Black crows were circling high in the sky, and the crosses on the tops of several Gothic churches reflected the sunlight. The crows flying past cast a fleeting black shadow on the roofs of the churches.
The grand consul of each city-state has a different temper and personality. The grand consul who controls the super city-state of London, Hamlet, the famous 'King of Thunder' in the Western cultivation world, is a crazy classicist and mysterious culture
Enthusiast.
Therefore, the super city-state of London, with a total population of nearly 500 million, is extremely retro, with weird towers and churches standing everywhere. Crows, which have various implications in mystical culture, breed in this huge city-state.
It has reached a state of near flooding.
A middle-aged man wearing a black trench coat stood beside the busy street. His long black hair was neatly draped behind him. A long bang in front of his forehead covered a small dark red crystal between his eyebrows.
Zhu. He is holding a cane. On the exquisite black wood cane, a scripture is densely carved with handwriting that is several times smaller than an ant's head. This kind of writing is extremely complex, and every word reveals a sense of sacredness and solemnity.
taste.
In his black eyes, flickering like will-o'-the-wisps, the man suddenly looked intently at a beautiful young woman wearing a long dress across the road.
With skin as white as snow, hair like gold, eyes of extremely alluring blue, and a rosy, water chestnut-like mouth, she is an extremely beautiful woman who is full of allure to the opposite sex.
The man in black smiled. He ignored the rushing traffic on the street and slowly crossed the road step by step and came to the young woman.
He bowed and bowed to the young woman, and the man in black asked softly and gracefully: "Beautiful madam, can I have such an honor to take off your gorgeous but useless clothes with my own hands and enjoy your beautiful and delicate body?"
The young woman looked at the man in black in disbelief. She could not imagine that a well-dressed and noble-looking gentleman would actually say such shameless and boring words in broad daylight. She took a step back in horror, and then shouted
A 'Jack!'
A tall young man quickly came over and hit the man in black with a clean uppercut on the chin.
With a crisp sound, the body of the man in black didn't move at all, but the young man screamed miserably. His fist exploded, and broken bones and flesh spurted out all over the ground. A large amount of blood spread like spring water.
With a hissing sound, the sound came out.
The beautiful young woman dropped the silk handkerchief in her hand, opened her beautiful eyes wide, and screamed hysterically. The white broken bones, red broken meat, and blood spurting out like spring water, the visual impact of all this made her very happy.
She wanted to faint, but an indescribable fear gripped her heart tightly, preventing her from fainting.
"Your ruthless rejection has hurt many innocent people!" The man in black looked at the beautiful young woman and sighed helplessly: "Originally, you and the people around you were safe, but now,
I have to change my original intention!"
A black stone magic ball the size of a fist flew up. On the surface of this polished stone ball, a long scripture was also carved with twisted, small and complex characters. The man in black gently touched the stone ball with his fingers.
At one point, he said softly: "Take away everyone within twelve blocks around this woman!"
Hundreds of large airships flew slowly from high in the sky, and countless London City-State soldiers wearing black uniforms and combat armors rushed through the streets with expressionless faces. They waved their weapons and roared loudly, attacking nearby
The neighborhoods were gradually closed off, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.
The beautiful young woman could no longer care about the man named Jack. She looked at the man in black and screamed in panic: "Who are you? What do you want to do? God, what on earth do you want to do?"
Several soldiers in tight-fitting uniforms ran over quickly. They swung their metal batons and hit the young woman on the forehead with one blow. The young woman was knocked unconscious without even making a sound, and then these
Like dragging a corpse, the soldiers took her beautiful long golden hair and dragged her towards a slowly approaching heavy vehicle.
"I said, you have implicated a lot of innocent people!" The man in black played with the stone ball floating in front of him and smiled coldly: "Originally, the people I selected were civilians from several other blocks, but because of you
You are ruthless, because you hurt my fragile feelings, so the fate of more than two million civilians in the twelve blocks around you has been completely changed."
Sniffing hard, the man in black smashed Jack's head with his cane, and his eyes became even colder and merciless.
"Despicable human beings!" The man in black smiled lowly: "I have the right to do anything to you, because I am the master of your body and soul, I am the supreme ruler of the city-state of London, and I am the King of Thunder.
Mlet, your body and soul must tremble under my feet!"
"If I can protect you, I can bring disaster to you!"
Three hours later, when night fell, in the mountains outside the city wall on the west side of the super city-state of London, a strange altar stood tall!
Two million freshly chopped human heads were piled up to form this square altar. The heads of countless old people, young people, and children were piled together in a bloody mess, and thick traces of blood could still be seen on their messy faces.
Despair and confusion.
Following Hamlet, there are twenty-five grand consuls from the London super city-state, as well as hundreds of grand consuls from dozens of other large city-states in the Western cultivation world, with tens of thousands of young men and women wearing robes of various colors - respectfully
They knelt around the altar.
Ditches as wide as the palm of your hand were dug out on the plains between the mountains, filled with plasma that exuded a strong smell of blood. Viewed from a high altitude, these ditches outlined a huge oval magic circle, and the altar was embedded in the magic circle.
In the middle, it's as if a square eye is embedded in an oval eye, and the entire circle exudes a strange and ferocious sense of evil.
Hamlet held a black stone ball in his hands. The opaque stone ball rippled gently like water waves. From time to time, distorted grimaces rushed out of the stone ball, issuing curses and roars that made everyone's body chill. This
The stone ball contained the souls of two million civilians who had just been killed. Their deaths were so miserable that their souls exuded an astonishing amount of violence.
Night covers the earth, and the bright Milky Way stretches across the sky.
Hamlet stood up slowly, walked to the altar, placed the black stone ball on the altar, and then recited an ancient spell. In the high-pitched, powerful, sonorous and melodious spell, the black stone ball quickly
It expanded and eventually turned into a black light group with a diameter of 100 meters, suspended on the altar.
Hundreds of powerful men at the Archon level and tens of thousands of young men and women simultaneously bit the tip of their tongues and spurted out a stream of their hard-earned blood.
The black light group released a powerful suction force, swallowing the blood of tens of thousands of people in one gulp. The screams of countless innocent souls spread throughout the countryside, one after another, dark red souls let out pitiful howls, and continued to erupt from the black light.
The ball flew out.
The bodies of these innocent souls are twisting and dissolving, and their souls are being randomly kneaded into shapes like unsolidified cement. Gradually, these innocent souls are forcibly kneaded into a ball by invisible forces, and then from this mass of innocent souls
A long stick as thick as a thumb was pulled out of the polymer and shot toward the sky rapidly.
The blood-infused magic circle spurted out dazzling blood. Many great consuls below Hamlet tried their best to inject their own power into the magic circle. Earth, water, fire, wind, thunder and ice, and various natural forces were rushing,
Hamlet and the others chanted incantations at the same time, and their strength gathered together, causing the void around them to shake.
The thin body of the innocent soul shot rapidly into the sky, and gradually shot hundreds of miles high. Finally, it penetrated the void and disappeared directly into the void. Dozens of constellations in the Milky Way lit up with dazzling light at the same time, and one by one
A giant figure outlined by billions of stars appeared in mid-air.
A little starlight shone in the hands of this figure, and the whole world trembled slightly. The wronged soul body suddenly burst into flames, and a little starlight quickly followed the slender strip drawn out of the wronged soul body and landed straight on the altar.
superior.
"Please!" Hamlet screamed.
Several strong men wearing ancient metal armor strode to the altar carrying a heavy metal coffin. They held the coffin with both hands and knelt on the ground. Hamlet hurriedly walked to the coffin extremely cautiously.
Lift the heavy coffin lid.
Inside the coffin was a shriveled and putrid corpse. There was also a large amount of thick, filthy green liquid inside the coffin. These liquids swayed gently, emitting a weird smell that made people want to vomit.
The blood in the surrounding magic circle flew into the sky, turning into blood springs and pouring continuously into the coffin. The green juice was washed away, and every inch of the mummy's skin was greedily devouring the incoming blood springs.
His withered body quickly became plump and plump, and his dark skin gradually became white, rosy, and full of life.
A vague silver figure followed the small strips pulled out by the collection of wronged souls and fell straight down along the torrent of starlight in the sky. He couldn't wait to open his hands and pounced on the corpse that was rapidly regaining its vitality.
Go up.
A satisfied groan sounded, and the mummy suddenly sat up straight, and then he straightened up quickly, exposing his body to everyone's eyes. He held his head up arrogantly, and was extremely narcissistic and slow.
He slowly stroked the thick purple hair on his head.
This is a young man with purple hair and purple eyes, tall and tall, with a strong and perfect body like a statue. His appearance is so handsome that it is almost evil. Perhaps only the word "monster" can be used to better describe his appearance and temperament.
.
But unlike the monsters in the conventional sense of the Eastern cultivation world, this young man has a sacred and majestic temperament. Standing in the dirty coffin, he seems to be sitting on a throne in the clouds, looking down at the surrounding world with disdain.
Archons and their retinue.
He moved his body slowly, and a dull sound of bone knocking came from the body that had not exercised for many years.
The young man snorted softly, then opened his mouth and spat out a piece of black bruise. He stroked his majestic chest muscles dissatisfiedly, and complained in a low voice: "You are not taking good care of this precious divine body.
Are you very attentive?"
Hamlet and everyone present knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed tightly to the ground, and they did not even dare to raise their heads to look at the young man. Hamlet said respectfully: "Honorable Holy Messenger, how dare we
Don't you care? However, the sacred vessel that stores the divine body is so noble that for countless years, we have not dared to get even close!"
The young man nodded with satisfaction. His body was surrounded by a ball of silver starlight. In the next moment, he came to the front of a female grand consul from the city-state of Paris. Naked, he used a tiger to find the little girl.
White Rabbit's eyes scanned the Archon's curvy body, and finally looked at the long, flame-like red hair on her head with great admiration.
"I like women with red hair, especially when their hair is wet with sweat! It looks like semi-coagulated plasma! This feeling makes me intoxicated!" Qing! Nian squatted down and slowly moved his hands.
He caressed the red-haired Archon's face, and then gently lifted up her beautiful, graceful face with soft lines.
"Be my woman, and if your performance satisfies me, I can make you my eighty-ninth concubine!" The young man squinted at the beautiful red-haired woman whose body was trembling slightly.
‘I chuckled: “You have beautiful long red hair just like them!”
Kneeling next to the beautiful red-haired woman, a tall, handsome man with a beard raised his head in shock and anger, and shouted in a hissing voice: "Honorable Holy Envoy, Milenda is my lover.
, she is my wife!”
The young man narrowed his eyes, looked at the handsome man with a smile, and then pressed his palm between his eyebrows.
With a bang, the handsome man's head exploded. Then his whole body exploded, and then the fragments of his exploded body exploded continuously. Soon his body exploded into ashes. Under the starlight in the sky,
A translucent soul emerged from the body of the handsome man, and his soul with a distorted face of pain exploded inch by inch, and finally exploded into ashes without leaving anything behind.
"Okay, now dear Milinda, you are no one's wife! You are free! You can completely control your own destiny!" The young man's hands directly pressed on the plump and straight breasts of the beautiful red-haired woman.
He smiled and looked at the stunned red-haired woman who was trembling all over, and asked softly: "This low-class bastard descendant with low bloodline can no longer stop you from pursuing happiness!"
"Dear Milenda, are you willing to be my eighty-ninth concubine?" The young man smiled brightly and gently: "You must be willing, right? Because if you are not willing, I will kill you.
All men who are related to you by blood, and then rape all women who are related by blood to you!"
Hamlet raised his head, and sneered in a cold and stiff tone: "Milenda, stupid woman, how long do you have to think about it? The grace of the Holy Envoy, this is an opportunity that many people can't ask for? You
, how long do you have to think about it?”
Miranda's body was trembling violently, and she looked in horror at the place where her husband had been reduced to ashes.
"You, reject me?" A ruthless cold light flashed in the young man's purple eyes, and he said slowly: "Then, I can only pray that among your female relatives, there is a woman who is as beautiful as you. But you can't let it happen.
I'm disappointed, don't you think? My dear, Milenda?"
After swallowing with difficulty, Milenda spoke tremblingly: "No, no, my dear Holy Envoy!"
After taking a hard breath, Milenda looked at the young man and smiled charmingly: "I am very honored to be your woman!"
"What a lovely, knowledgeable person!" The young man sighed contentedly, and then he pressed his palm on the top of Milinda's head, and there was another 'bang,' and Milinda was just like her husband.
It was blown to pieces and no traces were left.
All the consuls and their entourage around were trembling with fear and did not dare to speak. The young man stood up slowly, held his head in his distressed hands, and screamed angrily at the sky.
"Why? Why is this so? Why doesn't this woman even have the slightest idea of chastity? Why doesn't she resist? Why does she give in? Why doesn't she resist? Why doesn't she assassinate me, the enemy who killed her husband?"
"How can such a heartless woman with a dirty soul be worthy of the noble and holy me?"
The young man screamed several times in anger, and finally let out a heavy breath, and casually pulled up a blond girl who was kneeling behind Mileanda. He held the girl's breasts tightly with his right hand and kneaded them a few times.
He nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, in these days of my arrival, you can meet all my needs! If you do well, I will make you my eighty-ninth concubine!"
Without even looking at the girl's face, the young man rubbed her tall and plump breasts and turned to Hamlet.
"Despicable bastards, low-class descendants of inferior blood, I bring the sacred will of the Supreme King.
"The Age of Ending Dharma is coming to an end, and the gate to the Zhoutian Realm is about to open! Those little ants you call Eastern monks are ready to make a move. The Supreme King knows that they have received some guidance from our mortal enemy, as well as a few of you mortals.
In a month's time, the Yinghuo Clash is about to come, and when the distance between Yinghuo Planet and Hongmeng Continent is the closest, they will open the Yinghuo Dojo!"
"You can't let them succeed, no matter how much you pay, destroy all their actions!"
"There can no longer be an immortal dojo with Daluo Jinxian sitting near Hongmeng Continent. This is not in our interests!"
The young man glanced at Hamlet and the others with stern eyes. Looking at them who were silent, the young man nodded with satisfaction.
"Very good, I believe you will fulfill the sacred will of the Supreme King at all costs."
"And your hard work and sacrifice will not be in vain. I have brought you some precious items that you have always dreamed of, and that you cannot even get in your dreams!"
"If you can find enough and beautiful virgins to please me, maybe I will reward you with these treasures?"