Temple of Madness

Chapter 497 Deity Transformation
Chapter 497 Transforming God

In the entire Huaxia Continent, there is no trace of the human race, and there are monster races and fallen angels everywhere.

They roamed the entire Huaxia Continent. Although the human race had been transferred to Penglai Wonderland by Zhang Yang, there were still some people who were unwilling to give up their property and chose to hide in the Huaxia Continent.

Because of their luck at the time, these people were captured by the demon tribe. Some of them were killed by the demon tribe on the spot and swallowed into their stomachs. Some of them were taken away by the fallen angels and became their slaves to build castles for them.

At this moment, in the Huaxia Continent, because greed has not been transferred to the hearts of the human race, Zhang Yang is extremely missed. If they are given a chance to start again, they will definitely not be greedy for money, and will definitely choose to transfer to the secret realm without hesitation.

And those who were imprisoned in the dungeon, the Protoss and the people in the Palace of Hades all prayed silently in their hearts, Zhang Yang must reshape the golden body as soon as possible, and now the only person in the world who can be relatively good with Satan is Zhang Yang.

Ever since Yan Mo knew that Hades was swallowed by Satan that day, he fell into a state of sluggishness. No matter how his queen mother comforted him, he turned a deaf ear and stared blankly at the dark corner.

"Son, you can't continue to be decadent. You have to cheer up quickly. Your eldest brother will soon finish reshaping his golden body and rush to the Nine Heavens to avenge your father! At that time, we will definitely fight Satan again!" There's a big fight, don't you want to just sit here blankly without doing anything?"

The Queen of Ghosts looked at her only son with reluctance, sighed helplessly, and gently put his hand on his head and touched it, but Yan Mo seemed to be unable to hear anything. looking ahead.

"...Hey... my child, if your father is really dead, you will be the only one who inherits the Palace of Hades. You can't continue to be so decadent."

In the dungeon, the voice of the ghost queen would ring out every day, but Yan Mo never said a word.

Until one day, Satan's subordinates opened the cage and took away a protoss and a person from the Palace of Hades.The people who were taken away never came back after they went out. Everyone knew that these people were probably in danger.

There were fewer and fewer people in the dungeon, and the atmosphere became more and more oppressive, and the ghost queen also began to fall into confusion.

"...I will not let you take my son with you. If you dare to take my son away, I will burn my primordial spirit and die with you."

On this day, Satan's subordinates were finally about to take Yan Mo away, and the ghost queen immediately threw herself in front of him, blocking her only son with her body, preventing them from taking him away.

"Hmph, Lord Satan named the people who are going to be taken away, do you think you can stop them?"

The fallen angel glanced at the ghost queen with a sneer, and slapped him away.

In order to control these protoss and people in the Palace of Hades, and prevent them from having any chance to resist, so when they were imprisoned, Satan injected a demonic energy into each of them to suppress the pure spiritual energy in them.

So at this moment, even though the strength of the ghost mother has reached the 8th level of ecstasy, she can still be easily slapped away by a fallen angel in front of her who is not in the realm of Baoyuan, and falls to the ground.

At this moment, Yan Mo, whose eyes were already like a pool of stagnant water, finally loosened. He glared at the fallen angel angrily, rushed towards him with all his strength, threw him to the ground, and beat him continuously with his fists. face.

"Get out! How dare you touch my mother, I'll kill you."

The other fallen angels accompanying him looked at Yan Mo with smirks in their eyes, but no one offered to help, instead they stood by the side as if watching a good show.

The fallen angel who was riding under Yan Mo's eyes sank, and a piercing aura erupted from his body, which shook him away and hit the wall behind him.

"Hmph! If Lord Satan hadn't asked to see you by name, I wouldn't be merciful to you."

Yan Mo's fist seemed to be very hard, but when it hit the body of Baoyuan Realm, it was like two light slaps, and there was no pain at all.

"How long do you guys have to watch the show? Hurry up and take him to meet Lord Satan."

A few fallen angels smiled sarcastically, and immediately walked in front of Yan Mo, lifted him up, and walked out of the dungeon as if grabbing a bag of trash.

The ghost queen immediately rushed to the front of the cage in panic, clutching the cold railing with both hands, and shouted loudly: "Where are you taking my son?"

"Yan Mo! My son!"

The ghost queen's desolate voice sounded behind him, making Yan Mo's heart throb like a dagger was stabbed into him, his nose was sore, and his eye sockets were a little moist.

The fallen angel beside him gave him a mocking look, and said coldly, "Hehe, don't worry, because the supplies will be reunited soon."

"Brother, what are you talking about? It should be said that the three of them will soon be reunited in Lord Sandan's stomach."

"Haha, you're right, it's true that their family of three will be reunited."

Amidst the harsh laughter of the fallen angels, Yan Mo was grabbed by his collar and entered the temple.

At this moment, the temple has no aura, and there is evil and gloomy evil energy everywhere, and the whole hall is also full of oppressive thick fog.

Satan was holding his chin, sitting on the skeleton throne in the center of the hall, looking at Yan Mo with a cold face.

"I heard that you have been in a daze since you were imprisoned. See if you have regained some consciousness, or are you ready to die with me and die together?"

Yan Mo was thrown into the center of the temple by the fallen angel. He stood up with difficulty and stared at Satan in front of him with eyes full of hatred.

"Hmph! The fish are dead and the net is broken, and we all die together? You have blocked all my aura, how can I burn my soul? I am just a mortal in front of you."

"Hehe, it seems that you have come out of your sorrow now. If this is the case, how about we make a deal? As long as you answer my question, I can let you and your queen mother go, and then in the land of China Circle a piece of land and let you, mother and son, spend your old age in peace."

Yan Mo clenched his fists tightly, silently looking at Satan in front of him.

"Do you think I'll believe your nonsense? You dishonorable villain."

Satan didn't show any expression because of Yan Mo's curse, he still held his chin with a smile in his eyes, and looked at him leisurely.

At this moment, there is no aura to protect the body, and Yan Mo is just a mortal. Facing the coercion of Satan, his internal organs feel oppressed, as if his blood vessels are about to burst at any time, and he dies on the spot.

"...I'll give you half a stick of incense to think about your situation."

(End of this chapter)