dilemma.
"boom!"
On the wall of the cave, the dim oil lamp exploded with sparks and extinguished violently.
Several people were taken aback.
But what was even worse was that after losing the only light source, the entire cave was plunged into absolute darkness.
The greasy friction sound between the tentacles is so clear.
It was as if it happened right next to their ears.
"Shua!"
Light appeared.
The bloody halo filled the entire cave like flowing water.
But it didn't reassure the three elders of the Witch God Sect even a little bit.
A single bloody eye appeared on Ke Chen's back.
Almost took up his entire spine.
There was no evil or bloodthirsty in that eye, but it was filled with calmness, indifference and even a trace of pity, and it was looking at the three of them motionlessly.
The light source came from that one eye.
"What year has it been..."
"What year!?"
Hearing the evil eyes speak proactively, the three hurriedly knelt down.
The Great Elder trembled, and replied tremblingly: "Master, it is now the eleventh year of Yong'an."
The eleventh year of Yong'an... There was a moment of confusion in those eyes.
"Haha, I've never heard of an era name...but it's really interesting to see humans here."
"hiss…"
The Great Elder couldn't help opening his eyes wide, and gasped.
Judging from the meaning of the eyes, in the years he was active, the human race had not yet appeared on this land.
What an ancient existence this is...
"Great master, let us three lowly servants serve you. If our knowledge can help you in case, this will be an unforgettable honor for us in ten lifetimes!"
As an old magic stick who was born in the Witchcraft class.
The Great Elder didn't know how many times he had said these words to the Sorcerer God. Now that he had the opportunity, he didn't need to change a single word, just put it up and licked it.
However…
"You are too weak..."
The eyes rolled slightly, as if shaking his head, and he said calmly:
"Only the gods are qualified to be my servants. You are too weak. Even if the ants are loyal, what can they bring to the real dragon above the nine heavens?"
"Our knowledge...you must also want to know what's going on in the world right now."
Under life and death crisis.
With cold sweat on his forehead, the Great Elder said hurriedly:
"For example, just a month or two ago, a female saint who was less than twenty years old and proved the Tao with strength was born in the imperial capital of Great Xia!"
The Witch God Sect hated Jiang Zirou to the bone.
Even at this time, he was still ruthless, secretly "praising" her, trying to bring trouble to others.
"oh?"
Sure enough, upon hearing what the Great Elder said, the big blood-colored eyeballs showed a little curiosity.
A deep and magnetic voice came:
"If it's as you said, then she is really amazing, she has the appearance of becoming a god."
"Then we..." The Great Elder breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ah... As for you, it is natural to become my food. This is the treatment that only saints and even gods can have. You should feel honored and fall into death with lofty gratitude."
After waking up from an endless sleep, Big Eyeball seemed to be in a great mood.
So much so that there was a bit of chant in its voice, and the surrounding fine tentacles swayed gently along with his tone, like dancing a cheerful Gold Coast hula dance.
"no, you can not…"
The shadow of death is so frightening.
The Great Elder's expression was distorted, and he argued loudly, only to find that he could no longer make a sound.
At this moment, he felt as if a delicate juice was left along his skin.
He raised his palm in astonishment, seeing in despair that his own flesh and blood were melting rapidly, gathering together, leaving him with a cheerful gurgling sound like a stream of rivers returning to the sea.
"Hmph... Food doesn't have the right to reject one's own destiny."
That eye seemed a little unhappy, his cheerful singing gradually disappeared, and what stopped at the same time was the swaying "seaweed".
"The weak are ruled by fate, but I am ruled by fate..."
…
The first to discover the anomaly was the boatman on Nanting Lake.
When passing by Buzhou Mountain.
They were surprised to find that this majestic and magnificent mountain had disappeared and was shrouded in a black mist.
on the ship.
Some crew members insisted that through the black mist, they saw blood-colored eyes looking down on every ship passing by.
Observe everyone carefully.
The sailors laughed, most of them were old people who had traveled hundreds of times on Nanting Lake.
Never seen such a scene as he described.
Even the rest of the group said the man was crazy and probably saw something he shouldn't have seen.
So, not long after.
This crew member was really crazy and killed everyone on board, including his own family members and the captain who had just stepped into the realm of a master.
They tore their corpses to pieces and smeared every corner of the ship.
Before that, the crew member was just a weak scholar.
…
Immediately afterwards.
Those fishermen on the banks of Nanting Lake also found that something seemed wrong.
The wealth fish in Nanting Lake is not only a famous delicacy, but also a tonic that is very beneficial to warriors.
A few years ago, when Jiang Zirou passed by here, he tasted a bowl here.
In Nanyang City.
Many fishermen make a living by catching fortune fish in Nanting Lake.
But in the past few days, these fishermen found that the fish they caught were not quite right.
These are slender, black money fish.
Two huge eyes grew out that did not match his body shape, as if two bloody walnuts were stuffed into the fish's eyes abruptly.
The fishermen were taken aback.
They hurriedly threw the fish they caught back into the lake and ran back to their home.
But not long after, he contracted the disease and died in bed.
According to their family members, one of the strange things about these fishermen who died of illness was that their eyes were wide open, and they couldn't close them no matter what.
…
Afterwards, even ordinary residents in Nanyang City discovered that something was unusual.
In a school, a teacher who was over fifty years old asked the boys:
"What does the moon look like in the sky..."
"Like a bloody eye!"
The children raised their hands and answered in unison.
…
After several years of development.
Jin Yiwei seemed to have become a behemoth that surpassed the imperial power to some extent.
The strange things that happened in Nanyang City and Nanting Lake can't be hidden from this mysterious organization with minions spread all over the origin continent.
the day after it happened.
These things were summed up in detail and presented on Jiang Cheng's table.
as disciples of saints.
Jiang Cheng soon realized that this matter might be more troublesome than he imagined.
So, this afternoon, Jiang Cheng came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.