**********The immortal is against the world************
Volume 1 of the Gods and Demons: The Six Worlds of Whirlpool
Chapter 1: Saha is suffering, light and shadow are rushing like streams, how long will the joy and sorrow of honor and disgrace last, when will we rest between right and wrong, the road of life and death is long!
In the Three Realms, when the water surface floats, even if a hero's achievements are unparalleled, only the bones are left to cover the barren hills, why should he look back early!
In the southwest of Tianyao Continent, among the endless hundreds of thousands of mountains and the vast miasma poisonous forest, there is also a more dangerous poisonous fog forest hidden.
Only through the extremely dangerous poisonous fog forest can we reach the demon world.
After tens of thousands of years of reproduction, isolation, no war, and no destruction, the demon clan has become so powerful that even the gods have difficulty controlling it.
It was raining heavily in the sky, and the ground was muddy and dirty.
The sky above our heads was cut off by a powerful barrier. It was a barrier jointly blessed by the demon kings of all generations in order to protect the demon clan from the surveillance of the God Realm.
Wow——
Water splashed on the ground, and messy footsteps approached hurriedly from a distance.
Mud splashed on the clothes, and the original snow-white color was already stained by the stolen goods.
"Come on! Why are you dawdling?"
The two spell masters, whose bodies were bound by spiritual power and drained of all spiritual power from their bodies, were held hostage and pushed forward by several tall monsters.
One of the spell masters had a lifeless face, his head drooped, and his eyes were gradually becoming distracted.
He looks to be in his forties or fifties.
Talisman masters of this age are usually very powerful, so when they are captured, they must use extraordinary means.
Ji Yuan is not a vegetarian, how could he leave these spell masters with even the slightest ability to resist?
Seeing that the middle-aged spell master no longer had the strength to walk, those monsters picked up his arm and dragged him forward.
The remaining spell master had long hair disheveled, covered in mud and blood, and his body was dirty and washed away by the rain, making him look even more miserable.
He looks to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, and his appearance is so stunning that even the monsters watching on the roadside will be stunned and speechless by his beauty.
His steps staggered, but he still didn't fall down and kept walking forward step by step.
There was a gloomy light in the dark eyes, which looked strange and ferocious.
"You brat, what do you think you are looking at? Do you still think you are a great spell master?"
A monster put his foot heavily on his back and kicked her directly into a dirty puddle.
Mud water splashed on his face, but his eyes became even colder.
"Hmph! If I don't teach you a lesson, you won't even know where you are!"
The monsters from behind came up to him, pulled him up, and started punching and kicking him.
He gritted his teeth without making a sound, but his eyes were still so cold and terrifying as long as he came into contact with them.
It seems like there is hell inside. As long as you look inside, you will never recover!
No one dares to look at eyes like that. Those eyes appear only when despair reaches the extreme. They are not afraid of death or pain!
He had no choice but to restrain his hands with spiritual power. His handsome face was also swollen from the beating, and there was faint bleeding from the corners of his mouth.
But he didn't even hum.
When those monsters saw him beating him like this, he didn't say a word, and they didn't think it was interesting.
"Bah! A mixed race can be so tough!"
"You little bastard! He is a half-blood and became a spell master. Who knows your father is also a dirty bastard!"
