Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

Ordinary fried shit can no longer satisfy Zhou Li.

It's nothing more than setting a toilet on fire. It may be scary for some ordinary people or people who still have moral bottom line and dignity, but for those people in Shura City who enjoy the death penalty, it is already a familiar thing.

Tang Chao said that there were more than 30 sewer pipe explosions in the past two years. Even the "Wind" organization under the commander-in-chief was forced to issue a legal provision that "killing people is allowed, but blowing up toilets is punishable by death."

Therefore, Shura City had long been accustomed to these filthy things, and also accustomed to these things flying everywhere on the streets. If Zhou Li was just simply blowing up shit, it could only be said that he was a poor imitation of the predecessors of Shura City.

but.

Who is Zhou Li?

"He is not a human being..."

Looking at the dead silent Shura City, Tang Chao curled up, hugged his knees and trembled.

One minute and thirty-six seconds, just one minute and thirty-six seconds, the entire Shura City became a dead city. Those originally dark, angry, and bloodthirsty sinners broke their necks at that moment and died beautifully in the yellow mud.

If someone could look down from above, these dead people and the yellow river would be like a perfect and crazy painting. The tranquility of the dead and the filth formed a sharp contrast, like a peaceful painting of hell.

Yes, this is Zhou Li’s purpose.

He had never thought of simply blowing shit up, which was boring and had no clear meaning. But now it was different. After communicating with the yellow-clothed painter, Zhou Li obtained the authority of the ancient god, and then...

He poured his authority down the drain.

If it was just the authority to summon the Yellow-robed Painter, it would not be enough. In other words, Zhou Li could rely on the Yellow-robed Painter's authority to defeat many people, but it would be difficult to kill everyone in the city.

But it's different now.

Through a disgusting explosion, the "ashes" of the Yellow Painter were spread. When the ashes were inhaled, these people were already tainted by the Old God.

It's very twisted, even the painter in yellow hopes that Zhou Li can play with some clean twists.

But it works very well.

The ancient gods are not afraid of you hating their existence, nor are they afraid of your anger. As long as you think and start to care about the ancient gods among those filthy things, you are dead.

But unfortunately, Shura City had been hit by too many cesspool explosions, so instead of having their minds go blank at first, they began to think about the source of the explosion.

Then the painter in yellow said hello to them.

It's that simple.

"See, I told you."

Zhou Li spread his hands and put on a Mamba, I-chop-I-sai expression, and said happily: "There is no way out just by blowing up shit."

"You didn't leave any chance for others to survive."

Tang Cen complained: "This is the most sanity-destroying scene I've seen this year."

"What is the umbrella value?"

The black cat, whose eyes were covered by Zhou Li, asked curiously, "What happened? Why can't I see?"

Looking at the strange curves on every head and the happy expressions on every face immersed in the Yellow Sea, Jiang Li's face was extremely heavy, and he said in a deep voice:
"Kitten, don't look at that."

This is the power of the ancient gods.

Just one kind of "pollution", combined with another kind of pollution, caused all the criminals in an entire city to commit suicide. Such power is truly terrifying.

Only then did Jiang Li understand why Huangdi would try his best to kill Chiyou after learning that Chiyou was contaminated by the ancient gods.

Ancient Gods... cannot be described in words.

Although the Yellow-robed Painter is inclined to believe that Zhou Li exists, no one knows whether Ma Liang, who was once a human, will completely turn into a yellow-robed man one day, and whether the humanity in him will be torn apart by the abyss like a torrent.

The ancient gods cannot be trusted.

When a person's existence itself is a disaster, none of his good intentions can serve as an anchor for people to hold on to.

Zhou Li didn't feel anything about this, or maybe the ancient gods he had seen so far were all a bit "weak". He looked at Shura City, which had become a dead city, and sighed. "What a pity."

He looked at his feet and said with some regret: "It wasn't blown up enough."

"what?"

Jiang Li blinked and asked in confusion: "Why do you say that?"

"do you know?"

Zhou Li twisted his arm and said helplessly: "When you know that someone controls a secret realm, you have to consider whether there is..."

The twisted, the dead, the broken ones.

They wriggled their limbs and stood up.

They turned their eyes and scanned constantly.

at last···

Looked at Zhou Li.

Jiang Li was dumbfounded.

If a group of people found Zhou Li and others and were ready to rush over and kill them all, Jiang Li would probably not be too scared. At most, he could fight and retreat at the same time, and he could also modify the data of many small worlds, so he might be able to break out of the siege.

But it is different now.

This is a group of dead people stained with a horrible shit-yellow color.

Imagine that a mop can bring Lu Bu back to life.

What about thousands of Lu Bu?
Zhou Li's expression also changed.

【Ah】

A light laugh came from the void.

"Old Zhou, can this be solved?"

Tang Cen's voice couldn't help but tremble a little: "Why don't you rush in and let him vent his anger? Anyway, with the Immortal here, you may not die."

"hehe."

Zhou Li laughed, shook his head casually, and then...

"Why the fuck are you still standing there running? ahh ...

Seeing Zhou Li riding away, Jiang Li picked up the black cat who didn't know what was going on and held it in his arms, then instantly transformed into an Autobot. After a powerful explosion, a black truck broke through the wall, and Tang Chao, who was completely stunned, and Tang Cen, who was holding the cat, squatted in the car.

Zhou Li turned over and grabbed the car door, then got in. Facing the corpses that were like a tide behind him, his face looked very ugly.

"Zhou Li, this is a big deal."

The large transport truck that Jiang Li transformed into was obviously more flexible, and it could freely drive around the city without Zhou Li's control. From time to time, it would do a tailspin drift, leaving a large part of the corpse tide behind it.

“It’s not a big deal.”

As Jiang Li drove himself, he said calmly, "Mr. Zhou, there is nothing wrong with what you are doing. These zombies have triggered some of the authority left by Tang Yugong, and they are not resurrected from the dead. In this case, they are still dead things, and the package area has been reversely contaminated by us."

"So what do we do now?!"

Tang Cen asked tremblingly, "I would rather be beaten to death by my father than be buried here."

"Hey."

At this moment, Zhou Li stretched out a finger and said slowly:
"I have a plan." (End of chapter)