The voice was cold and calm, like dead water without any ups and downs.
But for some reason, Chiji suddenly felt a chill rising from his tailbone, causing his thighs to tremble and all the hair on his body to suddenly stand up.
His body was stiff and tense, as if he had turned into a stone sculpture. He slowly moved his feet bit by bit and looked back.
Although he had guessed who the person was when he heard the voice and felt the pressure as if from the abyss of the ocean, he still couldn't believe it.
Until the tall figure and handsome face of the man opposite came into view, Chijiu's pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of fear finally appeared on his face for the first time, "You, why are you here? Weren't you led into the formation by my god-level puppet?"
Ji Mingyu's expression was very calm, his dark starry eyes occasionally flashed red, and they were so deep that no emotion could be seen, but there was a kind of crazy murderous intent that was about to come suppressed in the depths of his pupils, as if it would erupt at any time.
He slowly raised his lips into a sinister smile and whispered, "You just said that you want someone to be your mistress, and who you want to abuse and then throw to me? Why don't you say it again in front of me now?"
"Ji... Mingyu, the Lord of Hell!" Chijiu stumbled, his eyes full of panic.
Suddenly, his body shook, and without thinking, he turned into smoke and escaped.
However, just as his body disappeared into the air, Ji Mingyu swung the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and slashed it in mid-air.
Suddenly, a red eagle's howl was heard in the void, and blood splattered in the air. Then, the red eagle fell heavily to the ground, its face ashen, and its eyes full of fear and panic.
Ji Mingyu pointed the Xuanyuan Sword at the ground and approached him step by step, "Wei Zixi has really gone backwards. His subordinates have raised a piece of trash like you who is not worthy of being on the stage."
Although he was speaking sarcastically, his voice was still extremely cold and filled with murderous intent.
Chijiu was lying on the ground, his face was pale, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, he supported himself on the ground with both hands, and moved outwards little by little, muttering: "You... you can't kill me, if you kill me the Demon Lord will know. He is in the Wuji Sea, the Demon Lord will never let you go, never let you go!"
Ji Mingyu said coldly: "I did say something wrong just now. I can't kill you."
A smile appeared on Chiji's face, and his eyes showed a sense of having survived a disaster.
As expected, the God of the Underworld is still afraid of his master, so he can be saved.
However, Ji Mingyu's next words sent him straight into hell: "Killing you and letting you be free, how can I agree to such a thing?"
"So, at least for the next few hours, I will not kill you. Instead, I will make you suffer a hell on earth at all times. This is the only way to reward you for your courage in challenging me, isn't it?"
Chiji's eyes suddenly widened, full of despair. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.
At this moment, for some reason, the images of the female monks begging, crying, fearful and desperate expressions emerged in his mind.
At that time, the red eagle felt extremely happy listening to their cries and screams.
Watching them kneel before me and beg for mercy, being wantonly insulted by those ugly villagers, falling from the high altar to hell, becoming ants who cannot control their own life and death, I feel excited. (To be continued)