The mad son-in-law of the city, God of War

Chapter 1267 What If I Can Give You Hope?
The underground dark city was originally established underground in the kingdom of the Demon Horned Clan. It was originally just an underground bank.

Until Yan Prison completely took over, the underground dark city was no longer just a single underground bank, but its business scope increased, and even taboo transactions were involved.

Taboo transactions are very profitable, almost once it is done, it will be a [-]% explosive profit.

Yan prison is far-sighted and ambitious, expanding the underground dark city.

The underground dark city gradually prospered, crazily encroaching and expanding, until the boundary of the entire underground dark city extended to the border of the land of the barbarians.

Many underground dark city bosses are suggesting that the prison be transferred to a wider area, and another underground dark city be re-established, so that both sides can make profits together.

However, Yan Prison is taking a slant, there is only one underground dark city, and there can only be one. In order to prevent the power from being dispersed and make huge profits, expansion is essential.

Driven by ambition, Yan Prison decided to change the direction of expansion to the territory of the barbarians.

Start with the fall of the frontier city of the barbarians, defeat the barbarians little by little, lure the low-level barbarians, and pull them into the underground dark city.

The underground dark city itself was originally an underground bank, full of decadence and corruption, and low-level casual cultivators without willpower are the appetizers here.

On the ground, the fate of low-level casual cultivators can only be bullied by the strong, but underground, you have unlimited possibilities.

The underground dark city is close to the underground area of ​​the Libarian border. It is specially set up to serve the Libarian. The casual cultivators of the Libarian think that they have found their own world.

It is not like the masters sympathizing with each other, but it is a holy place for the weak to keep warm and belittle each other to satisfy their own low-level desires.

More than a hundred casual cultivators from the barbarian tribes were full of despair, their bodies smelled of lifelessness, and the light in their eyes had already dimmed.

"My lord, do you think it's time to start?" A rickety horned man said with a smile on his face.

Yan Prison opened one eye and took a glance, then moved his gaze to Yuemao.

Moon Nightmare was already trembling with excitement, his body continued to grow, and his black shadow was like a tumor that did not break. His figure became extremely tall, like a huge bat monster.

Those barbarian casual cultivators with ashen faces raised their eyes to see this horrified scene, and whimpered in pain, but it was too late, since they stepped into this abyss, there was no way back.

Yan Prison pointed out a few, and then the Demon Horned Clan's subordinates screened out a few, and threw the rest into the refining furnace next to them.

As soon as several barbarians were thrown over, Moon Nightmare's body swallowed them all like a net.

There were continuous screams, and several barbarians were wrapped alive into a giant meat ball, and then thrown into the huge body of Moon Nightmare.

A ball of bright golden light exploded inside Yuemao's pitch-black body, and then curled up and vomited for a while, Yuemao spewed out an extremely shiny golden soul bead.

Yan Prison's expression finally changed a bit, the soul golden bead fluttered and flew to his hand, and he finally opened his other eye.

A scarlet eye with beast-like pupils lit up. As soon as this eye opened, all the surrounding Demon Horn Clan knelt down to avoid their sight.

Moon Nightmare was even more excited, he looked directly at the scarlet demon eyes, his face was full of excitement and joy, "My lord, your eyes are so beautiful"

The rest of the Demon Horn Clan kneeling beside them trembled in fear because of this, their class strength was simply powerless to resist the scarlet demon eye!

It is said that when the scarlet demon eyes are opened, the minds of those who look at them will be harvested, at least they will become puppets, and at worst, they will bear the curse of ten thousand years, until the soul is overwhelmed and it is difficult to dispel it.

And this curse, just like the scapegoat curse, can be said to have an immortal body, even if it is not him who is killed, it is those who are cursed!

The body of Moon Nightmare is the physical body of the prison twin body, and Moon Nightmare's own high-level strength is not affected at all.

Yan Prison looked at the bright golden bead in front of him, sighed and said, "It's far from enough, it's rare to meet a soul matcher once in a while."

Seeing this, Yuemao stepped forward to put away the golden soul bead, and then said: "My lord, this golden soul bead is considered a high-quality item, not to mention that in our current situation, the underground dark city is developing rapidly. To complete your lord's A long-cherished wish is just a matter of time."

"What's more, this most evil god soul orb requires an extremely depraved body. Only this underground dark city can produce a large amount of casual cultivators who can realize such a state of mind." Moon Nightmare said bluntly.

Yan Priest wants to cultivate the double-pupiled scarlet demon eyes. As long as he can realize his long-cherished wish of the double-pupiled scarlet demon eyes, he will be able to advance to the state of Dzogchen, and then his curse power will be pushed to the peak. can curse it.

If a high-level emperor is cursed, his immortal body will be stronger and his blood will be thicker, almost close to immortality. Even if he encounters a strong person whose realm is several times larger than his own, no one can consume it. Live the body of immortality.

"Forget it, there is plenty of time. It's just that the Imperial Kingdom is really long-winded." Yan prison said impatiently.

The Judgment Council sent someone over to let them completely control the barbarians in the underground dark city and let him get rid of the human race.

When Yuemao heard this, she also looked a little unhappy, "Isn't it just a mere human race? Is it necessary for an adult to take action? It's time for a new batch of guys from the Judgment Council. Why are they more brainless than the other?"

Yan Prison took a deep breath and said, "The Judgment will have the principles of the Judgment, so we can only act according to what they say. I don't know if these barbarians will listen or not."

Even if the Judgment Council didn't mention it, Yan Prison had already extended its hand to the frontier cities of these barbarians, but it was just an underground expansion.

The invasion on the ground has never been carried out in the prison. This time, the order of the trial committee completely disrupted his plan, so he can only find time to clean up the human race.

After Quan Yong calmed down, his eyes were full of disappointment. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pulled up the horse again, and prepared to set foot back to the barren frontier city.

"My lord, wait a minute!" Cao Zheng chased after him.

Quan Yong looked back, clicked his tongue, and left as soon as he wanted to control the horse.

It's a pity that Cao Zheng was one step ahead and immediately blocked Quan Yong's path.

Quan Yong had no choice but to rein in his horse and cursed directly: "What are you doing?! Don't be relentless, you humans, let me go back to fend for myself. Relying on you humans, there is only one way to die!"

Cao Zheng coughed a few times, and persuaded: "Masters, don't be in a hurry to deny our human race. Our Lord City Master wants to meet you in private. Since it is a dead end, why not see if this dead end is our human race. It’s still the Demon Horned Clan, right?”

After hearing this, Quan Yong couldn't believe it. He has been struggling with giving up all these years, surviving in the swamp of despair every day, and the abyss of despair will swallow him completely, but the human race is so confident, almost thick Shameless, is the human race capable of resisting the ferocious Demon Horned Clan?
Every day in the frontier, they live in fear, and every attack they resist is exhausted physically and mentally.

In the past, the eldest prince Buglin would send people over, sending more people from time to time, so that they could have a chance to breathe.

Now, this only hope was snuffed out by the Emperor of the Dunes himself.

How could Quan Yong not complain, his heart was like dead ashes, he let out a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, I want to see how you find death."

Cao Zheng was about to clenched his fists, and then forced a smile and said, "Then follow me this way."

In fact, according to Cao Zheng, a high-level emperor, there is no need to bow his head to a city lord who is a small barbarian frontier fortress, let alone a little city lord who is still inexperienced and impulsive.

But Ye Feng respected these frontier fighters very much. Their tenacious defense of the country, their loyalty to their duties, and their tenacity and unyielding spirit were almost unmatched by anyone else.

No matter how rude these frontier fighters were, Ye Feng chose to respect them unconditionally. Although Cao Zheng was upset, he had to endure it.

Soon, Quan Yong invited him into the carriage.

Cao Zheng whispered a few words in the groom's ear, then clapped his hands, and several similar carriages appeared around him.

"Okay, you can go." Cao Zheng ordered.

Several carriages circled around in place, broke up, and then moved around.

When Quan Yong got off the carriage, he had already reached the outskirts far away from the city. He walked inside, and the bamboo forest was peeled off layer by layer, revealing an elegant residence.

Ye Feng had been waiting for a long time, the tea was brewed, and he was waiting for someone to come.

On the way here, Quan Yong had already calmed down completely. Seeing Ye Feng now, he felt a little more comfortable and less impulsive.

Seeing Quan Yong stepping in, Ye Feng snapped his fingers, and saw layers of transparent thin covers fall down from the summit, sealing everything here.

The corner of Quan Yong's mouth raised, and he jokingly said, "Didn't you think that the human race would also use these moves? What are you doing so cautiously? No one will come to eavesdrop on you. Do you think you are a big shot?"

Ye Feng was not annoyed after hearing this, he just laughed, "I don't know how you think you can be called a big shot?"

Quan Yong approached and sat down. He was not a rude person, and since he agreed to come, he calmed down a bit.

"A person who can be called a great man must have a heart for the world, a heroic ambition, and devote himself to the world." Quan Yong said, feeling ridiculous, "There are people who can be called a great man in this world. How many are it?"

"Forget it, why are you talking about this. Your name is Ye Feng, right? I advise you to pack up your things and run away. Without the backing of the Dune Empire, those members of the Demon Horn Clan will never let you go." Yong said helplessly, he looked extremely embarrassed at the moment, and his words were full of decadence, but there was a strange determination in his eyes.

Ye Feng smiled and said: "I don't know what you think the frontier city needs most now?"

Thinking of this, Quan Yong couldn't help clenching his fists, and said with deep eyes: "Hope."

"If there is still hope, then the situation of our frontier fortresses will not get worse, at least we can last for a few more years." Quan Yong sighed. For their frontier fortress fighters, it is their responsibility wish.

"What if I could give you hope?" Ye Feng wrote lightly.

(End of this chapter)