In the City of the Gods, the city lord Sima Zhou sat on a throne made of black iron. His shining green eyes stared blankly at the eight deputy city lords and seventy-two elders standing in the lobby.
In addition to the high-level officials of these gods' cities, there are also city lords from the twenty-four nearest cities who are also gathered here.
Everyone lowered their heads and said nothing, transferring all the pressure to Sima Zhou. Who made him the city lord of the city of God's favor, who made him the oldest senator in the land of God's favor, and who made him the closest person to the envoy of God
Since Sima Zhou was in charge of everything when the divine envoys came and took away the carefully selected elders and young people from the land of gods, then he should be left to worry about the situation at hand.
Demons and monsters from outside the land of gods finally broke into this peaceful and peaceful paradise. Those guards, those guards who brought a sense of security to all the natives of the Land of the Gods, those guard chiefs with terrifying power, they were all dead, all dead, silently, inexplicably, without a single wound.
They were dead and there was no one left to defend the land of gods. So what else could they do besides compromise
Of course, they would have to pay a heavy price for compromising, and the God's envoy might hold them responsible for the matter afterwards. This responsibility can only be shouldered by Sima Zhou. Who else can shoulder this responsibility besides him? Who is willing to shoulder this damn responsibility
The image in the precious mirror is very clear, very clear.
That foreign devil with thick eyebrows like machetes, he actually broke Sima Ao's arm in one fell swoop. Since he can hurt Sima Zuo, he can hurt everyone present. They just broke their arm, what if the blow was aimed at their head
"They want us to open all the warehouses, and they want us to... hand over the children of the Land of Gods to them." Sima Zhou's voice was hoarse: "I heard from our ancestors that the demons and monsters outside eat human flesh. , drink human blood, and use human skin to make clothes. If our children are handed over to them, then... "
The city lords and elders in the lobby trembled at the same time. After a long time, an elder from the City of Gods lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Although everyone has a common ancestor, those mud-legged people outside the city Sons are not our children. As long as they are not our direct relatives, just mud-legged people outside the city, there is no harm in giving them some."
Sima Zhou breathed a sigh of relief. Someone said this, and the pressure on his shoulders suddenly eased a lot.
He rubbed his brows and said calmly: "But if too many people are leaving, there will be a shortage of people to take care of those medicine fields."
Another elder said coldly: "There will be no shortage of people to take care of them. Just let the remaining mud-legged people work more. Even if they have to leave half of them, the remaining people will only take care of them more than before. What does it matter if there are twice as many medicinal fields?”
A deputy city lord blinked his eyes and said softly: "In short, it is the last word to protect ourselves first. We don't have the strength to resist these terrible murderers. Even if the angels come in the future, we will not be blamed."
Sima Zhou closed his eyes, thought for a while, and then sighed softly: "In that case, so be it."
In City No. 1, the Yinxue singer held the Ten Directions Transcendence and vigorously traced the lotus petal patterns on the surface with his fingers. Sima Zuo curled up on the big chair with a pale face, his lips kept trembling, and he turned his head from time to time to look at the wound on his shoulder.
Others in the lobby, including Yin Xuege himself, also carefully observed Sima Zu's wounds with their spiritual consciousness. His arm was shattered, and there was a gap on his shoulder as big as the mouth of a bowl of ocean. Judging from the wound, Sima Ao's skin, muscles, meridians, bones, bone marrow and other tissues all showed signs of being integrated and inseparable from each other.
These body tissues of his body showed a magnificent fiery red color, exuding a compelling high temperature. His dermis is fiery red, his muscles are also fiery red, his meridians and blood vessels are also fiery red, and his bones are also fiery red, and they are all translucent glass-like.
What flows in the blood vessels is not blood in the conventional sense, but a strange energy that looks like mercury, but is actually as intangible as flowing light. And it doesn't just flow in the blood vessels, but passes through the blood vessels and nourishes every fiber of the body at the same time.
This is the body of a saint. I think the bodies of Taoists who are at the same level as Sima Zu also look like this.
Monk Yunluo and the others observed Sima Ao's wounds very carefully. In the Holy Spirit Realm, it is impossible for them to have the opportunity to see an injured Taoist. Even if a Taoist is severely injured, disciples of Monk Yunluo's level will not have the opportunity to observe his wounds with their own eyes.
Sima Zuo's wound is of great significance to these low-level immortals. This change in which the body's muscles are almost integrated into one body vaguely contains some mysterious laws of heaven and earth. The blood that was not limited to the blood vessels, but flowed freely like floods in the river, gave them some wonderful feelings.
Now these immortals from the Holy Spirit Realm in the lobby really want to chop Sima Zu into pieces and understand his body piece by piece. Perhaps by observing his body, they can easily cross the bottleneck between the realm of True Immortal and Golden Immortal.
Of course, even the boldest and most arrogant people would not dare to make such a request. They have frightened these city lords and elders in the land of gods. This is already a great blessing. If they dare to make some unreasonable demands on these old monsters, they will be asking for death.
Not to mention them, even if all the powerful people in the Holy Spirit Realm in the Void Spiritual Realm join forces, they would not dare to make excessive demands on these old monsters in the God's Favored Land. At least for now, all Monk Yunluo and the others know is that the Miaowen Buddha is a master of the Taoist Realm.
But even if Miao Wen Buddha is present, he would not dare to be too presumptuous towards a saint who is a hundred times his size, right
Yin Xuege, Monk Yunluo, and Taoist Xiexue and Hanzhu exchanged glances - they all made the same decision, make a fortune and leave, leaving this terrible place blessed by the gods as quickly as possible. .
The city lords and elders here are all saint-level beings. Who knows what terrible secrets this ghost place hides
Being able to treat a saint like a fat pig in captivity, thinking about the terrifying place, even though Yin Xuuge was always bold, he only felt horrified, and the pores on his body kept spitting out cold air.
In the mirror hanging on the wall of the lobby, a haggard-looking Sima Zhou appeared. He brushed his long beard and said warmly: "We have made a decision. All distinguished guests have come from afar, so we naturally have to fulfill our friendship as landlords. All the city's warehouses are free for you to choose. Just take whatever you like."
After a pause, Sima Zhou lowered his eyelids and said solemnly: "If you want the people of my God's Land... that's fine. However, I hope you will treat them well and never kill and abuse them wantonly. In addition, this number Half! We can only give you half of the people in all the villages and towns outside the city. If there is any more, our medicine fields will not be able to take care of it."
A big fat pig!
Yin Xuuge quickly exchanged glances with the others. Is it really a big fat pig—Sima Zhou, the lord of the city blessed by the gods? He actually stated his bottom line so openly? Half of the people? Half of the people in all the villages and towns outside the city
This has exceeded Yin Xuege's psychological expectations. When they discovered that the city lords and elders of this damn god's land were all saint-level existences, their goal was actually just to steal some of the elixir. .
But Sima Zhou and the others were actually willing to hand over half of their people, so...
Before anyone else could speak, Yin Xuege's left hand flashed with blood, and hundreds of blood-sea Yaksha, Blood-sea Asura and other evil ghosts with the most ferocious faces flew out one after another. They rushed out of the lobby, suspended in mid-air, puffing out clouds and mist, creating all kinds of weird illusions, making themselves even more ugly.
"Half? No, it's not enough." Yin Xuege said coldly: "Sixty-and-a-half percent, hand over 65% of the people, plus you open all the warehouses for us to choose at will, we can swear not to come again."
"Otherwise, hehe." Yin Xuege, who had just swallowed a bottle of elixir and recovered most of the immortal power in his body, took a deep breath. The immortal power was like a torrent flowing into Shifang Chaodu, and the magic weapon once again burst out with dazzling light.
"Sixty and a half, sixty and a half, we agree!" Sima Zhou in the mirror wiped the sweat on his forehead and hissed: "But you can only attack the villages and towns outside the city, the people inside the city , are all our direct descendants, you are not allowed to act rashly."
"The people in the city are not allowed to be touched?" Yin Xuege jumped up and roared angrily: "The people in the city are not allowed to be touched? Then... Okay, I'll give you some face. It's okay to not touch the people in the city. All of you city lords , Elders, each of you will donate 10% of your Dao essence and blood to us!"
Monk Yunluo, Xie Xue, Taoist Hanzhu, Le Youyou and others' eyes lit up at the same time!
The essence and blood of the saint! How come they didn't think of this? The essence and blood of the saint! Every drop is a rare treasure formed by the creation of heaven and earth, and the beauty of heaven and earth. For the great masters of the Taoist Realm, their condensed natal essence and blood are actually the crystallization of the fusion of their whole body’s energy and spirit and their understanding of the Tao. Even the peak golden immortals would break their heads to fight for this treasure.
If a peak golden immortal who practices flame Taoism gets a drop of Tao essence blood with the same attributes, he can definitely step into the Taoist realm.
The Tao Master's condensed Dao Dharma can only increase the probability of a Peak Golden Immortal's breakthrough by a few percent. Only a drop of Dao Essence and Blood can make a suitable Peak Golden Immortal break through 100% of the time.
Sima Zhou was stunned. He frowned, and a purple air spurted out from the center of his eyebrows. Dozens of thumb-sized light clusters were faintly visible flickering in the purple air.
"The essence and blood of the Great Dao? Is this the essence and blood used for who knows what? Just 10%? Okay, we gave it." Sima Zhou said boldly: "As long as you swear not to come again, what does 10% of the essence and blood of the Great Dao count? However, we have some city lords and elders who have not yet condensed the essence and blood of the great avenue... "
Yin Xuuge also waved his hand generously and laughed: "They are not cultivated enough and have not condensed the essence and blood of the Great Dao. Then donate half of the blood in their bodies. Just half of the blood will not cost their lives."
In the lobby, Monk Yunluo and the others' eyes lit up again.
(End of chapter)