This evil king is a little annoying

Chapter 312 Drought Demon (1)

"It, wild dog, wild cat, wild fox, it's not Bai Ze anyway."

A large piece of chicken bones flew towards Gongziyu, mixed with Xiaozhu's roar: "Youngziyu, this immortal wants to fight you to the death!"

Su Qiqi and son Yu returned to the barracks and immediately went to see Huamanlou.

Huamanlou, who has always been like a warm spring breeze, has a rare worry on his face.

Su Qiqi immediately felt that what she encountered this time would be very difficult.

Sure enough, Hua Manlou said, "The scout sent to the north of Jinjiang has just returned from flying pigeons to pass on the book. Nangong Sheng has searched many virgins in the people and wants to perform blood sacrifices."

"Blood sacrifice?" Su Qiqi was taken aback, with Nangong Sheng's temperament, if he sacrificed blood, he would definitely not be able to sacrifice anything good.

"After my guess, he probably wanted to bring a drought to the world."

Bai Ze is a fairy beast, Han Man is a ghost, Bai Ze is auspicious, but the birth of Han Man can wipe out water in a hundred miles around.

Nangong Sheng actually wanted to sacrifice such evil things to counter the fate that Bai Ze brought to Su Qiqi.

"Is it too late to stop him?" Su Qiqi couldn't help worrying about what kind of misery this kind of evil thing would bring to the people of Jin Kingdom.

People take food as the sky, but drought can make the people lose their crops, and disasters continue wherever they go.

Such evil things will definitely cause chaos in the world. What is Nangong Sheng's heart in peace? If he sacrifices the drought, the people suffer. Isn't his throne even more unstable.

"It's too late, we are still consolidating the city, and we are unable to go north directly, so we can only let him come." Hua Manlou was obviously very dissatisfied with what Nangong Sheng had done.

Su Qiqi called Xiaozhu and asked, "Xiaozhu, do you know about the scorpion?"

"Oh, that woman, no, that female ghost, why, who didn't want to live anymore and got her out?" Xiaozhu said in surprise.

"Saint Nangong."

"That female ghost is so crazy that she even killed the deed master, Nangong Sheng is really courting death." Xiaozhu looked disdainful.

Young Master Yu suddenly said, "Xiaozhu, who is stronger and who is weaker between you and her?"

"It should be me."

"What should be?"

"The spiritual power in the world is thin, and it is impossible for me and her to fight with their natural strength. To put it bluntly, it depends on whose deed master is the most powerful. Of course, I think my deed master is the most powerful."

While Xiao Zhu was talking, his conversation suddenly changed: "However, you are afraid of fire, so you have the most advantage."

After all, Xiaozhu is an old river and lake that has lived for thousands of years. In one sentence, he pointed out the most fatal weakness of the drought.

Gong Ziyu looked at his palm, slowly held it, closed his eyes and said, "Sure enough, you still want me to go to the guitar."

In the empty hall, there is a half-person-high stone platform in the middle, but a dead bone is placed on the stone platform.

The most terrifying thing was that the whole hall was covered with blood, and candles hung on the beams of the hall, and the candle light was bright and dim.

Nangong Sheng closed his eyes, spread his hands, stood in a pool of blood, and muttered: "The time has come, you, it's time to come!"

As soon as the words fell, the blood donations on the ground seemed to have life, and they rushed to the dead bones on the stone platform, and the blood immediately disappeared as if they were absorbed by the dead bones.

The black withered bones gradually turned white, and blood continued to pour in until the withered bones turned pure white.

The remaining blood is around the dead bones, looking like a blood-colored cocoon from a distance.

After a long time, the blood cocoon suddenly burst open, and then there was a melodious sound like a bell from the stone platform.

(End of this chapter)