This god is really evil

Chapter 174 I have a small appetite and don’t eat much
As he spoke, the deity opened his huge mouth and threw the priest into it!

The priest's soul didn't even have time to struggle before it disappeared into the huge mouth of the abyss. Everyone could only hear the screams and crunching sounds of the soul being chewed up, as if it was chewing a piece of biscuit.

Almost in an instant, the priest was swallowed by Xuantian Fuzun.

Then, amid the astonishment of the crowd, Xuantian Fuzun grinned and said:

"I ate too hastily. I didn't taste the flavor. I need to eat more."

As he spoke, he had already grabbed a few priests of the Thousand Eyed Cult and stuffed them into his mouth.

Get a taste first.

Amidst the shrill screams, bright red soul juice flowed from the corners of Xuantian Fuzun's mouth, looking particularly conspicuous.

It looks even brighter against the blood-red word "善" (goodness) behind it.

The tens of thousands of spirits on the altar finally reacted at this moment, began to shout in fear, and fled in all directions screaming!
Then I heard Xuantian Fuzun hurriedly comforting him:

"Don't run, don't run. I just ran out of energy. I ate something to replenish my body. I didn't eat much. Not much. Is it a lot? Not much."

But the more He said this, the harder these spirits ran.

In the crowd, Taoist Qingyun looked at Song Kaida with a horrified expression and asked in a trembling voice:
"My lord, what should we do? This... this is truly an evil god!"

He was originally a very powerful Taoist with profound Taoist skills. However, facing the faceless evil god with a bloody mouth, he could not keep calm for a moment.

Song Kaida had no time to pay attention to him. He ran away and said:
"What else can we do? Run! Run!"

The fortune teller named Meijuan was following Song Kaida at this time, running and crying, and said in a trembling voice:

"Where else can I run to? This temple is full of that evil god! I am not satisfied with dying once, I want my soul to be annihilated once more, it's really..."

Listening to the desperate screams coming from her ears, feeling the distortion and madness coming from the Nether Temple all the time, and the strong sense of happiness that surged from the despair in her heart, she couldn't help crying out again:

"What's the point of running? It's better to let that evil god swallow you! There's no way to escape, there's no way to escape!"

Qingyun had already run up to the group and said quickly:
"What the lord said is, run, run quickly! We don't need to outrun the evil god, we just need to outrun the others. Once the evil god is full, we can survive!"

When they really started running, they discovered that the area of ​​the altar seemed to have no boundaries at all, and they were always the same distance away from the edge of the altar.

This is obviously the mystery of this temple.

At this moment, tens of thousands of people seemed to be running wildly and rushing forward in the flat wilderness.

Above their heads was the evil god with the bloody word "good" on his back. He was as tall as a mountain, with a huge mouth that was slightly raised to both sides. He showed a hypocritical smile and was still repeating the strange words from before:

"I am a righteous deity who practices good deeds. Since we are all family, why do you want to leave me? It really makes me sad."

As he spoke, arms like dry bones suddenly stretched out from the ribs of the evil god who was as big as a mountain. Hundreds of arms fell onto the altar!
His speed was extremely fast, and each of his hands instantly grabbed a priest or fanatic of the Thousand Eyes Cult.

Then, amid the horrified gazes and shouts of the crowd, the faceless evil god suddenly jumped onto the huge altar and sent the souls grabbed by his arms into his mouth.

The real feast!
At this time, all the spirits had fled to one side of the altar, but they finally realized that they could not escape at all. They could only huddle together and tremble like obedient sheep.

Then the evil god with a hundred arms and a huge mouth in the abyss, with his arms spinning like windmills, sent the souls of the Thousand Eyed Sect into his mouth, chewing them carefully, squeezing out all the soul juice inside, and then swallowing them down his stomach.

He ate very slowly and carefully, and selected carefully among these spirits, as if he had extremely strict standards for the food he ate.

Because of this, the tens of thousands of souls present felt like their days were passing by in a million years, and the despair and fear in their hearts increased several times.

Li Yan was squatting on the altar at this time, looking at the tens of thousands of souls in front of him and carefully selecting them. What he wanted to eat were mainly the high-level members of the Thousand Eyes Sect.

Priests, preachers, and fanatics.

It is not only to replenish divine power, but more importantly to gain a deeper understanding of the Thousand-Eyed God through these believers, to master his power, and to find ways to defeat him.

This kind of existence is neither too much nor too little.

Among these more than 20,000 Thousand-Eyed God Sect soldiers, there are a total of hundreds of people who meet the requirements.

The aura emanating from these spirits is very distinctly that of the Thousand-Eyed Divine Lord.

Li Yan searched through the tens of thousands of souls and found all the souls that met the requirements and swallowed them.

Soon, a huge amount of information belonging to the Thousand Eyed God Sect, and even an aura similar to that of the Thousand Eyed God, were absorbed by Li Yan's body.

After doing all this, he couldn't help but burp with satisfaction.

The burp that Xuantian Fuzun let out sounded like heavenly music to the ears of the spirits on the altar.

Many people can't help but have a thought in their minds:
This evil god didn't lie, he really didn't eat much...

At this time, Li Yan's divine body had recovered a lot. The soul of an ordinary person was of little use to him. Even if he ate it all, he could not recover much divine power.

What's more, these spirits are more useful if they are alive.

The Nan Ke Fantasy Array needs more souls to fill it.

The swallowing process stopped immediately.

Song Kaida wiped his forehead habitually at this time, raised his head and knelt on the ground towards Xuantian Fuzun, whose mouth still had bright red soul juice, and said in a trembling voice:
"I am Song Kaida, a lowly person. I know that I have committed serious sins. I only ask the God to give me a chance to make amends. I will definitely die for the God!"

He understood that since the evil god had eaten all the people, now was the best opportunity to beg for mercy.

Otherwise, if this evil god throws them into the underworld, it will be difficult to see him even once.

Or becoming a livestock raised by the other party would be even more miserable.

Since the other party has been walking in the mortal world as the incarnation Li Yan, there must be a place where he can be used in the mortal world.

Xuantian Fuzun looked at the tens of thousands of souls in front of him, smiled, and said slowly:
"Don't worry. Although you have committed serious sins, since you have entered my temple, I will naturally persuade you to do good and have prepared a place for you to return to."

As he spoke, divine power surged, and tens of thousands of souls on the altar before him were immediately enveloped by the divine power. In a trance, they suddenly appeared in a prosperous county town.

"Who is here to report to the authorities?"

At this time, Song Kaida suddenly appeared in the lobby of a county government office, in tattered clothes, kneeling on the ground.

A familiar voice came, and he was confused for a moment, looking up and forward.

He saw a short and fat county magistrate sitting there, holding a gavel in his hand and looking at him solemnly.

It turned out to be the deceased Qinghe County Magistrate Ding Youde!
Song Kaida wanted to speak, but found that what he said was not what he wanted to say at all. He had become a puppet.

His mind seemed to have become that of a bystander at this moment. He saw himself raising his hand and pointing at Meijuan, who was dressed as a village woman, and said with tears in his voice:
"My Lord, I am suing my wife Meijuan for committing adultery with my neighbor Qingyun!"

There was a skinny man kneeling beside him, who was Taoist Qingyun.

(End of this chapter)