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Chapter 140 Advanced [II] (Please recommend)
However, the middle-aged man's face darkened when he heard this.

"Shut up. How can you discuss things in private with the Lord God? That is disrespectful to the Lord God and will bring disaster upon you."

His tone was surprisingly stern this time.

When the little boy heard this, his eyes turned red and he looked like he was about to cry.

"Why are you so angry? The child is just asking out of curiosity! Be good, Goudan, don't cry, don't cry."

The woman on the side rolled her eyes at the middle-aged man, gently rubbed the little boy's head, and let him lean on her legs to rest.

The little boy stopped talking, listened to the sound of rain, closed his eyes comfortably, and soon fell asleep on the woman's lap.

At this time, the middle-aged man who had been silent for a while spoke.

“According to convention, this year’s village ascension quota is our family’s turn, so I will go this time, and you will wait until I leave.

If you can raise Gou Wa, then raise him. If you can’t, then find someone to marry and leave some of your sheep to him. Gou Wa is not a child anymore, so let him be self-reliant.”

Hear the words.

The woman did not answer, but just lowered her head and looked at the little boy's peaceful sleeping face with tenderness. Her eyes were full of love and care. After touching the boy's face, a pale smile appeared on her face.

"Boss, what nonsense are you talking about? If you go, what will happen to Gou Wa? He can't be without a father. Give me the chance to ascend to heaven this time, and don't compete with me for it.

Anyway, I am a woman, old, and not as useful as you. It's a pity that I can't continue to accompany Gou Wa to grow up."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth.

But he couldn't utter a word.

A hint of bitterness flashed across his face, and then he sighed heavily.

The quota for ascension sounds good.

But everyone knows that this is just a nice way of saying it.

The real situation is that they were eaten by the gods and turned into food.

But even if they knew, people living here couldn't do anything about it.

Faced with those gods who are as powerful as gods, all they can do is obey.

This is how our ancestors have lived.

No one can disobey the gods. After all, the gods are spirits and cannot be killed by mortals.

……

At this moment, on top of this mountain, there is a suspended throne.

A figure in a black robe sat on the throne. Rain poured down from the sky.

The strange thing is that it couldn't wet the black-robed man's clothes at all.

"He was killed! What a waste!"

Suddenly, the man in black robe raised his head, revealing a silver-haired young man with a weird face and two horns on his head.

At this moment, his face looked very bad and a little pale.

According to his plan, there shouldn't be any accidents this time.

After all, the few remaining venerables on the surface were blocked by other eaters and could not spare any effort.

But now, the important chess piece he chose was actually killed.

Not only that, even the soul power he left in the other person's body lost contact with him.

This also caused some injuries to his soul.

The soul is different from the body, and it recovers very slowly, which may even have a significant impact on his strength.

This kind of thing should never happen.

To achieve this, it is simply impossible unless those soul-refining masters take action.

But according to the information he obtained, that person was clearly just a secret warrior at the level of a martial artist, not even a master of Qi Dao.

Then there is only one possibility.

This person definitely has a big secret.

Think about this.

He glanced at the passage above.

This passage was not caused by the movement of the earth's crust, but was caused by his own actions.

Therefore, this passage cannot be maintained forever. "No matter what, this person cannot be left here, otherwise he will definitely be a disaster in the future!"

Thinking of this, the strange young man in black robe raised his hand, condensed a ball of black gas and shot it directly into the gloomy sky.

A large amount of gray fog entangled with each other, extending into the passage like tentacles.

It was seen that the channel, which had been gradually shrinking, stabilized again.

"Blood Yin, Blood Yang!"

The strange white-haired young man in a black robe spoke.

The next moment, two figures, a man and a woman, wearing blood-patterned armor suddenly appeared in front of them and knelt on one knee.

"Greetings, Master Ao Lin!"

The two spoke in unison and respectfully.

"Go to the surface world above and bring this man back. If that doesn't work, just kill him! Do you understand?"

The strange young man in black robe and white hair, Ao Lin, spoke lightly.

As he spoke, a wisp of black mist appeared out of thin air in front of him, and then condensed into a huge mirror.

When the black fog dissipated, a scene of a city in ruins was revealed. In the ruins, a young man with a scar on his face emerged.

"Yes! I'll understand later!"

After the two of them took a look at each other, they noted down the appearance and responded.

After getting Ao Lin’s confirmation.

The figures turned into two black shadows and rushed into the sky, directly sinking into the vortex channel in the clouds above, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"What a pity. If it weren't for that guy, I wouldn't have to be so restrained."

Ao Lin muttered to himself, and a figure appeared in his mind.

A look of fear flashed across his face.

"What a pity. Even if he is stronger, how much longer can he last when his life is about to end?
The surface world has always been a place where we breed blood food. Now it is time to harvest. You alone cannot stop it!"

……

In Anshan City.

boom! boom! …

Continuous loud noises came from the gray fog, the ground shook, and gravel exploded.

Whenever there was movement, there were faint screams.

In the city streets that ordinary people cannot see because of the gray fog, there is a figure like the god of death.

Wherever it passes, within a radius of one kilometer, any black-blooded people hiding anywhere will be found and killed.

As time went on, the many black-blooded species who originally used this place as a hunting ground became terrified.

The figure was so powerful that only a trace of it could be seen on the retina at such a fast speed.

He died on the spot.

Even the powerful lower-level black blood species are still like this.

In this situation, the other black-bloods were frightened and fled in all directions, although the gray fog could not block the black-bloods' vision.

But they were also locked in Anshan City and unable to leave.

This was originally used to restrict the blood food from escaping.

Now they are trapped in a jar.

Fortunately.

Anshan City is large enough that there is still room to hide.

……

In an underground garage, gray fog was like a thick, slowly creeping veil, silently surging in the garage.

At this moment, more than a dozen figures were standing in one corner, and the ground was covered with bloody body tissues and pieces of flesh.

"Master, what are we hiding here for? It's just a blood food. If we attack together, can't we do anything to it?"

At this time, one of the figures spoke. The man's eyes were a faint scarlet, like a weak candle flame, eerie and creepy.

(End of this chapter)