I'm a very ordinary person.

Except to join the not-so-mundane Killing Capital.

Since then, it has been ordinary.

Became an ordinary messenger of hell.

Under the control of the King of Slaughter, he conscientiously completes his own work, and is one of the ordinary people among the many messengers of hell.

However.

On a certain day.

A seemingly ordinary, but actually extraordinary thing, should be a task to be exact, fell on me, who has always been ordinary, and brought me on the road to the extraordinary.

- Comprehensive record of the immortal sequence

—Page 137, The Human World

- Writer, 372023

372023, just a messenger of hell.

However, her promotion chapter is a bit interesting.

She served as a messenger of hell, and after Lin Chaoci took away the Shura Divine Sword, she managed the killing capital for Lin Chaoci, and after another two or three years, because Lin Chaoci laid down the Douer Universe, she was transferred to the Killing Capital that had just been built in the Douer Universe, and took charge of the Shura Divine Sword that Lin Chaoci threw to her, and became the King of Killing in the immortal sequence, staying in the human world, and unable to leave the killing capital.

There is no possibility of ascension in a lifetime.

However, it is also possible to live forever.

As for the "hundred-level god" theory, it is even more nonsense, some facts are destined not to be written in history, just like the dark department is included in the net, unified into the Ministry of Supervision and the Ministry of Law Enforcement, others do not know, but the old minister like her knows very well that the name of the god has disappeared with the disappearance of the god world.

There is no god between heaven and earth.

She, the king of killing, is not the high priest anymore.

It's a promotion, which is legendary.

However, this kind of change in status promotion from humble to noble is not too exaggerated among Lin Chaoci's followers.

Let's just say that the former high priest of the sea god Poseisi.

He still changed from a prisoner to a king of killing.

She manages the Killing Capital of the Douer Universe.

Bo Saisi is in charge of the Killing Capital of the Douyi Universe.

It is the only giant prison in the entire Federation that holds prisoners who do not die for their crimes, but who also commit mistakes, stand trial, and obey the verdict.

Old friends left one by one.

Before you know it, more than 7,000 years have passed.

Sitting on the top of the tower of the tallest building in the Killing Capital, the soul power level has reached level ninety-nine, and the girl who is in charge of the Shura Divine Sword and was once a messenger of hell uncorked a bottle of red wine, and poured herself a glass to the blood moon.

The moon of the Killing Capital is always a blood moon.

Or, there is no moon, and the clouds make up.

As long as there is, it must be the Crimson Moon.

A long, long time ago, this was the influence of the divine power of the god Shura, and it was also a long, long time ago, but a little later than the first one a long, long time ago, this is the impact of the Shura Divine Sword on the environment, and now, after the five parallel universes are unified, this is the power of rules.

Just like apples, when ripe, only fall to the ground and do not fly into the sky.

It's like a person who wants to eat and drink.

It's like the seasons change.

It seems unreasonable, but it is reasonable.

This is the power that comes from Lin Chaoci.

Even heaven and earth obey his will.

"Many years ago, your ancestor and I drank here, but it was not only him but also many friends at that time."

"Well, for you, those are your ancestors, even if this sentence is not good, but this is still the reason."

The girl took a sip of red wine.

Glancing at the slightly detained girl behind her.

Old-fashioned: "In the blink of an eye, your ancestor Bai Yang is also gone, and he was dug up by Lord Zhu Zhuyun to be a Yin soldier, let me think about it, the last time we met, he became a squadron leader, and he was in charge of more than a thousand Yin soldiers, I remember that I laughed at him fiercely at the time, and said, you, a senior, don't say that compared with Nan Nan, Yu'er and Xiao Xiao, even compared with Huo Yuhao's hanging wall, it is far inferior, you are really blind to the Lord used to live in the same dormitory......"

The girl smirked and touched her head.

White Sun?

Counting generations, it was her thirty-six generations of ancestors.

Calculated according to her father's father is a grandfather.

Grandpa's father is his great-grandfather.

The father of the great-grandfather should be called Gaozu.

Go back nine generations.

No matter how high it is, it will be uniformly called the ancestor.

Bai Yang is the ancestor of her old ancestor.

Her family started from the ancestor of Baiyang.

If the son does not speak of the father's name, how can he talk about the ancestors?

In addition to shutting up, all that's left is to shut up.

When the girl glanced at it, she understood why this little girl didn't speak, pinched her fingers, and calculated, half joking and half serious: "Okay, okay, come to me, shouldn't you be chatting with me, right?" ”

I finally got down to business.

The girl hurriedly took out the college papers.

Respectfully handed it to the girl: "Senior, the academy has approved my application, polish my ......foundation before entering the deep sea of the seventh secret realm of the Wanshan League."

"Got it."

"Someone to beat, huh?"

The girl waved her hand, not even looking at the documents.

She has seen this kind of thing a lot for thousands of years.

Every ten or eight years, there will be a few young people who have been approved by Shrek Academy to come here and fight with prisoners who have seen blood here, on the one hand, in order to hone the foundation and stabilize the vanity momentum after the breakthrough, on the other hand, in order to increase the actual combat experience, the fight is not dead, hand-to-hand combat, what is picking out the eyes and scratching the nose, and there are a lot of people who play the three indiscriminate tricks, the thirteen secret realms of the Wanshan League, after entering, they are all playing with their lives, and there are countless seedlings who die in the secret realm, crying without blood, and being beaten and cried by prisoners, It's better than dying at the hands of the guardian puppets of the Thirteen Secret Realms.

"Go, go, you all know the rules, right?"

Seeing that the girl was choked and speechless, the girl didn't bother to take care of this tenacious little girl anymore, poured herself a glass of wine, and asked perfunctorily.

"Understood."

"They're not going to die."

"Won't abolish me."

"For every battle lost, 1,000 credits."

"It's inevitable that your bones will break."

The girl bowed hard, and her ponytail flew.

The girl of Akira seems to be familiar.

I suddenly saw Tang Ya, vice minister of the Ministry of Supervision.

After thinking about it, he shook his head with a smile.

Tang Ya soared after the ninety-ninth level, and the merit of leading tens of thousands of evil soul masters to reform their evil spirits was not less than a million.

Tang Ya's dead girl is also a person who doesn't know how to cherish it.

Millions of merits resurrected parents and uncles.

In the end, he flew away with his parents.

He also received thousands of merits on credit from her.

The main thing is that there is no brain.

However, if you calculate it carefully at the time of resurrection, you will not lack thousands of merits, and it will almost prevent one of the parents from ascending with it.

In the last three hundred and sixty-five years, everyone has gathered, and the dead girl is a good group with Nan Nan, and this girlfriend can't tell whether it's true or not.

"It's good to know."

"Wound medicine ready."

"I don't want to see that guy Bai Yang for his great-great-granddaughter, who didn't know how many great-great-granddaughters he had, like a fool, threw down his job to trouble me, just like your great-great-great-great-grandfather, and it wasn't me who beat him, hugging my ankle and crying is called a grievance, and Bai Yang, who came to me to drink wine, thought I was bullying the small."

When the girl heard this, she smiled.

Don't dare to listen to the black history of your ancestors.

Arch your hand, and run away with a smoke.

Leave the girl alone and sit alone on the top of the tower.

Long.

The faint flute sounded.

Seven thousand years of ups and downs......

Transform into a piece of music......

Under the blood moon, slowly swing away......

Reminiscing about the past eventful years......

I wish the newcomers in the future......

Saying......

Has anyone forgotten this number?

There should be, right?

(End of chapter)