In the City of the Gods, the city lord Sima Zhou sat on a throne made of black iron. His shining green eyes stared blankly at the eight deputy city lords and seventy-two elders standing in the lobby.●⌒
In addition to the high-level officials of these gods' cities, there are also city lords from the twenty-four nearest cities who are also gathered here.
Everyone drooped their heads, said nothing, and transferred all the pressure to Sima Zhou. Who made him the city lord of the city of gods, who made him the oldest elder in the land of gods, who made him
Is he the closest person to the messenger of God?
Since Sima Zhou was in charge of everything when the divine envoys came to take away the carefully selected elders and young people from the land of gods, then he should be left to worry about the situation at hand.
The demons and ghosts from outside the Land of Gods finally broke into this peaceful and peaceful paradise. Those guards, those guards who gave all the natives of the Land of Gods a sense of security, and the guards with terrifying power, all died.
Dead, all dead, silently, inexplicably, without a single wound.
After they died, there was no one left to defend the land of the gods, so what else could they do except compromise?
Of course, they would have to pay a heavy price for compromising, and the gods might hold them responsible for this matter afterwards. This responsibility can only be shouldered by Sima Zhou. Who else can shoulder this responsibility except him? Who is willing to shoulder this responsibility?
Damn responsibility?
The image in the precious mirror is very clear, very clear.
That foreign demon with a pair of thick eyebrows like a machete actually broke Sima Ao's arm in one fell swoop. Since he could hurt Sima Ao, he could hurt everyone present. He just broke it.
If they hit their arms, what if the blow was aimed at their heads?
"They want us to open all the warehouses, and they want us to... hand over the children of the land of gods to them." Sima Zhou's voice was hoarse: "I heard the ancestors said that they eat the monsters outside.
Human flesh, drinking human blood, and using human skin to make clothes. If our children are handed over to them, then..."
The city lord and elders in the lobby trembled at the same time. After a long time, an elder from the City of Gods lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Although everyone has a common ancestor, those mud-legged people outside the city
Sons are not our children. As long as they are not our direct relatives, they are mud-legged people outside the city. It doesn't hurt to give them some."
Sima Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. Someone said this, and the pressure on his shoulders suddenly eased a lot.
He rubbed his brows and said calmly: "But if too many people are leaving, there will be a shortage of people to take care of those medicine fields."
Another elder said coldly: "There will be no shortage of people to take care of them. Just let the remaining mud-legged people work more. Even if they have to leave half of them, the remaining people will only take care of them more than before.
What does it matter if there are twice as many medicinal fields?”
A deputy city lord blinked his eyes and said softly: "In short, it is the last word to protect ourselves first. We don't have the strength to resist these terrible murderers. Even if the angels come in the future, we will not be blamed."
Sima Zhou closed his eyes and thought for a while. Then he sighed softly: "In that case, so be it."
In City No. 1, the singer Yin Xue held the Shifang Chaodu and vigorously traced the lotus petal patterns on the surface with his fingers. Sima Zuo curled up on the big chair with a pale face, his lips kept trembling, and he turned his head from time to time to look at the wound on his shoulder.
Everyone else in the lobby, including Yin Xuege himself, also carefully observed Sima Zuo's wounds with their spiritual consciousness. His arm was shattered, and there was a gap on his shoulder as big as the mouth of a sea bowl. Looking through the wound, Sima Zuo's skin
Tissues such as muscles, meridians, bones and bone marrow all have signs of being integrated into one body and are inseparable from each other.
These body tissues of his body show a magnificent fiery red color, exuding a compelling high temperature. His dermis is fiery red, his muscles are also fiery red, his meridians and blood vessels are also fiery red, and his bones are also fiery red, and
All appear translucent glass-like.
What flows in the blood vessels is not blood in the conventional sense, but a strange energy that looks like mercury, but is actually as intangible as flowing light. And it is not just flowing in the blood vessels, but through the blood vessels, and at the same time
Nourishes every fiber of the body.
This is the body of a saint. I think the bodies of Taoists who are at the same level as Sima Zu also look like this.
Monk Yunluo and the others observed Sima Bo's wounds very seriously. In the Holy Spirit Realm, they would not have the chance to see an injured Taoist. Even if a Taoist was seriously injured, disciples of Monk Yunluo's level would not be able to see him.
It was impossible to have the opportunity to see his wounds with my own eyes.
Sima Ao's wounds are of great significance to these low-level immortals. This change in which the body's body is almost integrated into one body vaguely contains some mysterious laws of heaven and earth. Those are not limited to the blood vessels, but are like rivers.
The blood flowing freely like a flood in the middle of the river gave them some wonderful feelings.
The immortals from the Holy Spirit Realm in the lobby now want to split Sima Zuo into pieces and understand his body piece by piece. Perhaps by observing his body, they can easily transcend the realm of true immortals to golden immortals.
bottleneck.
Of course, even the boldest and most arrogant people would not dare to make such a request. They have frightened these city lords and elders in the land of gods. This is already a great blessing. If they dare to make such a request to these old monsters,
Certain requirements that go beyond common sense are asking for death.
Don't talk about them, even if the powerful ones in the entire Holy Spirit Realm join forces in the Void Spiritual Realm, they don't dare to make excessive demands on these old monsters in the land of gods. At least for now, what Monk Yunluo and the others know
, it is a wonderful article that the Buddha is a master in the Taoist realm.
But even if Miaowen Buddha is present, he would not dare to be too presumptuous towards a saint who is a hundred times his size, right?
Yin Xuuge, Monk Yunluo, and Xie Xue, Taoist Hanzhu, and the others exchanged glances - they all made the same decision to make a fortune and leave, leaving this terrible place of gods' favor as quickly as possible.
land.
The city lords and elders here are all saint-level beings. Who knows what terrible secrets this ghost place hides?
Being able to treat a saint like a fat pig in captivity, thinking about the terrifying place, even though Yin Xuege has always been bold. He only felt creepy, and the pores on his body kept spitting out cold air.
In the mirror hanging on the wall of the lobby, a haggard-looking Sima Zhou appeared. He flicked his long beard and said warmly: "We have made a decision. All distinguished guests have come from afar, so we naturally have to do our best to serve as landlords. All of them
The city's warehouses are free for you to choose from. Just take whatever you like."
After a pause, Sima Zhou lowered his eyelids and said in a deep voice: "If you want the people of my God's Land... that's okay. However, I hope you will treat them well and never kill and abuse them wantonly. In addition, this
In terms of quantity, half! We can only give you half of the people in all the villages and towns outside the city. If there are any more, our medicine fields will not be able to take care of them."
A big fat pig!
Yin Xuuge quickly exchanged glances with the others. What a big fat pig—Sima Zhou, the lord of the city blessed by the gods, actually stated his bottom line so openly? Half of the child
People? Half of the people in all villages and towns outside the city?
This has exceeded Yin Xuege's psychological expectations. When they discovered that the city lords and elders of this damn god's land were all saint-level existences, their goal was actually just to steal some of the elixir.
.
But Sima Zhou and the others were actually willing to hand over half of their people, so...
Before anyone else could speak, Yin Xuege's left hand flashed with blood, and hundreds of blood-sea yakshas, blood-sea asuras and other evil ghosts with the most ferocious faces flew out one after another. They rushed out of the lobby and hung in the air, puffing out clouds and mist.
, creating all kinds of weird and bizarre illusions, making oneself even more ugly and ugly.
"Half? No, it's not enough." Yin Xuege said coldly: "Sixty and a half, hand over 65% of the people, plus you open all the warehouses for us to choose at will. We can swear not to come again."
"Otherwise, hehe." Yin Xuege, who had just swallowed a bottle of elixir and recovered most of the immortal power in his body, took a deep breath. The immortal power poured into Shifang Chaodu like a torrent, and the magic weapon once again burst out with dazzling light.
"Six and a half, six and a half. We agreed!" Sima Zhou in the mirror wiped the sweat from his forehead and hissed: "But you can only attack the villages and towns outside the city, and the people inside the city
, are all our direct descendants, you are not allowed to act rashly."
"The people in the city are not allowed to be touched?" Yin Xuege jumped up and roared angrily: "The people in the city are not allowed to be touched? Then... okay, I'll give you some face. It's okay to not touch the people in the city. All of you
The city lord and the elders each donated 10% of their Dao essence and blood to us!"
Monk Yunluo, Xie Xue, Taoist Hanzhu, Le Youyou and others' eyes lit up at the same time!
The essence and blood of the saint! Why didn't they think of this? The essence and blood of the saint! Every drop is a rare treasure condensed by the creation of heaven and earth. The great masters of the Taoist realm, they condensed
The natal essence and blood is actually the crystallization of the fusion of their whole body’s energy and spirit and their Dao perception. Even the peak golden immortals will break their heads to fight for this treasure.
If a peak golden immortal who practices flame Taoism gets a drop of Tao essence blood with the same attributes, he can definitely step into the Taoist realm.
The Tao Master's condensed Dao Dharma can only increase the probability of a Peak Golden Immortal's breakthrough by a few percent. Only a drop of Dao Essence and Blood can make a suitable Peak Golden Immortal break through 100% of the time.
Sima Zhou was stunned, he frowned, and a purple air spurted out from the center of his eyebrows. Dozens of thumb-sized light clusters were faintly visible flickering in the purple air.
"The essence and blood of the Great Dao? Is this the essence and blood that you don't know what to use for? Just 10%? Okay, we gave it to you." Sima Zhou said boldly: "As long as you swear not to come again, what does 10% of the essence and blood of the Great Dao mean? However, we have some city lords and elders who have not yet condensed the essence and blood of this avenue..."
Yin Xuuge also waved his hand generously and laughed: "They are not cultivated enough and have not condensed the essence and blood of the Great Dao, so just donate half of the blood in their bodies. Just half of the blood will not cost them their lives."
In the lobby, Monk Yunluo and the others' eyes lit up again. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!