"No. www, QuanBen-XiaoShuo, coM" the God of Darkness shrugged and replied quickly. This shrug was obviously copied from Long Yi.
"Who could it be if it wasn't you?" Long Yi asked with a frown. Who has the ability to curse a holy city with such a developed magical civilization? You must know that the curse is not just one person but an entire city.
"I don't know." The God of Darkness replied simply.
"I don't know? How could you not know that you are the God of Darkness?" Long Yi asked with a sidelong glance. Is there anything in this world that God doesn't know
The God of Darkness glared at Long Yi with his purple eyes and asked, "Do you know how long I have been in the Demon Stone?"
Long Yi was stunned and replied: "It is said to be tens of thousands of years ago."
The God of Darkness smiled, his purple eyes filled with smiles, and he continued: "The lost city has been cursed for how long."
Long Yi suddenly realized it and secretly cursed himself for being stupid. The Lost City was probably cursed to die more than two thousand years ago, but the soul of the God of Darkness was trapped by the Demon Stone for tens of thousands of years. Although the God of Darkness firmly refused to admit that it was Trapped by the Demonic Stone, but Long Yi thought so. In this case, the time obviously didn't match up, but if it wasn't the God of Darkness, who would have such a great ability
"Old immortal, isn't it time you told me about that nonsense in the God Realm? What's going on?" Long Yi asked curiously, what kind of world is the God Realm? He met the God of Thunder and Darkness, and apart from the essential difference in strength, there seemed to be no difference.
The God of Darkness smiled sinisterly twice and said: "I have told you before that your strength is not enough."
"My current strength is not enough. When will I have to wait? God of Law? God of Swords?" Long Yi asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Who are you, the God of Magic and Sword God in Canglan Continent? Wait until you can wear one of the Thunder God suits to prove that you are qualified, but by then it won't matter whether I say it or not. What's important is that you have already been After being involved in this vortex, the truth is waiting for you to slowly unravel it yourself, jie jie jie." The black shadow monster said with a smile.
Long Yi curled his lips and understood in his heart that he was no longer an outsider after receiving the Thunder God inheritance. Perhaps it was destined that he would be unable to escape from the Canglan Continent from the very beginning. To be precise, it was the entire Canglan Continent. No one can escape this situation, but some people remain ignorant throughout their lives. And he is closer to the truth, closer to those so-called gods.
The world is like a chessboard. Humans are like chess pieces, and everyone thinks the chess player is God. Then suddenly one day I discovered that God had become a chess piece, so who would dominate the chessboard
"Stop thinking about it. One day you will understand. It's time for you to go out." The God of Darkness interrupted Long Yi's meditation, and his tone fluctuated slightly.
"I'm going out, what about you?" Long Yi hesitated, although he had long wanted to send the black shadow in his body away as the god of plague. But at this moment, he actually felt a little lost. Life is so strange by nature.
"The God of Darkness naturally stays in the dark space." The God of Darkness smiled, swayed, and in his hand came the Hades Staff, which Long Yi had always regarded as useless.
"The Hades Staff is a weapon that has been with me for tens of thousands of years. It is God's will that you get it. However, this staff contains a vast and ferocious energy. If used improperly, it will eat the owner. It was killed by a group of people thousands of years ago. The Light Sacrifice has sealed and suppressed it, so you can’t feel the power of this staff." The God of Darkness said lightly. With a flash of black light in his hand, the dead root-like staff of Hades suddenly changed and turned into a black and translucent staff. The handle of the staff turned out to be the three heads of a three-headed dragon, and its six eyes flickered. With a faint red light, it looks very beautiful, like a peerless work of art.
"Give it to me?" Long Yi said with eyes shining.
"Here you go, but you can't fully control it with your current strength. I have only unlocked half of the seal. You can try it." The God of Darkness said and handed the Hades staff to Long Yi.
Naturally, Long Yi would not be polite to him, so he reached out to pick it up. But when his big hand was about to grasp the staff of Hades, he froze, his eyes staring at the hand of the God of Darkness stretched out from the wide cuffs without blinking.
"Old immortal, why do your hands look so girly?" Long Yi suddenly said something. The hands of the God of Darkness are very white and thin, crystal clear and very beautiful. Why? Shouldn't the hands of the God of Darkness be as yellow and dry as those two mummies
The God of Darkness was startled. He threw the Hades staff to Long Yi and murmured a few spells. The small hole in the arched ceiling of the hall shot out a circle of blue light, which reflected on the ground to form a circle. Magic circle. Not seeing any movement from the God of Darkness, Long Yi fell into the magic circle as if he had been pushed hard by someone.
"Hey, hey, old man..." Long Yi's shout still echoed in the underground hall, but the person had disappeared with a beam of blue light.
The God of Darkness stood for a long time, sighed quietly, waved his hands, and the entire hall was completely plunged into darkness.
On the edge of the Lost City, Long Yi fell straight down from mid-air amid a burst of space distortion.
Turning over and standing still in the air, Long Yi shook his head and grasped the Staff of Hades in his hand. A feeling of blood connection came from the Staff of Hades, and the cold breath echoed with the black vortex in the sea of consciousness, forming a solemn unity.
Long Yi hissed, his right hand habitually stroked the stubble on his chin, and murmured: "But... that hand does look like a girl's, but how could the God of Darkness be a female? That laughter... "
Long Yi shook his head, unable to believe his guess, and it was terrifying to think of the God of Darkness's harsh grinding teeth.
"The God of Thunder has appeared, the God of Darkness has appeared, and I don't know which other gods will appear next." Long Yi no longer thought about the girl-like hand of the God of Darkness, but imagined what kind of gods he would encounter next. A great god.
Wait, Long Yi frowned, seeming to grasp something in his heart. God, statue, I remember seeing the statue of the Water God in the Ice Palace, and seeing the Fire God statue in the underground of the Magic Forest, and then I remembered the panic look of the woman in the Ice Palace when I touched the breast of the Water God statue, and the secret of the location of the Fire God statue. There were signs that someone had lived in the room. Could it be that they were alive at all? Long Yi was shocked by his guess. He was joking, if his life was not miserable, he touched the water god's chest and then the fire god's chest, and he was still having sex with the fire god. Who could I wonder if they will hold grudges.
"Eh, no, that's not right..." Long Yi shook his head. If they were high-altitude gods, there were only two possibilities for him to defile their bodies. First, they were simply statues, and second, their actions towards Long Yi. Nothing can be done.
Long Yi felt that the second possibility was more likely, and of course he also hoped that it would be the second possibility. Touching the goddess's breasts makes me feel excited just thinking about it. Why didn't I remember to touch it a few more times? Long Yi thought dirtyly in his heart.
Long Yi moved towards the city lord's palace in the Lost City while stroking his sex. It felt like I had only been in the dark space for a few hours, and it was probably only a few minutes above.
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"Madam, you see that our Ning'er has reached the level of a senior magician at a young age, and will definitely be an outstanding magician in the future." A handsome and elegant middle-aged man stood side by side with a beautiful woman, looking not far away My daughter, who was practicing magic, smiled.
"Yes, sir, I never expected that two of us warriors would give birth to a daughter with such a high talent for magic. It's really incredible." The woman was also extremely happy.
"Father, mother..." The little girl who is only ** years old and looks as cute as a porcelain doll casts a water dragon spell, turns around and runs towards her parents. It is really a beautiful picture of family happiness. .
The scene freezes when the girl throws herself into the woman's arms, and then gradually dissipates.
"Ning'er, obedient, you are the only hope of our Holy City, you must live." In another scene, the little girl has grown into an eighteen-year-old girl, while her father, the Lord of the Holy City, looks old. A lot.
"Father, please don't, Ning'er, don't leave you." The girl shouted sadly.
The middle-aged man was cruel and beat the girl unconscious, then carried her into the crystal coffin that had been embedded under the pool in the secret room. He looked at his daughter affectionately again, gritted his teeth and closed the crystal coffin lid, while a man behind him The white-bearded magicians from all walks of life began to chant spells to seal.
"Father, don't, don't leave Ning'er, mother..." Wushuang, the big woman in the tent, murmured in pain, grabbing randomly in the air with both hands, trying hard to grab a life-saving straw like a drowning person.
Long Yi opened the tent and walked in, watching Nalan Ruyue and Bertha trying their best to comfort Wushuang who was trapped in a nightmare. He took two quick steps forward, held Wushuang's two small hands that were grabbing in the air into his generous and warm palms, and comforted him in an extremely gentle voice: "Wushuang, be good, I'm here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
Nalan Ruyue and Bertha both looked envious when they saw Long Yi's gentle expression and tone. They looked at each other and exited the tent in tacit agreement for the first time, leaving the space alone for Long Yi and Wushuang.
Wushuang gradually calmed down under the comfort of Long Yi's magical voice. In her sleep, she unconsciously moved towards Long Yi, because there was a reassuring atmosphere there, so familiar, a bit like her father's but. I don’t think so.
Drowsily, Wushuang's delicate body trembled slightly, and another scene appeared in her dream. She lay in the crystal coffin and opened her eyes quietly, and found a handsome young man pressing on her body, his lips gently kissing her. Kissed her lightly on the lips...
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