Call~

Between the words, Qi Molong had already made a move.

His movements were not hurried, let alone the slightest ferocity, he raised his hand and fell, but he had already grasped the old way of mercy in his palm.

"Is this, resigned to your fate?"

Seeing that the old man did not resist at all, Qi Molong smiled dumbly and didn't care.

One mention and one longitudinal, it has already vacated and submerged into the Ten Thousand Demon City.

.......

The Ten Thousand Demon City is majestic and grand, and all the buildings in it are far taller than the human city.

Whether it's the streets, the houses, or everything in the streets.

And this city is divided into two sides, half of the ground, is inhabited by the demon clan, jackals, tigers and leopards are rampant, foxes and wolves are in company, and there are more demons with a dog's head and a half-transformed shape.

The underground half is home to 'captive' humans.

It is also the place where the excrement of demons, beasts, spirits, and monsters is piled up......

It was so dark that it was almost dark, only the cracks leaked a subtle light, and ordinary people couldn't even see when they were here.

Between the mouth and nose was filled with an indescribable stench, and thousands of kinds of excrement were mixed together, spreading hundreds of miles like a swamp.

This is where endless filth gathers.

It is also a place where the Molong Cave is 'captive' for human beings.

Looking at the scene in front of me, feeling the extremely smelly smell of the world, and seeing the countless people carrying manure and watering unknown crops, all with dull eyes and no spirituality.

The old man trembled, feeling a chill to his bones, and a rage that seemed to burn him all.

'Desert Dragon Cave, Qi Desert Dragon, Ten Thousand Demon City .......'

The old man's body swayed, and his temples throbbed, almost exploding.

He never imagined that this person from the Eastern Continent could be so miserable that he couldn't believe everything he perceived for a while.

"Can't stand it?"

Above the bottom floor, outside a crack that was wide open, a supernatural demon looked down and looked at the old man with mocking and contemptuous eyes:

"Don't worry, you can't bear it for a few days, when the kings' banquet begins, you just kneel and plead, and you don't want to come back here for half a moment!"

"How many days are left?"

The old man muttered to himself, and couldn't help pinching an incense plant in his robe.

He was sealed with mana supernatural powers, but that Qi Molong didn't know that he didn't need mana at all!

But his palms trembled a few times, and in the end, he held back.

The Feast of Kings......

"Rubbish!"

The big demon sneered:

"A lowly race, even if it cultivates supernatural powers, is such a waste."

Bang!

After speaking, the big demon closed the crack and walked away, and his laughter could be heard in the distance.

"Waste? Heh......"

The old man stopped for a long time.

Fang turned around and walked into the distance.

The place of this underground time is all under the cracks at the bottom, relying on this little bit of time, an ancient and primitive gathering place has been created.

These gathering places range from more than 1,000 people to tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, surrounded by a little light and a piece of 'swamp'.

The 'swamp' irrigates unknown crops, people eat these crops, and monsters eat people, and so on, creating an extremely strange and evil cycle.

And this cycle has been going on for thousands of years, if not longer.

The people here, like pigs and dogs in captivity in the world, live in extremely filthy places, struggle to survive, and eventually become the rations of the monsters.

The old mana of the old man was guarded and sealed the town, but his flesh tempered by mana was not weakened, and in this dark and dirty underground, there was no difficulty in walking.

He walked through a gathering place, and saw those who were naked, shameless, and walking dead, and the depression in his heart was accumulating little by little.

This underground man has lost the written word, the inheritance, even the language, everything that is a human being.

Alive, just the walking dead who are so empty that they don't have any popularity.

They didn't feel the slightest sense of the arrival of the Compassion Daoist, and even lost their curiosity, and lived sluggishly one by one, eating, drinking, and then mating.

It's not so much a human, it's a humanoid unknown species.

"In ancient times, in ancient times, people were captive by demons and ghosts, all beings sank, and all spirits lived in endless despair......"

At a certain moment, the Sympathetic Taoist stopped, and the legend he had seen came to his mind.

Like everyone in Zhonglu Daqing, he either studied or speculated about these legends, but he didn't empathize.

What is Darkness?

What is Endless Despair?

What is captivity?

When he didn't come here, his understanding of these legends was only literal, and he couldn't empathize with the dark years of the past.

Until this time......

"Fujun, the true saint is also ......"

Thousands of thoughts, thousands of distracting thoughts, finally turned into such a long sigh with incomprehensible meaning.

Since ancient times, the Tao of the World has admired the Eight Monarchs of the Netherworld, including the Monarch of the Netherworld, but there has never been such a strong gratitude, reverence, and worship as now......

Daqing, Zhonglu, and even the people of the world, what great favor did he bear?

Wipe out the demonic atmosphere, level the universe, seal the town, open up the netherworld, establish the Yin Division, and support the Dragon Court...... This pile, piece by piece, has a tenfold stronger impression in the hearts of the people of the Compassion Dao at this moment.

"Ahh

A shrill cry of endless anger resounded through the darkness, breaking the thoughts of the Compassion Daoist.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had unconsciously returned to the place where he had entered.

Not far away, in the dark, filthy and foul-smelling swamp, a figure whose face could not be seen clearly was running wildly, splashing countless feces and urine filth.

He let out a roar that was higher than the other.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you, not one of you, none of you, none of you!!"

The owner of the shrill voice seemed to be going crazy.

More than ten miles away, the old Dao felt her anger and killing intent.

Suddenly, his face changed, and he hurriedly turned around and hid in the darkness behind a pillar of the ground.

This person is Huang Qing'er.

The old woman who has to maintain her appearance for hundreds of years, the old woman who has to take care of her neat appearance even if she is in the Jedi.

At this time, she ran wildly in the filthy land of the dung pit.

Rao is a merciful old man, and he didn't dare to show his face at this time, listening to the scream that was higher than one voice, his face trembled.

'This old woman saw the old way, and she was afraid that she would fight hard with me........

The old man shuddered and didn't dare to show up.

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Ah!!h

Outside the swamp, Huang Qing'er seemed to be crazy, and the screams seemed to puncture people's eardrums.

In order to garrison her face, there has not been a day in the past two hundred years that she has not used her mana to boil her body, and her physique is second only to the White Lotus Dao people, and it is even stronger than the old Dao.

Rao is mana is blocked, and the sound is also loud as if it is about to collapse the cave.

After a long time, the old man poked his head out and took a look, and Huang Qing'er had already shaken off a dirt and stood outside the swamp, waiting with a cloudy face.

Sure enough, after a while, in the swamp, three more figures rushed in, splashing feces and urine all over the sky.

The previous scenario was weakened tenfold and repeated.

Confucianism, White Lotus Daoists, and Tongueless Daoists were all arrested.

And at this time, even if it is a tongueless Taoist who has always been expressionless, his face is really blue.

How noble is a monk in the world?

No prince or general can be compared, and with his mana aura, no matter how embarrassed he is, he has never been thrown in a dung pit.

Which one can be in a good mood at this time?

A cultivator is also a human being.

When the four of them gathered, they were all full of anger, boiling in the sky, and the killing intent was about to materialize.

After a long time, when the anger of the four people had calmed down a little, they were ready to leave.

Mercy Dao slowly walked out.

The figure shook, as if he was seriously injured, and his face turned pale and stopped the four people.

"You?"

"Old Miscellaneous Hair!"

"Old thing!"

This time, Huang Qing'er almost exploded again, and the White Lotus Dao people all scolded foul language.

Even the Confucian Taoist and the tongueless Taoist looked at the old Taoist with a little unkind eyes, as if they were about to rush up and hammer him.

"You're also being caught?"

The Poor Daoist coughed lightly twice, pretending to be a little weak:

"That demon king is too strong, not comparable to ordinary primordial gods, I am not bad for a while, please God did not succeed, and was defeated by him......."

"You said you weren't here to die? If you send you to death, you have to take your aunt and grandmother with me, you can really do it, it's really good......."

Huang Qing'er's teeth crunched, and her eyes seemed to be about to breathe fire, she had never suffered such a great humiliation in her life.

The other three also had ugly faces.

They were building a god-sealing platform, and a group of big demons fell from the sky, and they fought hard to resist, and they were almost killed on the spot.

There is also a fire in my heart.

"The Eastern Continent has become a place where demons and ghosts gather, they have set their sights on us, and conflict is inevitable."

The old man sighed lightly.

These four people are not of the same mind as him, and their thoughts and thoughts are not the same at all.

He wanted to sweep away the troubles and make sure that the Fengshen Platform would not be destroyed after they left.

At this moment, there are more thoughts of sweeping away this group of demons.

Confucianism, Taoism, Huang Qing'er and the other four people just wanted to follow themselves to build a god platform and complete An Zhenren's order, as for the rest of the matter, they didn't want to care at all.

I didn't even think about provoking these demons.

In fact, in the past ten years, he is the only one who has taken the initiative to clean up the demons and ghosts, just like Huang Qing'er, who entered the mountain is entering the mountain, and he didn't think about making a move at all.

Therefore, if you want them to make a move, you have to use some means.

At this time, the hatred is obviously full, and once they get out of trouble, they don't need to say it themselves, and they won't let go of this group of demons at all.

Especially Huang Qing'er.

"Really? Why do I think you're trying to pull us into the water? ”

The White Lotus Daoist's face was as black as the bottom of a pot at the moment, and he couldn't maintain his majestic side, and his tone was not good.

"Don't think that this old miscellaneous hair is trying to pull us into the water!"

Huang Qing'er was approaching, and a pair of fists were clenched tightly:

"Left and right are dead, my aunt and grandmother will drown you in this dung pit first......."

The Confucian Taoist and the tongueless Taoist were silent, and they also forced over with the two.

"How can you die?"

The heart of the Poor Daoist jumped, but his face was calm, and he said:

"If you listen to me, not only will we not die, but we will also be able to kill these demons!"

"You think I'm going to believe you?"

Huang Qing'er sneered and punched.

But he was grabbed by the wrist of the White Lotus Daoist, he looked at the Mercy Daoist, and his tone was very dangerous:

"If you dare to lie to me and fight for real punishment, I will kill you first!"

"What do you want to do?"

The Confucian Taoist said expressionlessly:

"Dao Chief, I hope you don't lie to me, otherwise ......"

The tongueless Taoist didn't say a word, and stared coldly.

"Naturally not."

The Compassion Daoist took a deep breath and stopped halfway through, but he forgot about the stench in the air and almost choked himself to death.

Hurriedly changed back to internal breathing, and said slowly:

"First of all, I preach to you the 'Word of God to the earth'......"