People in the sandbox, starting from the moment they land on the ground and become gods

Hearing this, Alger laughed, not because he was angry, but because he was actually amused by Rahula's naivety.

“Hahahaha, for you, hahahaha!!”

"Little brat, you really made Al-chan laugh!"

"Little brat, when did you appear? How could they treat you like an ancestor? Don't think that just because you are the son of a great monk, others should give in to you in every way!"

"In the battle of the Dao, it's either you or me. Why do you think they would willingly give you this double-digit opportunity?"

Luohu was silent for a moment, then unfolded his spiritual energy, revealing his extraordinary demonic spiritual energy that was close to three digits.

"In Buddhism, because my father occupies the highest position, the other Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are ranked below him. Even the Four Great Bodhisattvas, the Buddhas of the Past and Future, and even Amitabha Buddha can only be ranked in the three digits. Unless they achieve enlightenment, they cannot be promoted."

"After Buddhism, there is another way to achieve double digits. That is to stand opposite my father, as a Mara, and ascend to the double digits, becoming the Great Freedom Demon."

"In the entire Buddhist community, I'm the only one closest to the double-digit number. Why do you say they didn't give me any concessions?"

Alger nodded, but the smile on his face remained unchanged. To be honest, if the little guy in front of him was not the son of the big monk.

She wanted to give him a three-digit funny devil's spirit level. It was really too funny and interesting.

"Well, Al-chan, I've laughed enough, so I'll tell you the real reason."

"Because in the entire Buddhist community, only you, as a Mara, will not be beaten to death on the spot by the great monk."

"Now you can see how many Maras there are in Buddhism?"

"You're just a human shield pushed out by them to take the brunt of the thunder. If it weren't for your identity, do you think they would even give you a second glance?"

Alger said with a tone full of disdain.

"If it weren't you standing in the way, the monk would have cleared the way long ago."

"To be honest, I have to thank you guys. If it weren't for your help, I really wouldn't be able to approach it so smoothly."

Upon hearing this, Rahula's face turned pale. He didn't believe that his mentor, who had planned a double-digit path for him, would deceive him.

"Devil, stop talking nonsense here."

Hearing this, Alger rolled his eyes in boredom, as if you were not a devil.

She was a little bored, and she saw through this silly kid who had been completely fooled.

"You're not still harboring the illusion that if you free Aziz Dakaha, you'll reach double digits as a Mora, right?"

"If the path of the devil is so easy, why would Al-chan go to such great lengths to plot and bring about the downfall of the entire Buddhist sect?"

"Gods, dragons, and star spirits all have paths to the double digits, but demons alone don't have a path to the double digits."

"Little brat, you want to become a double-digit demon? You better wait until I open the path to becoming a demon first!"

Alger shook his head, raised his hand and gently pointed at Rahula to seal him, preparing to return him to the monk.

Chapter 444: Exhibition Match? The Devil's Gift Game

But the next moment, Alger stopped moving.

She looked at Rahula with strange eyes, gently put down her hand, and chuckled.

"You are such a filial son that you actually stole the Three Thousand Worlds."

The Simulated Star Creation Map of Three Thousand Worlds, the strongest suppressive simulated star creation map in the box, once suppressed the Heavenly Movement Theory Spirit of the White Night King.

And now it has been stolen by Rahula and is suppressing Alger.

"I'm just a little brat. If this simulated star creation map was in the hands of a great monk, I'd be a little scared."

"In your hands? Even if you use your own identity to control this simulated star creation map, you can only exert a third of its power at most. I will be out in three days at most."

"What's the point?"

Hearing this, Rahula snorted coldly and straightened his body.

"At least it will be enough to trap you for three days."

"Haha, little brat, then Al-chan will play with you for three days."

Alger chuckled, raised his hand and pointed at Rahula. Countless demonic shadows emerged from the dark side of Rahula's heart, biting at his mind, will, body, soul, and spirit.

Rahula groaned, without saying a word of submission, nor did he say another word. He just sat cross-legged in the center of the hall and chanted Sanskrit.

But when I listened carefully, I found that the other party was chanting Sanskrit in reverse. There was no trace of sacred Sanskrit meaning, only endless blasphemy.

Then, Alger turned around and left without looking back, but as she left, she couldn't help muttering to herself.

"I really don't know what those bald asses are up to. In order to restrain me, they are not hesitant to push the son of the big monk out?"

"It can't be that this is really to get him into double digits, right?"

"Forget it. Thinking too much will give you wrinkles."

Alger has given up thinking. After all, Su Nian is still there, right?

She just needs to know that what she can't handle may be handled by Su Nian, and if Su Nian can't handle it, there is no point asking her to do it.

She just needed to lie down and wait to be taken away by Su Nian.

There is no need to say much about the life of a dog that wins by doing nothing.

I heard that the smoother the brain cortex, the smoother and firmer the skin. I don’t know if it’s true...

-

boom! boom! boom!

Fireworks exploded in the sky, and fireworks bloomed under the clear sky.

The honor guard played the song of Salamandela that has been passed down for many years. The solemn and magnificent music echoed throughout the city.

Bai Yasha, who was sitting in the highest seat, looked at the huge Roman-style venue below, glanced at the emcee who was giving a presentation in the center of the venue, and said with an unhappy sound.

"Why didn't Black Rabbit go down to host the event? Without Black Rabbit's explanation, this Gift Game would be completely meaningless!"

"Why should I go down to host the event? And wear such shameful clothes?"

Black Rabbit glared at Baiyasha unkindly. Did she really think she couldn't see what Baiyasha was thinking?

What the hell was that referee uniform she prepared for me? If it weren't for Su Nian, I would have been fooled.

Thirty times the extra money is really too tempting for Rabbit.

Although the price he paid was very high, Black Rabbit thought with tears in his eyes.

However, Bai Yasha had no intention of paying any attention to Hei Tu. He just raised the telescope, pointed it at the emcee in the center, and chuckled.

"Hass~~, this emcee is so hot!"

"Of course, this is the emcee I hired at a high price."

Su Nian put down the telescope in his hand and smiled.

The corner of Black Rabbit's mouth twitched, and he gave up the idea of ​​making these two guys nervous.

“This fried cod is delicious.”

"I think the crepes taste good too?"

"Would you like some pancakes?"

Listening to the conversation, Black Rabbit turned his head to look at Kasukabe Yō, Kuon Asuka, and Sakamaki Izayoi who were sitting on the bench exchanging snacks. He then looked at the plastic bags next to them that were obviously filled with a bunch of snacks, and his face turned embarrassed.

"You three, pay attention! The demon king is about to attack!"

"At least pay a little attention to me!"

"But, this is just an exhibition match, right?"

Kasukabe Yō tilted his head while eating fried cod.

Upon hearing this, Jiuyuan Feiniao nodded seriously.

"Besides, only when you're well fed will you have the strength to fight the Demon King, right?"

“I totally agree!”

Izayoi Sakamaki raised her hands, with snack crumbs still on the corners of her mouth.

"You guys..."

Seeing this, Black Rabbit covered his face. Problem children are indeed difficult to deal with.

He turned his head and looked at Su Nian and Bai Yasha with hope. Looking at the two shy guys who were observing the emcee with binoculars, he fell silent.

"That demon king, if you want to attack, hurry up! I'm tired! Destroy it!"

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boom! boom! boom!

Fireworks exploded in the sky.

Thirty thousand meters above Salamandela, Pest, Siwei, and Lating stood in the air, overlooking the conference venue below.

When he saw Sandora's figure appear in the main venue, Pest raised his hand and said coldly.

"Do it!!"

Black parchment fell from the sky!

The Demon King's Gift Game has begun!

"Welcome everyone to the Fire Dragon's Birth Festival!"

"I am the leader of the organizers of this Fire Dragon Birth Festival, Sandora Teldorek."

“Before the formal introduction, I would like to thank all the collaborators for their support and help on behalf of Salamandra.”

"Okay, enough nonsense, let's get straight to the rules of the Fire Dragon Birth Festival."

"This Gift Game is called 'Creator's Showdown.' As the name suggests, each community must create a new Gift and use it to register for the Fire Dragon Birth Festival. The winner can request a Gift from Salamandra. The upper limit of the prize is below the Power level, with the highest level being the Great Gift."

At the venue, the immature Sandora introduced the rules of the game to nearly 100,000 spectators. At the same time, in the city of Yanhuang, a large number of people gathered on the broadcast screens on various streets, watching the figures projected on the screens.

Backstage.

Sandra's sister looked at the broadcast screen excitedly.

"As expected of Sandra, you performed very well!"

"Sure enough, little Sandra is the best leader."

Next to Sarah, the cat-man monster named Garolo, who was wearing a suit, said with a look of nostalgia on his face.

"Haha, the old Dragon King back then was much more outrageous than Sandora. The prizes for the birth ceremony held by Salamandra at that time were all at the power level."

"Ok?"

Before he could finish his words, Garolo noticed the sky on the broadcast screen and saw the ominous black color falling.

"You're not willing to wait even a second and just launch an attack? Our enemies are truly impatient."

At the same time, everyone in Yanhuang City, including the stage at the main venue and the VIP viewing area, saw the black parchment falling from Nala.

Su Nian looked at the black parchment and his brows twitched. At this moment, someone shouted.

"The Demon King is coming!!"

The shouts echoed throughout the entire Yanhuang City, and the local people and tourists who had not been attacked for a hundred years fell into great panic.

"It finally started. I thought Pester would play for a while longer."

Su Nian took a piece of parchment and looked at the contents on it.

[Gift Game Name: 80 Million Dead Spirits]

[List of Participants: All living beings currently within the Flame City, the host community (including the Little Garden nobles)]

[Competitor, organizer-designated leader: Bai Yasha]

[Designated leaders are prohibited from participating in the competition or leaving. Violations will result in automatic defeat.]

[Contestants are prohibited from: 1. Suicide and indirect death caused by mutual harm among teammates. 2. Leaving the stage before the end of the game is prohibited. 3. Active defeat, whether subjective or non-subjective, is prohibited.]

[Conditions for the organizer's victory: 1. Kill or subdue all contestants. 2. If the game remains undecided after three days, the organizer wins immediately.]

[Contestant victory conditions: 1. Investigate the truth behind the deaths of 80 million vengeful spirits. 2. Defeat the organizer's leader, the Black Death Demon King, and defeat the organizer and contestant's co-leader, White Yasha.]