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Chapter 122 Seven gods descend to the realm, harvest the fruits of victory【Subscription】

a perfect world.

More than ten years have passed in a flash, and the little milk baby is already 15 years old.

The little guy with red lips and white teeth has grown into an adult, his tall and straight figure is like a sharp gun, and he is still handsome and handsome.

When the orthodoxy of those ancient forces in the lower realm heard Shi Hao's name, they all fell silent, with expressions of fear on their faces.

It's really because, in these years, he has been in the False God Realm and the Eight Realms, killed the ancient beasts, drank the milk of the beasts, and suppressed all dissatisfaction, so he has a great reputation.

Therefore, in order to eliminate fear and re-establish the majesty of the orthodoxy of the upper realm, they decided to ask the seniors from the upper realm to descend to the realm and obliterate Shi Hao.

In the flood area, in a swamp.

The mist drifted away, and the air was very cloudy, and some mud crocodiles were haunting, waiting for their prey to arrive.

There is an altar in front of it, which is weird and gloomy. Its body is pitch-black, shining with luster, engraved with many runes of gods and demons, as if it can penetrate the Nine Netherworld.

Several figures landed on the altar, silent to each other, each standing at a corner, carefully inspecting the various symbols on the altar for flaws.

Finally, one of the gray-robed men spoke hoarsely, "Let's start!"

While speaking, they all flew away from the altar, stood in the sky, and chanted spells.

The altar lit up all of a sudden, and the black light soared into the sky, shocking all spirits.

In just a moment, all the mud crocodiles in the swamp went crazy and fled desperately.

However, it was futile, it exploded almost immediately, and the blood and soul turned into red light and floated towards the altar.

"Blood sacrifice to heaven and earth, the dusk of the gods, opens the road to eternity, and the kingdom of heaven descends."

Someone whispered, like a magic spell, making the trees rustle and the leaves fall.

"boom!"

A man in gray shook his sleeves, and thousands of people were thrown out, howling and pouring down from the sky, densely packed, like raindrops falling on the black altar.

Some people landed on the altar, and some exploded in mid-air, turning into rain of blood, rushing out wisps of red light, and flying into the runes of gods and demons on the altar.

At this moment, the altar seemed to have turned into a world, no matter how many people fell from the sky, it would not be able to fill it up, and they would all be absorbed by it. The blood stained the cornerstone and soaked a streak.

The runes of gods and demons lit up, swimming like little snakes, turning into lightning, accompanied by blood light, carrying soul power, and the wailing sounds of countless people.

The lives of thousands of people are used as sacrifices to sacrifice to the magic altar, just to communicate with the upper world and summon the supreme gods.

Open a space-time channel, a road to revenge on Shi Hao!

This is a catastrophe, like purgatory on earth.

"boom!"

The other person also moved, the blood gourd in his hand opened, and countless creatures fell, some exploded in the void, and some fell to death on the altar, looking very miserable.

On the other side, several other people also started at the same time, each showing their magical powers, throwing the captive creatures to the altar, and their souls bloomed.Countless fresh lives withered.

At the altar, the blood is bright, and the strong soul power and life essence are condensed, making it even more bewitching, and it almost attracts people's minds.

"I don't want to die, what happened, why am I here?"

Some monks yelled, but it didn't help, they still fell, and the bones and tendons were broken.

The monks who were captured were like this, let alone ordinary people.

"Mother, where are you, what's the matter, we..."

Some children yelled, and when they fell from the air, the cold wind came into their mouths, and they were soon speechless.

"God, open your eyes, how could this be so, demons are rampant, wreaking havoc on the world..."

A white-haired old man roared in grief.

Everything is difficult to change, countless people were thrown into the altar, turned into blood essence, and their soul power was collected.

This is a human tragedy, which is unbearable to witness.

"Blood—sacrifice!"

In the end, all the wailing and wailing were drowned out by these two heartless words.

Several venerables above the sky jointly led the ceremony to the final stage.

Above the altar, the majestic soul power accompanied by the blood light emitted a strange and terrifying black mist.

In just a split second, the altar communicated with the upper realm and opened a portal leading to the upper realm.

"buzz"

In the sky, a bright passage appeared out of thin air, giving people an unfathomable feeling.

Seven figures came out of the passage one after another, each exuding a suffocating aura.

This momentum diffused out, spreading to the entire Eight Regions like a circle of ripples as the situation changed.

The wilderness, the depths of the wilderness.

A sacred mountain stands here, piercing the sky. It was piled up by Shi Hao, the uncrowned king of the Eight Realms, with great mana.

The sacred mountain is named Sansheng Mountain, with green peaks and green valleys, full of vitality. There is a willow tree standing in the wind with fluttering branches.

A magnificent palace stands on the top of the mountain, which looks noble and sacred.

Just when the passage to the upper realm opened and the breath of the seven figures from the lower realm came out, a young man walked out of the palace.

The boy was wearing an animal fur suit, which was full of wildness and at the same time gave people a refreshing feeling.

Standing on the top of the mountain, he looked into the distance, as if he saw the tragedy of Hong Yu, and muttered to himself:

"A breath that doesn't belong to this world? Could it be a time traveler? Hey, it turned out to be someone from the upper world!"

Sensing an incompatible aura, the young man Shi Hao pinched his fingers and frowned.

"No, I've already suppressed the major orthodox traditions of the upper realms, how can they have the opportunity to contact the upper realms?"

"Besides, the inheritance of the Supreme Palace has already fallen into my hands, and no news has been released to the outside world. How did they know?"

Then, suddenly, he suddenly thought, with some self-blame in his heart.

"It seems that after all, I was too merciful, and didn't drive out these upper realms, which caused such a catastrophe!"

In the imprint of fate, it also shows that there are seven gods descending to the lower realms and eight realms of catastrophe.

Why is there the Great Tribulation of the Eight Domains?

It is mainly people from the upper realm, who are afraid that the creatures from the eight realms of the lower realm will develop and threaten them, so they regularly send people from the lower realm to harvest a wave.

In addition, they also have another mission, which is to find the inheritance of the Supreme Hall.

Here, another paragraph of grievances is about to be extended.

Countless years ago, the ancestors of the Eight Regions fought bloody battles in the frontier barren all the year round, made many military exploits, were loved and respected, and were revered as the seven kings of the frontier barrenness.

However, the strength of the foreign land is too strong. During the war between the two sides, the Seven Kings had carried out a spy plan, deliberately letting some key people go, making them pretend to betray the nine heavens and ten places, flee to the foreign land, and become undercover agents.

In the later stage, because many important figures in his team were polluted by foreign dark matter, and it was irreparable, the Seven Kings had no choice but to kill them.

However, in order to maintain the stability of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, these news were all hidden.

These behaviors spread to the eyes of ordinary people, and they became the seven kings who let the traitors go and beheaded their own people.

The Seven Kings of Bianhuang disdained to defend the rumors, but the other great immortal kings who knew the truth chose to keep silent about the truth for their own self-interest, allowing the rumors to intensify.

Until now, the truth has been gradually obliterated in the dust of history. The descendants of the heroic seven kings were actually regarded as the descendants of sinful blood, and they were sent to the eight desolate sin states.

Sin State, also known as the Eight Regions, is divided into heaven, earth, yellow, and universe. The territory of each region is so vast that it is difficult for ordinary people to travel through it in a lifetime.

But such a vast land is refined with great magic power. Here, the Dao is incomplete and the laws are incomplete, so it is difficult to condense a perfect Dao embryo. Therefore, it is extremely difficult for the monks of the Eight Realms to achieve higher achievements in their cultivation.

Not only that, but this place is also a medicine field in the eyes of people from the upper realm.

Every once in a while, people from the upper realm will go down to the lower realm, and they will treat the venerables in the lower realm who have finally succeeded in cultivation as great medicines for the human body, and they will be cruelly picked by the big shots in the upper realm, or refined into human treasures. Dan, or was accepted as a mount, or even directly wiped out.

Shi Hao always remembers this period of covered up truth and the cruel history of Bahuang, and dare not forget it.

It's just that he feels that his cultivation base is too low to avenge the blood hatred and wash away the grievances of his ancestors, the Seven Kings of Desolation and the ancestors of all generations.

Therefore, Shi Hao has been cultivating hard all these years, never stopping to enjoy that 'beautiful' life.

But I don't know where there was a mistake, or because of the inertia of fate, the original Seven Gods Lower Realm and Eight Realms Great Tribulation were repeated according to the imprint of fate!
"I will never let this kind of thing happen again. My people in the Eight Regions have had enough. It is simply delusional for you to want to harvest at will!"

These past histories flashed through Shi Hao's mind, he clenched his fists, and a murderous intent burst out from his eyes.

This time the seven gods descended, if nothing else, there were still seven people in the brand of fate, namely: Pangolin, Netherlander, Yangli, Silver Wing, Assassin of Heaven, Servant of Immortal Temple, and Western God.

They come from the forces of the upper realms such as Xiandian, Tianguo, Netherland, Bulaoshan, Western Sect, and Magic Sunflower Garden.

The worst strength of these people is at the Divine Fire Realm, and they have formed an absolute strength crush on the Eight Realms of the Lower Realm. The existence of the top masters and venerables in the Eight Realms is not their opponent at all.

However, with Shi Hao's current strength, killing these seven people is as easy as crushing an ant.

Therefore, he was not worried about the seven people in the upper world.

What Shi Hao was worried about was the people behind these seven people and the forces behind them.

With his strength, he is more than able to protect himself in front of these powerful forces, even if he cannot beat them, he can escape calmly.

But what about the eight domains?If he escapes, what should Bayu do?He can't take it with him, can he?
Those forces couldn't find him, if they killed the people of the Eight Regions to vent their anger, or even threatened him with his parents, what would he do?
"The willow god has left, otherwise, I can ask the willow god to bless you for a while."

Thinking of this, Shi Hao felt a little regretful, after he grew up, Liu Shen left.

If Liu Shen hadn't left, he wouldn't have to worry so much.

"By the way, I'll go to the group and tell everyone that the big deal is to ask for the protection of Daoist Changsheng."

After a pause, Shi Hao opened the chat group.

Emperor Huangtian: "Then what, the Seven Gods of the Three Thousand Great States have cut leeks in the lower realm."

Chat group.

Seeing what Little Nailboy said, everyone was taken aback for a moment, and soon remembered that there was indeed something in Little Nailboy's imprint of fate.

Lin Meng: "If I remember correctly, the little milk baby has already stepped into the eighth step, isn't it easy to deal with these seven little ones?"

Ye Fan: "Tsk tsk, baby, do you want my brother to help you chop up these seven guys?"

Kou Zhong: "The seven gods are in the lower realm? They seem to be stronger than the people in the eight realms of the lower realm. By the way, where is the willow god? Ask the willow god for help!"

Zhang Sanfeng: "Little Milkman's world is a vast world. The eighth level should be far from being a master, right? And Little Milkman is a descendant of the Sin Blood Stone King. If he kills the Seven Gods of the lower realm, those three thousand Dao The people in the state are worried, I am afraid they will send someone to hunt him down?"

Yao Chen: "What are you afraid of, the worst is to fight back, clear the charges for the Seven Kings of the Border Desolation, and return their innocence!"

Han Li: "Those who sing my real name will see eternal life in reincarnation! Dog head. jpeg."

Wang Chao: "Hey, are you the legendary coquettish king, An Lan, the immortal king of foreign lands?"

Han Li: "If you don't worship the emperor, you will lose your true life. Your name is on the stele of reincarnation. Why don't you kneel down quickly? Dog head.jpeg."

Wang Chao: "Yu Tuo save me? Dog head.jpeg."

The imprint of Little Milkman's fate has long been made public, and all group members have seen it.

The magnificent foreign land, the three thousand states, the nine heavens and ten lands, and the eight great domains
Between the fairy land and the foreign land, there have been love and killing for countless epochs, and a tragic song of joy has been performed.

What they don't know is that the source of darkness and turmoil in the whole world is caused by a drop of dirty blood falling from the sky.

Now that Little Nailboy is talking about the Lower Realm of the Seven Gods, it is the prelude to Little Nailboy's tragic life.

It's just that I don't know, the little milk baby has already been reborn, can it change the tragic fate of the past?
Changsheng Daoist: "@白天帝, you go ahead and do it, if anything happens, the poor will help you!"

Hearing this, Li Changsheng counted his fingers, and instantly knew the past experience of the little milk baby like the palm of his hand.

After joining the chat group, Little Nailboy's fate line was shifted and went in another unknown direction.

He doesn't have to grow up miserable all the way, doesn't have to live in conspiracies, doesn't have to suffer so much, doesn't have to suffer so much.

For him now, his parents are loving, and his grandfather doesn't have to look for him to leave. It can be said that the family is happy and healthy.

Since ten years ago, he has gained a great reputation, and he is a brat in the entire Eight Realms who turns pale upon hearing it.

Seeing the lower realm of the Seven Gods now, he hesitated instead, and couldn't bear to destroy this beautiful life now.

"Forget it, this little guy is different from ordinary group members after all, I will help him at worst."

Sensing the thoughts in the little baby's heart, Li Changsheng shook his head.

Emperor Huangtian: "Yeah, with Brother Changsheng's words, even if the sky falls, I won't be afraid anymore!"

Emperor Huangtian: "Then I will start a live broadcast. If there is any unexpected situation, Brother Changsheng, you have to come and save me!"

For the ridicule of the group members, the little milk baby didn't pay attention to it, and he was relieved until the speech of the real Changsheng appeared.

The strongest person in the entire world is just the corpse Immortal Emperor deep in the sea, or a corpse.

Apart from him, there were only the four quasi-emperors. Compared with Changsheng Daoist, he was not worthy to carry his shoes.

That being the case, there is nothing to be afraid of the little milk baby.

Thinking of this, he started the live broadcast.

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