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The next day, at half past eleven noon.
In the vast northwest Gobi Desert, the yellow and reddish bare rocks rise and fall, stretching to the horizon.
Behind a hidden sand dune somewhere, there are several clusters of dwarf Haloxylon ammodendron trees, listlessly accepting the scorching sun.
The Demon Eye King, wearing a sports headband on his forehead, stepped on the soft, barren and barren land, walked around the dunes, and saw the Master of the Killing Palace and Fu Qingyang hiding in the shadow of the dunes.
The King of Demonic Eyes glanced at Mr. Qian's clean white leather boots, and then at the clean skirt of the Master of the Killing Palace, and raised the corner of his mouth with a dangerous smile:
"Did I tell you that there are falcons trained by military commanders patrolling the Gobi sky, and motor vehicles and airplanes will be seen by them, but you two turned a deaf ear to my words?
"If it delays the resurrection of Yuanshi Tianzun, I will let you two be buried with him!"
Fu Qingyang said coldly: "It was teleported here."
The master of the palace to stop killing: "bumpkin!"
The Demon Eye King held on and said, "Oh, the official is rich."
"The teleportation item is mine and has nothing to do with the Five Elements Alliance." The Master of the Killing Stop Palace opened the inventory and grabbed a small and exquisite copper pot made of lapis lazuli.
Open the spout of the pot and shake it gently.
A naked body "clacked" onto the sand dune, covered in the viscous liquid of Danjin. The liquid soaked into the surface, and clusters of Haloxylon ammodendron trees grew out of the hard bare rock in an instant. The breath of life lingered around,
Several camel thorn plants nearby trembled and grew several centimeters taller at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Such a rich source of life liquid is considered to be the best, but neither Demon Eye King nor Fu Qingyang's attention was focused on it. They stared at Yuanshi Tianzun's clone with bright eyes.
The clone is based on the body
The essence and blood are supplemented by the life source liquid mud to shape it, exactly the same as the original body.
The Demon Eye King nodded slightly: "It is indeed his aura. If Yuanshi Tianzun had not been destroyed physically and mentally, this body could be used as the carrier of his resurrection."
For the Night-Wandering God and the Illusionist, having such a body of the same origin and sect is enough to resurrect them in place.
Next, the two parties exchanged necessary items.
Demon Eye got the clone of Yuanshi Tianzun, the parchment scroll, and Fu Qingyang got the mobile phone numbers of Ghost Sword King and Silver Moon King.
After lunch, King Silver Moon came to Ghost Sword King's retreat as usual and issued a battle message to him.
The Bewitching Demon is a combat-oriented profession, just like a scout in lawful order. Combat abilities need to be honed day by day before they become more and more powerful.
The residence of Ghost Sword King is two bungalows and a small courtyard. The northwest wind is strong and the sand is blowing. The glass is dusty, and the walls and courtyard door are also dusty.
"Ghost Sword is out for a fight!" King Silver Moon slapped the courtyard door.
The impatient voice of the Ghost Sword King came from the yard: "I won't go!"
Ghost Sword King is not willing to fight with Yin Yue. As a senior eighth-level ancient war god, he only needs seven successes to suppress Yin Yue and eight successes to kill him.
In his opinion, fighting Silver Moon was purely a sparring exercise, and the Master, who was also the commander of the army, could not really go on a killing spree.
——Not being able to kill is a torture in disguise for the bewitching demon.
Every time when the fighting spirit was high, he had to suppress the killing intent. Such fighting was meaningless and even a kind of torture.
When the Silver Moon Heavenly King heard this, he thought for a moment. The Demon Eye was now completely reborn, and it would be useless if he glared at him. The murderous nature of the annihilation was so strong that even Shura would dare to kill him if he used real fire. Let alone him, it would be too much to die in the hands of the annihilation.
Unjust.
As far as the Dread King is concerned, a guy who can compete with demigods is nothing big.
After thinking about it, it turned out that Ghost Sword was more suitable as a sparring partner, so he raised his big hand like a fugang, shouted "duangduang" twice at the door: "Ghost Sword, I'm here to fight, I don't dare to come."
He's just a coward, the sick man of the northwest.",
As soon as the words fell, murderous intent boiled in the courtyard. The two wooden doors exploded with a bang, and the Ghost Sword King walked out.
This is a middle-aged man of average height, with ordinary appearance, dark and shiny skin, wearing dark brown cloth with his calves tied up, and he looks exactly like an old man from the northwest.
"Stop talking nonsense, my sword is already thirsty." Silver Moon God General was about to say
In the same place, the mobile phone in Ghost Sword King's trouser pocket rang.
When a stranger calls, the number is listed as Songhai.
Ghost Sword King answered the phone and said coldly: "Who?"
They all used the most ordinary phone cards, and their lack of fighting spirit turned into substantial strong winds, lifting up the sand on the ground.
The same cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm Fu Qingyang! Ghost Sword, I'm going to give you a battle invitation. I'll use your head to sacrifice the flag. Come if you feel like it! The location is sixty miles southeast of the Holy Mountain of Bishop Bing."
Ghost Sword King's eyes suddenly lit up, his body shook, his eyes were warm and bright, full of expectation.
Silver Moon God General pressed the Ghost Sword King's shoulders and sneered: "Fu Qingyang, what kind of conspiracy are you playing? We will not be fooled, you treacherous scout."
He planned to summon a tame falcon to investigate and see if Fu Qingyang was really in the northwest.
Silver Moon God will be in the position of military commander, preferring housekeepers, administrators, and mothers.
The Four Heavenly Kings are all talented and brave in fighting, but they are not good at managing gangs. Silver Moon God will have to take on the internal affairs of Bishop Bing.
His experience as a slave made him very good at patience, good at handling interpersonal relationships and affairs, and his IQ and EQ were both online - not counting when he was trolling others.
After mocking Fu Qingyang, the Silver Moon God General turned to the Ghost Sword King and sneered: "It's still so easy to fall for the general's tricks. Occasionally, you have to use your brain and weigh the pros and cons. Don't just post it personally. You will be punished sooner or later.
Plan to die."
At this time, Fu Qingyang's cold voice came from the loudspeaker again: "Yinyue, you bitch born of a humble slave, come to Songhai and seek refuge with me. I have prepared a golden hoe for you, and I will be your slave from now on."
Owner."
Silver Moon God exploded his scalp, his face instantly turned red, the scars buried in his heart were revealed, and endless anger filled his chest.
Fu Qingyang's words were equivalent to pouring a bucket of shit on him, polluting the body, mind, and personality of General Silver Moon.
"Fu, I'm going to kill you right now."
The two ancient gods of war let out a long roar and bent their knees slightly. They heard a "rumbling" on the ground, and two figures rushed into the sky like monkeys in the sky.
Sixty miles southeast of the Holy Mountain, Fu Qingyang hung up his cell phone and dialed the cell phone of the Master of the Killing Palace: "It's done!"
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Sha not far from the Holy Mountain
After Qiu, the Master of the Killing Palace took out the perfect human skin and put it on his body, imagining the appearance of the Silver Moon God General.
The perfect human skin quickly "melted" and adhered to the surface of the skin. In the blink of an eye, she became a tall and muscular man with a big bald head, a high nose bridge, and a nose ring and a lip ring.
She swept generously towards the Holy Mountain not far away. At the foot of the Holy Mountain was a field of gray, northwest-style bungalows. They were located along the mountain, using a mix of stones and yellow mud bricks.
The Master of the Killing Palace quickly arrived at the building complex at the foot of the Holy Mountain and walked towards the residence of the King of Extermination with a clear goal.
The Fog Lord bowed to greet the bewitching demons along the way. The Master of the Killing Palace sometimes nodded coldly, and sometimes cursed loudly, criticizing the followers for being lazy and drunk. It was common for those who were scolded to be trembling with fear.
No one realizes that Silver Moon will be an impostor.
Finally, the Master of the Killing Palace stopped at the door of a courtyard on the mountainside. She naturally raised her hand and knocked on the door roughly.
After a while, the courtyard door opened, revealing a skinny woman, her eyeballs were bloodshot, and her eyes were full of sleepiness, as if she hadn't had enough sleep for a long time.
Bishop Bing had just attacked the capital, so it was normal for the authorities to send scouts to gather information.
When she heard that she could kill on a large scale, the King of Extinction licked his lips excitedly. She suddenly frowned and stared at the Master of the Killing Palace with suspicion: "Weren't you responsible for these things before?"
The Master of the Killing Palace immediately cursed and said: "I have to fight with the ghost sword and don't have time to deal with the trash fish. Why don't you go there?"
After saying that, he turned around,
A "I'll handle it myself" attitude.
"Go away, don't steal the fun from me!" The King of Extermination rushed out of the yard, his figure flashed and disappeared, whipping up a gust of wind and disappearing.
The Master of the Killing Palace left in the opposite direction. After leaving the gathering place of the military bishops, she tore off the human skin, took out her mobile phone, and dialed the number to the Demon Eye King:
"Done! You can resurrect Yuanshi Tianzun, but remember to bleed him first, and don't throw him directly into the mother goddess's womb. You must remember this."
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Just throw it directly into the womb of the Mother Goddess and sacrifice it.
The steps repeatedly emphasized by the Master of the Killing Palace made him a little puzzled. Suddenly, the eyes of the Demon Eye King flashed.
He thought of a possibility, directly throwing Yuanshi Tianzun into the womb of the Mother Goddess, and maybe others would be resurrected!
Omit the "bleeding" step and lie down like a beating heart.
He put down the sack and dragged Yuanshi Tianzun out: "The Mother Goddess Ziguan can only be resurrected once. If you return to the mirror in the future, you will no longer be able to survive."
Quickly close the simple wooden door.
In the room, dark red flesh and blood covered the floor like mud.
In the center, flesh and blood material piled high into a mountain, and a three-meter-long meat cabin was half embedded in the mountain of flesh.
There are blue and purple blood vessels connected between the meat compartment and the flesh and blood material.
The whole mountain of meat slowly rose.
After saying that, he picked up Yuanshi Tianzun and was about to throw it into the meat cabin when he suddenly remembered the warning from the palace master not to kill him.
"We need to bleed first." The Demon Eye King frowned.
In his opinion, the clone is both flesh and blood, and a blood relative, which perfectly meets the two conditions for activating the mother goddess's womb, and there is no need for unnecessary bloodletting.
In this case, it is equivalent to sacrificing Yuanshi Tianzun as a blood relative, and the one who comes back from the resurrection will be the blood relative of Yuanshi Tianzun?!
This guy's blood relative, the Demon Eye King, thought for a few seconds and then temporarily put the matter behind him. He didn't have much time left. Resurrecting Yuanshi Tianzun was the most important thing at the moment.
As for blood relatives, he neither cares about nor cares about them.
The torn flesh membrane regenerates quickly and covers the surface of the meat compartment.
Through the flesh membrane, the Demon Eye King saw that the clone in the cabin was being digested and absorbed bit by bit.
This process lasted three minutes.
It was done, the Demon Eye King resisted Yuanshi Tianzun's thick legs, threw him into the cabin, and at the same time pierced the clone's heart with a knife, killing him.
After doing all this, the Demon Eye King retreated with his sword and whispered to himself: "Resurrection, Yuanshi Tianzun! This world would be too boring without you. I need you to join hands with me to clean the dirty world.
It's not a question that needs to be thought through right now.
The sharp dagger cut through the artery in the thigh, and bright red, warm blood rich in spiritual power gurgled out, and disappeared into the meat chamber in small streams.
The flesh wall squirmed and quickly absorbed the warm blood.
When the meat cabin absorbed enough blood, the Demon Eye King was overjoyed and looked forward to it. The look on his brows was like that of a young father waiting for the arrival of his child.
But at this moment, a message suddenly popped up in the meat cabin representing the "Womb of the Mother Goddess":
【Cannot be resurrected!】
The Demon Eye King looked at this message and was stunned for a while.