Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 120: The Relationship between Fierce Power and Knees
“Come on!” The King of the South China Sea had disheveled hair and a shrill voice that echoed through the sky.
In the night sky, most of the cultivators in Nanhai City were killed or injured in a short period of time. The remaining ones were all strong ones, but they were in a very miserable state.
At one side, a firebird condensed from flames had flames flowing on its surface. Elder Zhang had already used the secret technique of inheritance.
The scorching heat of the firebird made the air evaporate, but it could not bring Elder Zhang any warmth.
Looking at the remains of the foundation-building priest in the evil god's mouth, he felt a chill run through his heart.
Of the three great priests, only two remain.
"Bah, it's disgusting." The evil god spat out the remains of He Gongsheng, and poisonous blood splattered and fell to the ground.
“It seems that the most delicious food in this city is concentrated here.”
The evil god stuck out his scarlet tongue, looking extremely ferocious. To him, except for the old man who controlled fire who could barely take his claw, the rest of the cultivators in front of him were not even strong enough for him to crush with just one finger.
"Elder Zhang, has the message been sent out?" King Nanhai asked anxiously.
The Huayan Sect is the closest to Nanhai City and is one of the thirty-three sects. It has a rich foundation and many masters. If it can wait for support, it will definitely be able to suppress the evil god that has just been born.
Elder Zhang's face flushed red, and he said without turning his head, "Don't count on it. This demon has already laid a net of heaven and earth, and the sound transmission note has long been isolated."
"Besides, his power is constantly growing. If we delay any further, we will be doomed."
“The only option now is to fight.” As he spoke, his robe fluttered. He should have looked like an immortal, but at this moment, only the tattered bloodstained robe and messy white hair were witnesses of the hard fight he had just had.
The King of Nanhai lowered his head and hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and shouted: "All cultivators in Nanhai City, follow me!"
Encouraged by the two most powerful cultivators in Nanhai City, the remaining cultivators became excited and rushed towards the evil god with loud shouts.
In the air, Taoist magic and sword energy shot out.
"Ants, you don't understand your situation yet." The evil demon's figure flashed, and all the Taoist magic spells fell into the air.
He spread his wings and rushed over at an astonishing speed, like a wolf into a flock of sheep.
Screams suddenly rang out everywhere. The four cultivators were cut into several pieces by the sharp claws. Blood mist and internal organs scattered all over the sky. The scene was horrifying.
The smell of blood stimulated the evil god. His eyes flashed with excitement and he grabbed two frightened cultivators one by one with his claws.
Bang bang!
With two strange sounds, the two cultivators were crushed in his palms like balloons and turned into two balls of blood mist.
Whoosh! He raised his head and inhaled, sucking all the blood mist into his nose, revealing an intoxicated look.
This terrifying scene instantly frightened the cultivators who rushed up, but it also gave Elder Zhang an opportunity. He shouted loudly, and the firebird spread its wings against the wind, cried sharply like a phoenix, and its body was as fast as an arrow, and it appeared in front of the evil god in an instant.
The flames surged like the sun at zenith.
However, the evil god seemed not to see it and even yawned.
"How dare you look down on me!"
Flames flashed in Elder Zhang's eyes, and the firebird spread its wings against the wind, with waves of fire raging. If this kind of inherited secret technique were to hit the mountain, even the mountain peak would be melted and evaporated.
Just when the firebird was about to hit the evil god, it took a deep breath and blew hard at the firebird.
Whoosh! The sound of a huge blast of wind resounded through the night sky.
The flames around the firebird were held back by this breath, unable to advance an inch. Moreover, in this cold wind , the flames around it were peeled off layer by layer, becoming smaller and smaller in a flash, and finally turned into sparks and scattered everywhere.
"How is this possible?" Elder Zhang was shocked. His full strength was actually not as good as a breath blown out by someone else? !
He stood there in the air, his heart chilled.
"Do you understand your situation now?" The evil god laughed wildly and swayed his body.
The next moment, he appeared behind a priest from Nanhai City.
The worshipper was a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage. By the time he noticed something was wrong, it was too late. Two terrifying black claws had already wrapped around him.
He frantically made hand gestures and cast several defensive spells in succession. His whole body was glowing with true energy, and all his magical powers were used for defense.
The evil god's eyes showed an interesting look, and he slowly exerted force with his two sharp claws.
"Crack!" A creepy sound rang out in the air.
The protective shield created by the true power was squeezed and deformed continuously.
"Elder, save me!" The man enshrined in the true energy shield shouted in despair and panic.
Bang!
The sound stopped abruptly, and his whole body turned into a bloody mist like a crushed egg.
Seeing this priest whose cultivation level was even higher than his own turned into ashes in an instant, the King of the South China Sea's expression changed drastically.
While in the air, he suddenly knelt down on his knees.
"I am willing to be your most loyal servant. From now on, you are my God."
The cultivators who had just been flying swords and fighting with the evil gods in the sky were stunned. They looked at their king in disbelief.
The mortals below and the cultivators outside Nanhai City fell silent.
There was complete silence.
"The King of Nanhai actually knelt down?"
The King of the South China Sea, who had the final say in the South China Sea, had the power of life and death, and was cruel and ruthless, actually knelt down before a demon and was willing to worship that demon as a god?
"Oh?" The evil god touched his chin, stopped killing, and showed an interested look.
After a moment's silence, most of the cultivators in the air and the people on the ground slowly knelt down.
Only the black fog was still slowly shrinking, and occasional screams and cries could be heard from afar.
But all those who knelt down selectively ignored the miserable howls.
Three blood-red eyes looked at Elder Zhang, whose expression was uncertain.
"What about you?" The evil god grinned.
This voice was like the last straw that broke the camel's back for Elder Zhang. His face turned pale and he slowly knelt down in the air.
"Haha, hahaha!" Looking at the dejected figure, the evil god laughed wildly.
"Since you want to be my loyal believer, speak louder and praise your God!" he shouted wildly.
"We are willing to be God's most loyal subjects! You are our God!"
The King of the South China Sea took the lead in shouting, his voice was hoarse, veins even bulged on his forehead, and suddenly the voices merged into one.
Gradually, it became neat and tidy.
"I am willing to serve our God!"
The sound rolled and spread far away.
"Hahaha!" The evil god was extremely proud and in high spirits.
"How ugly. Have you given up on your dignity just to survive?" A voice that was absolutely inappropriate but extremely clear interrupted.
The shouting stopped abruptly, and the world became even quieter. Everyone and the evil god looked towards the source of the sound.
I saw a man wearing tattered clothes, but he was walking in the air with cold eyes.
"It's you? You are not dead yet?" The evil god narrowed his eyes slightly and recognized Wang Chen. For some reason, he felt that the human in front of him brought him a sense of oppression that made him upset.
"It's not your turn to speak here!" The King of Nanhai was furious and pointed at Wang Chen and cursed: "You are Ji Ba, a lecherous thief, why are you pretending to be so tough? Why don't you kneel down and worship our God!"
Before coming to the Zhenghai Gang, the King of Nanhai had already found out that the master who killed the poison puppet was Wang Chen, and now he revealed his identity.
After all, he was the one who took the lead in kneeling, and now compared with Wang Chen, he was so humble that he was reduced to dust.
But even in his anger, he still didn't dare to straighten his knees.
"Ji Ba?"
"Is he Ji Ba? The legendary **?"
This nickname is so shocking that people will never forget it once they hear it.
