The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 143 Resurrection of the body and continuation of the bloodline (asking for monthly votes)
My name is Ujjainakahai.

I am the most beautiful person in the Jingjue Kingdom, the most powerful king in history, the greatest priest, and the person who has recently received the divine power, but I am also the sinner who destroyed the entire Guidong Clan.

All this is the fault of that Zagrama man.

He seduced me with his beauty, poisoned my food, and colluded with the enemy in an attempt to overthrow my rule and regain control of the ghost cave.

The funny thing is, he succeeded.

That day, the poison that had been accumulating in my body for years erupted, and I fell into a deathly slumber.

The enemy invaded the capital of Jingjue, countless sacred snakes were cut in half, and the tribesmen were slaughtered one by one.

If I hadn't been born with a ghost eye that could draw power from the imaginary space, I would have died long ago.

When I woke up, all I saw were corpses all over the ground and enemies holding sharp blades.

I could sense the resentment and accusations of my people, as well as the murderous intent of my enemies.

That day was the first time I cried and also the last time I cried.

I went crazy and exploded with all the power of the Ghost Eye, summoning a black sandstorm to bury all the enemies as companions for the people of the Jingjue Kingdom and the Guidong Tribe.

The poison lost the suppression of the ghost eye and corroded my internal organs. I am about to die.

In the final moments, I took out his internal organs with my own hands and hollowed out the Kunlun sacred tree to use as a coffin to keep the ghost eye active.

I transplanted the sacred flower onto the sacred tree as a place for the soul to rest, connecting it to the ghost eye and stealing the power of the imaginary space.

My body is dead and my internal organs are decayed, but my ghost eyes are still alive and my soul is nourished by the holy flowers and will live forever.

As the only bloodline of the Guidong Clan, I absolutely cannot die.

I want to survive and pass on the legacy of the Guidong Clan.

For thousands of years, the great ghost cave has accompanied me. For countless days and nights, I have lived in hatred and pain.

To this day, I have been woken up by several people.

I could sense the dirty blood in their bodies, the same blood as that damned man, bright red with a golden stench.

I didn't expect that after thousands of years, there were still descendants of the Zagrama clan alive in the world.

How can this blasphemous race continue to survive despite bearing the curse of the Ghost Eye, while I am the only one left in the great Ghost Cave Clan who is barely surviving?

I was unwilling and wanted to kill them, but I saw the eyes of the snake god.

I lurked quietly, eavesdropping on their conversations and observing their sacrificial process.

Although I don’t know where they found the Eye of God, nor do I know who the Immortal Lord they are talking about is, I am sure of one thing.

After they are freed from the curse and fall into ecstasy, I will destroy them with my own hands.

Just like the destruction of the Jingjue Kingdom, it fell from the highest point and destroyed everything in one blow.

I will commemorate my people with the most painful despair of the Zagrama people.

I watched them reverse the Eye of God and return the curse to God's Kingdom. I was overjoyed and was about to take action when I saw a ray of divine light breaking through the void.

That divine light is so dazzling, so sacred, and so vast and magnificent.

I have never seen such a powerful force, even the Eye of God cannot compare to it.

I was frightened, hid my murderous intentions, and continued to lurk.

Then, the human-like being appeared.

He, no, it should be Him.

He has a human form, with a purple-blue halo behind his head emitting infinite light. He holds an ancient mirror in his hand, filled with majestic and powerful power.

I heard their name, Immortal Lord!

Is this the name of the true God? So noble and sacred!
I looked at Him quietly, and I saw that He was protecting that filthy race.

Why?
What qualifications does that blasphemous race have to be protected by the true God again?
I was so jealous that I almost went crazy, but I had to hold it in. I couldn't be discovered. I had to keep living and continue the existence of the Ghost Cave Clan.

However, I underestimated the power of the true God.

He found me.

In other words, my self-deceiving lurking had long been exposed before the eyes of the true God.

Just like a shadow under the scorching sun, even if the color is black, you can still see it clearly.

The great true god summoned a fire crane demon slave.

The demon slave almost destroyed me with just a few sparks.

I was terrified, the holy flower contracted to protect my soul, and I prayed to the true God to let me go.

However, that was not the true God worshipped by my Guidong tribe. He ordered me to show up.

I didn't dare to refuse, and with fear in my heart, I revealed my soul to allow the true God to observe it.

I was so hopeless that I had already prepared for destruction. Then, I heard those words that gave me hope again.

"The world's only immortal, Ujjainakahai, you are quite good."

I looked at the True God in disbelief and instantly understood what he meant.

The true god in front of me, named Xianzun, gave me hope that as long as I surrender and worship him, I can get his protection.

I woke up instantly and prostrated myself at the feet of the true God with the lowest attitude.

Compared to the continuation of the Guidong clan, hatred and everything else must be put aside.

As soon as Wu Gong finished speaking on the stone beam, the huge corpse-scented konjac began to shake violently.

In the center of the magic flower, the human face made up of stamens raised a crazy smile.

Then, the whole corpse amorphophallus was like a person kneeling, with its flowers placed at Wu Gong's feet, showing a look of submission.

At the same time, a female voice trembled with surprise.

"I worship you, the mighty true God, you are so majestic and holy, your mercy is more dazzling than the sun in the sky."

"I am a humble believer, the last bloodline of the Ghost Cave Clan, Wuchan Nagahai, and I am willing to offer everything I have and beg for your protection."

Wu Gong:.
Brothers and sisters of Partridge Whistle:.
As the Queen of Jingjue's voice fell, the entire mountain became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Wu Gong really didn't expect that the Queen of Jingjue would be so direct.

The posture, the attitude, and the flattery, without any beating around the bush, went straight to the point.

Partridge Whistle's brothers and sisters were even more dumbfounded. They thought that this strange magic flower was some kind of monster.

But unexpectedly, this was actually the Queen of Jingjue who survived to this day, and she did not have the slightest attitude of a king, but instead looked like a devout believer.

Wu Gong was silent, with surprise in his eyes. He looked at the most powerful king of Jingjue Kingdom and fell into deep thought.

The Queen of Jingjue and King Xian were the most powerful and outstanding people from two different civilizations.

They have a lot in common.

They all possess insights and means far beyond those of ordinary people, and have achieved achievements that are unimaginable for ordinary people.

Although there are great differences in civilization between their ideologies and cognitive thinking.

However, there is one thing in common in their thinking patterns, and that is admiration for the strong.

As long as you demonstrate power beyond their cognition, they will quickly surrender, and you won't need to maintain this relationship between the ruler and the subject.

This is especially true for the Queen of Jingjue.

King Xian did this because he wanted to become an immortal, have infinite supernatural powers and live forever.

So, what about the Queen of Jingjue in front of us? Does she have the same pursuit?

"Ujjanagar Hai, state your final request."

The underlying driving force behind mortals’ worship of gods and immortals is desire.

Thinking is the basis of prayer.

The Queen of Jingjue is a talented person. As long as her demands are reasonable, Wu Gong doesn't mind helping her achieve them.

Of course, the price is lifelong submission and eternal freedom as a vassal.

The corpse-scented amorphophallus was tightly attached to the ground. Ucchanakahai kissed the soil under Wu Gong's feet and devoutly expressed his ultimate wish.

"I worship you, I praise you, my merciful Immortal Lord. I, a humble believer, am willing to serve you for all eternity. I only ask for one wish."

"I hope you can revive my body and continue the bloodline of the Ghost Cave Clan."

"Resurrect the body and continue the bloodline?"

Wu Gong raised his eyebrows and instantly thought of the Jingjue Kingdom that was destroyed overnight.

As a king and high priestess, the Queen of Jingjue is the pride of the Guidong Clan.

She enjoys the worship of thousands of tribesmen, and she never represents just one person, but an entire tribe.

Wu Gong was not at all surprised that she made such a request.

However, after hearing this prayer, Wu Gong instantly thought of King Xian who turned into a meat-like corpse fairy, and Feng Xuewen who was determined to fall into the path of corpse ghosts.

Some people, although they are still alive, want to become ghosts.

Some ghouls, though dead, want to become living people again.

The joys and sorrows of this world are never shared by everyone.

What is poison to me may be honey to others, and both are sweet to me and you.

(End of this chapter)