods and humans stopped fighting, the tumbling waves gradually calmed down. Under the gloomy sky, the four gods and five humans stared at each other vigilantly, ready to strike again.

The other three Nine Pillars are waiting for Isis's decision.

At this moment, the white pixel-style Bluetooth headset hanging on Memorial's ear lit up, and someone was passing some kind of message to her through this headset.

Commemorative's brow raised slightly.

"It seems that you are still lucky about the battlefield in the eastern mist." Memorial looked into Isis's eyes and said slowly, "Unfortunately, just now, your god of yellow sand, Seth, died on the Great Wall. In Xia Jiansheng's hands, Fengshen was seriously injured and escaped...

You have lost. "

Hearing this sentence, the faces of the four Nine Pillars Gods changed at the same time!

Not only them, but several other human beings also froze in place, with shock in their eyes.

Zhou Ping...has he taken that step?

"It's impossible." Geb said coldly, "Humans, how could it be possible to kill gods?"

"Whether it's true or not, it will be clear when you return to Sun City." Memorial said calmly with his hands in his pockets.

The faces of the gods were extremely gloomy.

Although they didn't believe in their hearts that human beings could kill gods, assuming what she said was true, it meant... Humans in Daxia might have mastered the method of stepping into the realm of gods and beheading gods.

If this is the case, then Great Xia is a huge threat to all the kingdoms of God in the world!

Isis stood on the sea in a skirt and jacket, looking at the end of the sea, the looming outline of the land, still not retreating.

She seemed to be waiting for something.

Now, it was Memorial's turn to frown slightly.

She didn't expect that the matter had developed to this point, and the four nine-pillar gods still refused to retreat?

What are they waiting for?

At this moment, Ye Fan, who was covered in bruises, came from not far away in a tattered dark red cloak, with a smile on his mouth.

"Could it be that you are waiting for the so-called curse of national destiny?"

Isis' eyes narrowed.

She turned her head to look at Ye Fan who was smiling, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Don't be so surprised, I am such a strange person in Daxia, it's not surprising that there are so many people who can divination." Ye Fan shrugged,

"However, if you guys are really planning my Great Xia National Games...

that's a pity,

I'm afraid you will be disappointed. "

……

Great Xia border.

A smear of black air penetrated from nothingness like ink, like a large thick cloud, covering the surface of the earth and mountains.

Black, spreading rapidly.

But even if this black air spreads between the mountains and the city, no one has noticed its existence.

It itself is just a curse of luck, and mortal eyes cannot detect it at all. Even if the black air permeated everyone's bodies, they just felt like a gust of wind was blowing, and they quickly returned to normal.

Luck is all together, illusory, mysterious and mysterious.

This smear of black air poured out of nothingness, sprinkled among the mountains in Daxia's territory, and quickly eroded the mysterious yellow air under the dragon's veins.

In the dense black air, a huge figure gradually condensed. He stood among the mountains, like a black and cold giant, looking down at the rolling mountains under his feet.

He was dressed in black, holding a black scepter, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The curse of national destiny has been activated.

Under his illusory body, endless black energy surged out, following the torrent of luck hidden under the dragon veins, it was quickly transported to every inch of Daxia's land.

These black qi are the body of the curse he prepared. After these curses permeate the national destiny, they will completely corrode it. If the original national destiny of Daxia is a thriving and towering tree, then these curses are rapidly gnawing Poisonous insects on tree trunks.

As long as the big tree of national luck is gnawed down and luck withers, the future of Great Xia will be cut in half.

"What a majestic luck..."

Standing among the mountains, the giant Amon closed his eyes and felt the intricate dragon veins under his feet. In each dragon vein, the surging luck was like a mighty Yellow River, endlessly alive and incomparably majestic.

These are the thousands of years of Great Xia's luck accumulation.

Amon's face became slightly serious.

Even if he is a god who focuses on the way of curse, it is still a huge project to corrupt such a huge amount of national fortune by curse, and it is impossible to do it in a short time.

But this is nothing, if the corrosion is not enough in one day, it will be two days, if it is not enough in two days, it will be a month, if it is not enough in one month, it will be a year...

Anyway, now that he has transformed into luck, even if those ceilings come, they can't hurt him at all. He is like a moth with no natural enemies, quietly dormant on the dragon's veins of Daxia.

These human beings have nothing to do with him.

The big deal is that when the gods of Daxia recover, he will leave here again, and he will surely destroy even if it does not corrode the entire Daxia national fortune by then.

Once something like national luck is worn out, it can't be made up for at all. If it's gone, it's gone. Even the gods can't inject luck into Da Xia out of thin air.

Amon closed his eyes, and carefully groped for the Great Xia National Luck, which stood like a giant tree reaching the sky. At this moment, he seemed to have noticed something, and his brows suddenly frowned.

I saw that between the thickest long river of luck, the six sun-like figures gradually appeared.

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Off topic.

Due to some personal reasons, Sanjiu may need to ask for three days off, but considering everyone's reading experience, I decided to divide the last three chapters into three days, one chapter a day, and wait until Monday to resume normal updates.

Now Sanjiu's mind is in a mess, and I really can't write anything. I need this short vacation to catch my breath, and by the way, I also want to prepare the plot of the next volume.

For the chapters that are owed, Sanjiu will try to return them during the Spring Festival. I am very sorry.

Chapter 572 Heroic Spirit

"people?"

Amon felt the breath of the six paths suddenly emerging from his luck, and his brows suddenly frowned.