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Chapter 83 The Second Blood River Goddess!?

In the underground palace.

Everyone is a master killer.

Even before arriving, they were prepared to kill.

But this
How do I defeat a deity that appears to be alive?

No one can give this answer.

When fear ferments among the crowd.

The stone gate behind us was already tightly closed.

No matter how much people pushed it, there was no reaction.

"It's over. It's over."

Tong Ran, as the first person in the class of believers, was the first to lose his fighting spirit at this moment.

As a believer in God.

He was well aware of the power of the gods.

Even Fang Qingyu, one of the people in the special training class, are in the presence of the gods.

It's nothing more than a mayfly seeing the blue sky.

However, before he could further incite the panic among the crowd...

Snapped--

A crisp slap rang out among the crowd.

Everyone turned around at the same time.

"waste."

Fang Qingyu stared at Tong Ran expressionlessly.

He still looked confused.

Before he could speak, he was slapped again.

Snapped--

This time, there was no need to wait for Tong Ran to turn around and look.

Fang Qingyu slapped him several times in one go.

Until Tong Ran slowly lowered her head.

Fang Qingyu then turned to look at everyone and said in a deep voice.

"Have you forgotten the full name of the Bureau of Sanctions?"

Everyone was silent.

"right!!"

Wu Yan suddenly jumped up from the side.

"We're from the Bureau of Justice, even if the gods come!!"

"Afraid of a bird!"

Actually, he was also very scared.

But besides being afraid, he also knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to listen to Fang Qingyu.

A glimmer of light began to appear in everyone's eyes.

“You are a follower of Gonggong. If Gonggong saw you like this, do you think you are worthy of being his follower?”

Fang Qingyu then turned to look at Tong Ran.

At this moment, Tong Ran and the other believers were slightly tempted.

Yes
An unknown deity.

What do they have to fear as believers in a more well-known god?

As a result, the atmosphere only improved slightly.

A hoarse voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

"What use are other people's followers? This is the real god!!!"

"Do you even know how terrifying the gods are?!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yan immediately rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, intending to take him down.

However, Fang Qingyu was too busy to pay attention to him.

He turned his head and looked at the darkness surrounding the main hall.

A true god?
That's not necessarily true.

In the darkness, the black title of "Blood Floating Pagoda" appeared and disappeared.

Beneath the throne in front, beneath the title of the woman.

The information displayed by the Eye of True Sight is also quite interesting.

There is a certain possibility that the true form of a deceased deity may be resurrected.

This is indeed a true god.

But she seems to...

They were already in a state of being alive, able to revive, but seemingly unable to move.

This means.

They still have a chance to survive.

The words I just said were simply meant to bring everyone to a slightly more sober state.

because.

The surrounding Blood Pagodas have arrived.

"Enemy attack!!!"

Fang Qingyu's angry shouts rang out in the main hall.

The people around were still panicked.

But he also subconsciously picked up his weapon and looked around in the direction of Fang Qingyu's gaze.

Wu Yan immediately put down the lazybones in front of him.

She jogged back to Fang Qingyu's side.

It only took a few seconds.

The sound of orderly footsteps could be heard all around.

Almost everyone stared nervously at their surroundings.

Will I survive?

It all depends on what kind of weird thing appears.

The first figure emerged from the darkness.

The phosphorescent light licked at his pale bone mask. Clad in a blood-red robe, two eerie green flames flickered deep within the eye sockets of his mask, scrutinizing the crowd.

It's like the look a predator gives when surveying domesticated livestock.

soon.

A hundred or so men in blood-red robes blocked the trainees in front of them.

The ghostly flames beneath the bone mask of the leader, clad in blood-red robes, suddenly surged.

He raised his withered, branch-like hand and pressed it to his chest, the bronze bell at his waist emitting a chilling, hoarse sound.

"The time has come."

"With your blood and flesh as a guide, we respectfully welcome the Mysterious Maiden back to her position!"

The moment the blood-robed men chanted in unison.

Some people became even more panicked.

Some people, on the other hand, are determined to die and are prepared to fight to the death.

Fang Qingyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

real person.

Live.

I do feel threatened, but not very much.

That way, you can live!
However, I still need to set an example myself.

Otherwise, these people wouldn't even know what resistance is.

boom--

The floor tiles were worn into a large hole.

When everyone turned their attention away from the man in black robes and looked at Fang Qingyu's location...

Fang Qingyu has disappeared.

The inky blade had already sliced ​​through the viscous air.

There was no lightning strike, no sword energy crisscrossing.

Only speed matters.

It was so fast, it felt like a frame of time had been cut off.

As everyone's retinas refocused on the afterimage, Mo Ting's blade was being pulled away from the blood-robed man's neck.

It brought forth a spray of blood.

The decapitated body remained in a hand seal posture, and the will-o'-the-wisp beneath the bone mask flickered violently twice before suddenly going out.

"Crack!"

The cracking sound of the neck bones breaking only reached the eardrums at that moment.

Blood mist rose around Fang Qingyu, and gold and silver patterns climbed up his neck from his wrist holding the knife, flowing with a glow under his skin.

Fang Qingyu's boots rolled over the falling mask.

The broken bones scraped against the blue bricks with a harsh, screeching sound.

The blade pointed diagonally at the ground, and drops of blood dripped down the dark red groove.

He uttered softly, his back to the group of people in the special training class.

"See that? These scum are human!"

"It's nothing but a charade!"

In the stillness.

The trainees finally realized what was happening.

Wu Yan raised his long sword high, veins bulging on his neck, and shouted a command.

"Kill his mother!!!"

At this point, everyone rushed forward.

This is a game of hunting and counter-hunting.

Only now did the true call to resistance begin!

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

Ignoring the battle situation of others, Fang Qingyu lightly touched the ground and headed straight for the blood-robed man at the front who had announced that the time had come.

After today's training.

Its attributes already increased dramatically once.

With the addition of the Lesser Completion Qi and Blood Method and the Greater Completion Dragon and Tiger Strength.

The leader of the blood-robed men clearly hadn't anticipated that Fang Qingyu's combat strength would be so terrifying.

Blood appeared on my hands.

It could only transform into various forms to continuously block Mo Ting's blade.

But they were no match for Fang Qingyu when he unleashed his full power.

The blade quickly broke through the opponent's seemingly childlike defensive tactics.

However.
When Mo Ting's blade was only half an inch away from the Blood Robe leader's throat.

The air suddenly rippled like water waves.

Two slender fingers appeared out of thin air on the blade's trajectory.

Ding--

The trembling sound of metal clashing against stone made my eardrums ache.

Fang Qingyu's pupils suddenly contracted.

The pale fingertips gleamed with a cold, jade-like light.

The gust of wind carried by the blade lifted the hood of the blood-robed leader, revealing a face below that showed surprise and delight.

But that finger didn't even tremble.

Instead, he gently sliced ​​along the blade.

It's sizzling!

Blinding sparks exploded on the spine of the blade, and Fang Qingyu's tiger's mouth instantly split open.

Just as he was about to draw his sword and change his move, he saw the middle finger of that hand suddenly bend up and flick the side of the blade with a light touch.

when! ! !
The Ink Thunder Blade let out a mournful cry unlike anything it had ever heard before.

Fang Qingyu was thrown over by the immense force.

During the flight, I looked at the palace woman with her hair styled in a "fallen horse bun" hairstyle...
【Title: Goddess of the Nine Nether Blood River - Incarnation】

A second Blood River Goddess!?

(End of this chapter)