Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 608 This bitch has no good intentions at all

Mangchai struggled for a while, and then the light on the altar slowly dissipated, and the blood everywhere had disappeared.

At this time, its face was extremely pale, its skinny body swayed a few times, and then it turned around with difficulty.

"He's still here, but I still can't figure out his location..."

Venerable Hulan and others who had been waiting under the altar all let out a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Although the specific location of the boy is still not determined, it is enough to know that he is still in Magic Camel Mountain.

No one can survive the indiscriminate attacks from dozens of Ghost Clan's God-Transforming Lords and thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators.

At this time, more than ten powerful auras roared from the direction of Magic Camel Mountain.

The noise made by Master Mangchai's divination on the altar just now was too loud. How could the dozens of Mokui monks guarding Motuo Mountain not feel it.

In a short time, more than ten Nascent Soul monks from the Mokui tribe arrived above the valley.

"Let's get started, no chickens or dogs left behind..."

"The matter has been resolved and they will leave soon..."

For this round of siege, almost all the elite monks above the Nascent Soul realm of the Ghost Clan came out in full force.

Venerable Hulan frowned, then stretched out his hand to call over an old monster from the ghost clan next to him.

"Why bother with them? Just kill them all..."

At this moment, a mighty force that could destroy the heaven and earth fell from the sky in an instant.

At the same time, all the gathering places in Magic Camel Mountain suffered devastating blows.

After only a while, the old monster who went to negotiate came back.

"The great calamity is coming, run quickly..."

After hearing what Venerable Hulan said, the surrounding Ghost Clan monks all responded excitedly and loudly.

There was silence all around, the bloody smell filled the sky, and there was no trace of life at all.

After hearing this, Venerable Hulan waved his hands at them with a smile.

Countless monks were running around like headless flies, with wailing and shouting everywhere.

The other party sneered after hearing this, and raised his hand to make a downward motion.

"Boy, let me see where you go this time..."

"After all, this is the territory of the Mokui tribe. It is better not to cause trouble. Just drive these people away. I understand that the Mokui tribe will not fall out with us because of these human races..."

All the monks in the gathering place felt their eyes go dark, and they were shocked to the point of bleeding and dizziness.

As a chaotic shout came, all the human monks in the gathering area looked into the air and saw two huge bodies roaring away.

At this time, a sudden earth-shaking loud noise came, and the entire Wulong Valley was shaken violently.

Using them to deal with the dozens of human gatherings in Demon Tuo Mountain is definitely a cannon to swat mosquitoes.

Venerable Hulan nodded with satisfaction, and did not ask how the other party persuaded those Mokui monks.

"Look, the two adults of the God Clan have left..."

"Do we, the Ghost Clan, still have to look at the faces of the Demonic Sunflower Clan when we do things..."

Seeing the two figures that had disappeared at the end of the horizon, the human race in the gathering place stood stunned and became at a loss.

Seeing the figure of a Taoist cultivator whizzing away, Venerable Hulan showed a sinister smile on his face.

"The Demon Kui Clan is nothing. If it weren't for us, they would have been attacked by the Yan Mo Clan..."

In the eyes of the Ghost Clan monks, being able to say hello to those people is already a great honor to you.

The stone houses in the gathering area collapsed and collapsed, and the walls, roofs and beams were turned into powder in an instant.

Even the cottages scattered in the mountains were completely wiped off the ground by the indiscriminate attacks of the Ghost Clan monks.

"Go and negotiate with them, tell the Ghost Clan to do something, and let them leave Magic Camel Mountain within a moment..."

The ray of light rising into the sky just now in the distance also made the monks in the human gathering place in Wulong Valley panic.

At this time, all the ghost monks around the altar turned their attention to Venerable Hulan.

Rumors of an impending catastrophe have already been deeply rooted in the hearts of people all over Demon Tuo Mountain, but no one knows what will happen.

"If they don't know how to appreciate it, will we..."

The top management of the gathering place has ordered the entire city to be on alert. At this time, there is chaos everywhere.

Several old monsters from the ghost tribe next to them also had a sinister and violent expression on their faces.

A few breaths later, the originally crowded Wulong Valley gathering place had turned into a huge pit.

Although they were worried, fortunately there were still two Nascent Soul monks from the Mokui tribe guarding the place, which made them feel slightly relieved.

The entire Wulong Valley gathering place seemed to be crushed by an invisible force, and all the human monks were instantly crushed into puddles of flesh.

I don't know who yelled, and the gathering place suddenly became chaotic.

"Rumble..."

Not to mention the Demon Camel Mountain that stretches for tens of thousands of miles, such a terrifying force can destroy a small, medium-sized plane.

Just like the Xuanluo world where Su Fan was born, if they were attacked wildly by these ghost monks, there probably wouldn't be many people left.

But in order to kill Su Fan, the Ghost Clan couldn't care less about this.

Now he is a thorn in the hearts of all the ghost clan monks, no matter how much the price is paid, they will not hesitate.

At this moment, Su Fan was sitting cross-legged in the secret realm of his body, and he had no idea what was happening outside.

"Master, all the ghost soldiers we deployed throughout Magic Camel Mountain have lost contact..."

After hearing Sister Zhen's words, Su Fan suddenly frowned.

Although he summoned Yaksha and many ghost soldiers back, he still left some deployed throughout the Demon Camel Mountain.

These ghost soldiers are hidden in the mountains near each village. Even if the ghost tribe launches an attack, they will not be affected.

Unless the Ghost Clan launched an indiscriminate attack, even the cottages scattered throughout the Demon Camel Mountain would not be spared.

"Did the Ghost Clan launch an indiscriminate attack? What's going on in Demon Camel Mountain now..."

Su Fan sent a thought to the Witch God Aji, but did not receive a reply from her.

"There are no humans left in Demon Camel Mountain. The Ghost Clan has wiped out all human gathering places and villages..."

After a while, her voice reached my ears.

What the hell...

Magic Camel Mountain stretches for tens of thousands of miles, with more than a dozen human race gathering places and countless dotted cottages almost everywhere.

In such a large area, it is not an easy task to destroy more than a dozen gathering places and countless cottages of all races.

"How many people from the Ghost Clan have come..."

"Dozens of god-incarnation venerables, thousands of Nascent Soul monks, almost all the elite monks of the Ghost Clan came out..."

After hearing what the witch god Aji said, Su Fan was stunned. He never expected that in order to kill him, the Ghost Clan would actually create such a large formation, such a huge combat force, it would be enough to participate in the Star Territory War.

Su Fan felt a deep sense of guilt in his heart. These people all died because of him.

"Are all the humans outside dead?"

"The shelters I established have saved tens of thousands of people, half of them male and female, all believers in the witchcraft sect, all under the age of twenty..."

After listening to the words of the witch god Aji, Su Fan suddenly understood.

He finally figured it out, this girl didn't have any good intentions at all.

She selected some young monks with good qualifications from all over Motuo Mountain to join the Wumen and become her devout believers. As for the life and death of others, she didn't care at all.

What Su Fan is now certain is that his aura was leaked intentionally by the witch god Aji.

This bitch lured the ghost tribe here because she wanted to use their hands to kill all the tribes in Demon Tuo Mountain.

When all the humans in Motuo Mountain are dead, this place will become the witchcraft temple for her followers.

The entire human race in Motuo Mountain must be in the millions.

"Those are millions of living people. They died like this. Don't you feel any guilt at all..."

Su Fan didn't want to have any more chatting with the wizard god Aji, so he asked directly.

"Haha... What's the use of keeping those millions of rubbish? These tens of thousands of young monks I selected will be the seeds for the rise of all races in the Netherbone Star Territory..."

The voice of the witch god Aji was indifferent and cold, and there was no trace of humanity.

She sneered, and then continued: "Millions of people dead are nothing. Those cruel races in the Netherbone Star Territory eat no less humans than this every day..."

Su Fan remained silent, and his mind went blank at this time.

Although he has a cold and indifferent nature and has experienced countless bloody battles, he can still be regarded as a murderer.

The total number of Su Lun and Ghost tribesmen who participated in Su Fan's blood sacrifice alone must be in the millions.

But when he knew that millions of people died because of him, he couldn't calm down.

It's not that Su Fan has any Holy Mother's heart, after all, he is not a native of this world of cultivation.

After living for decades in the previous life, my three views have long been formed.

It was really difficult for him to accept this all at once.

"The human race in the Nether Bone Star Territory lives in an ignoble existence, with no ambition to make progress. They are willing to be slaves to foreign races, and even become the beasts of other races. They are a shame to the human race, and they deserve to die..."

Seeing Su Fan sitting there dumbly and still not speaking, the witch god Aji continued to stimulate his nerves.

"Haha... Your Taoist heart is already flawed. If you want to make up for it, then go kill the Ghost Clan and avenge the millions of fellow clansmen outside. I can help you..."

There was no emotion in the voice of the witch god Aji.

The reason why she led the Ghost Clan to Demon Camel Mountain was to allow her tens of thousands of followers to monopolize Demon Camel Mountain.

Although the spiritual resources here are average, it is enough for her tens of thousands of followers.

Witch God Aji believes that as long as she is given a few hundred years, the witchcraft will definitely flourish in the Netherbone Star Territory.

And after more than ten thousand years, the human race in the Nether Bone Star Region will be able to gain the power to fight against other races through the complete system of Wumen Taoism.

In addition, she has another purpose.

The witch god Aji knew Su Fan too well. Even though this kid was evil-minded and could kill without blinking an eye, he had his own bottom line.

How could this kid remain indifferent as he watched millions of people in Motuo Mountain die because of him.

Although she was inseparable from this incident, it was the Ghost Clan who committed the murder.

If he wants to make up for the flaws in his Taoist heart, he must avenge these millions of people.

The Ghost Tribe is a native of Mi Rongtian. Although the Ghost Tribe is relatively small in number compared to other races in the Ghost Bone Star Territory, there are always hundreds of millions of the same tribe.

If this kid had murderous intentions, he wouldn't be able to kill a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

In the past, when the witch god Aji tried to seduce Su Fan, she didn't even try to hide her purpose this time.

Because she had already calculated correctly, even if there was a big pit ahead, Su Fan would jump into it without hesitation.

But after a long time, Su Fan didn't speak. He just sat there silently without speaking.

Witch God Aji knew that she had already said everything she needed to say, and she should give Su Fan some time at this time, so she stopped disturbing Su Fan.

Nowadays, she has a lot on her plate. She has established more than a dozen shelters throughout Magic Camel Mountain, and tens of thousands of believers have to worry about her a lot.

Su Fan sat cross-legged in the cave in the secret realm. He sat quietly for a whole day without saying a word.

This frightened Sister Zhen and she stayed by Su Fan's side.

But she didn't dare to alert her master, so she could only wait beside him anxiously.

It wasn't until evening that Sister Zhen drifted into the house again.

"Master, it's time to eat..."

After waiting for a while, Su Fan shook his head.

"You eat first, I'm not hungry..."

Sister Zhen floated over cautiously, gently hugged Su Fan's arm, and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Master, if you have anything unhappy, you can tell me..."

Su Fan turned his head and glanced at Sister Zhen.

"I'm fine, I just want to be quiet..."

After hearing the master's words, Sister Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest.

"Master, you almost scared me to death..."

After a while, Su Fan took a deep breath.

He smiled slightly and said: "The sky is huge and the earth is big, and the biggest thing is eating. Let's go to eat. What delicious food will we make today..."

After hearing this, Sister Zhen immediately became energetic and said as if she was offering a treasure: "Today I made braised bear paws, stewed tiger bone soup and salt and pepper snake steak..."

She knew that her master was a foodie, so she worked all afternoon just to make her master feel better.

But Sister Zhen knew that although the master was talking and laughing now, he still had something on his mind.

In Demon Camel Mountain, Venerable Hulan was suspended high in the sky, looking at the vast mountains below with cold eyes.

If it wasn't for killing that kid, I'm afraid it would never come to a place like this where rabbits don't poop.

For the millions of people who died under the indiscriminate attacks of the Ghost Clan, it was nothing to the Ghost Clan monks.

In the eyes of the Ghost Clan, the human race is like a two-legged sheep.

Many monks in the clan like to eat fresh food, and it is inevitable that all kinds of fresh low-level races and exotic beasts will be on the table.

If a monk from a powerful race killed so many of his own race, the Ghost Clan would also take bloody revenge.

But the murderer turned out to be a human race, which made the entire race feel an unprecedented shame and humiliation.

(End of this chapter)