This god is really evil

Chapter 73: I am a righteous god who practices good intentions
A road of dazzling light appeared under the feet of the Holy Maiden.

The powerful evil force formed by the burning blood and life of thousands of Yuhua believers supported her to keep moving forward.

The spiritual thoughts of those Yuhua believers also followed behind her.

However, it was different from what was expected before, that after tens of thousands of people had been sacrificed to ascend to heaven and then these believers would be taken into the underworld, at this time the spiritual thoughts of these believers were extremely fragile, and had completely turned into burning firewood, laying under her feet and illuminating her way forward.

After she ascended to heaven, these believers who only had divine consciousness left would not be able to become immortal children, but could only become wandering ghosts.

But now, they didn't know it, and instead thought that they were ascending to heaven, and they were ecstatic and amazed.

The saint naturally wouldn't care about the lives of these believers. It was their honor that they could use their bodies as torches to help illuminate her path to heaven.

It is so glorious that ordinary people want it but don’t have it yet.

She looked around on the road ahead, but was somewhat regretful not to see Li Yan, the Holy Son.

So, despite all the planning, the Holy Son was still defeated by her in the end.

It was indeed a close call just now. Li Yan almost took control of the entire sacrificial formation. I don’t know which evil god the sudden strange and evil power came from?
But it doesn't matter anymore. She is about to ascend to heaven. After she becomes an immortal and inherits the throne of Yuhua Zhenjun, she can naturally settle the score with Li Yan.

Perhaps, he has died in this violent vortex of evil power, or in the crematorium, it is hard to say.

Feeling the evil power she had sucked dry from those believers, as well as the divine power of Yuhua Zhenjun coming from the front of this road of light, the saint girl couldn't help but quicken her pace.

Didn't she kill her father, mother, brothers and sisters just for this moment?

After becoming an immortal, you can naturally use your magical powers to create some more relatives, who will definitely be closer than the original ones.

Just as she was thinking about it, the saint had already reached the end of the road to immortality, and a door of light emitting a strong aura of evil spirit appeared.

Without any hesitation, she pushed open the door and walked in.

Behind her, the souls of thousands of Yuhua believers, along with the black mist transformed by the Heart Demon, drilled in together.

A deep and dark aura suddenly surged in, followed by a dim red light. The expected scene of taking over the source of the divine power of True Lord Yuhua did not appear. There was only a weird and oppressive aura around, and there was madness in this aura.

The saint's face still contained an expression of excitement about ascending to heaven. She turned her head to look around, and then her expression froze.

What is this place?
What came into view was a dilapidated house that looked like it would collapse at any moment.

Looking up, there is a huge dome above, extending in all directions as if it has no limit.

This magnificent dome was now broken into pieces, full of cracks, and some collapsed areas, revealing the sky outside.

The sky seemed like a wall of flesh and blood, with only densely packed bloodshot red eyes staring at the earth.

Exactly the same as what Li Yan said before!
The saint looked stunned, feeling that all this was beyond her expectations and was completely different from what she had imagined.

At this moment, a shadow appeared in front of her. She looked up and saw that it was a faceless statue that was mottled, broken and cracked!

In other words, this is a faceless evil god!

The aura of Yuhua Zhenjun suddenly surged. It was the Yuhua evil power that she had sensed on the road to immortality. She looked in the direction of the evil power and immediately saw a half-statue under the butt of the faceless statue in front of her.

In other words, it was a statue transformed from the dead body of Yuhua Zhenjun.

However, at this moment, this half of the statue no longer had any divinity. Instead, it was used as a bench, with the faceless evil god sitting under its buttocks.

Then, as she was horrified, the faceless statue in front of her curved its face, smiled strangely, and spoke to her in a familiar voice:

"coming?"

The Yuhua Saint was so startled that she almost sat up, the voice was exactly the same as Li Yan's!
The next moment, she immediately discovered that the place where she was lying was actually an altar. Her appearance at this moment was also very different from that in the present world. A bunch of brilliant flowers suddenly grew out of the wound on her chest, and behind her, a pair of black wings grew out, carrying a strong feathered evil power.

But compared with the evil god in front of him, that evil power was not worth mentioning at all, and was far less pure than the evil power emitted by the other party.

Moreover, she was also firmly bound to the altar and could not escape at all.

Beside her, on the altar, there were finger-sized shadows of divine thoughts, looking at everything around them with astonishment and fear. These thousands of shadows were the thousands of Yuhua believers she had sacrificed.

At the other end of the altar, there was a black mist that was constantly rushing left and right in the altar, trying to rush out.

It’s the heart-demon!
At this time, the powerful demon was suppressed by a strange force on the altar and could not escape at all.

Even the black fog transformed by the Heart Demon conveys an emotion all the time - unspeakable fear!

Then he heard the faceless evil god in front of him ask kindly:

"How is it? Is the road easy to navigate? Is there any traffic jam? I've been here for a while, and I was wondering if you guys got lost. What took you so long to get here?"

He pointed to the surroundings and said:

"My place is a little shabby, but it's free and relaxing. Don't be too restrained. It's like your own home."

The Saintess Yuhua finally lost her previous arrogance and composure, and said in a trembling voice on the altar:
"Who are you!? Who are you? Where is this place? I should be an immortal! I should be the new Immortal Lord! Where is this place? Who are you? Let me out!"

As she spoke, she stood up and desperately shook the invisible border around the altar, trying to rush out of the altar and see where this place was.

Everything that was happening now was completely beyond her understanding, causing severe trauma to her spirit and making her almost insane.

Seeing the Saint Yuhua acting so out of control and crazy, the minds of the thousands of Yuhua believers on the altar were instantly shocked. They cried and wanted to escape, or knelt down on the spot, begging the Saint Yuhua to save their lives and begging for forgiveness from the Faceless Evil God.

Only then did they realize that the path to immortality in this underworld was completely different from what they had previously imagined.

This all seems like a nightmare, a huge nightmare that is hard to wake up from!
Just one look at the faceless evil god made them feel indescribable fear and hysteria filling their hearts. Many believers went insane on the spot!

"What kind of...what kind of demon god is this...it makes people...it makes people yearn for it..."

Yang Jinsong's soul looked at the huge faceless evil god in front of him, and he felt that the other party exuded mystery, madness, absurdity and an indescribable sense of domination, which made him want to crawl on the ground and worship him until he was completely destroyed!

“Ascending to immortality, is this what it means to ascend to immortality… The great terror in the underworld is simply beyond the reach of ordinary people…” Akabane’s soul was also imprisoned on the altar, and he murmured as he looked at the faceless evil god in front of him.

At this moment, he only felt that the fear and despair in his heart almost tore him apart, causing him to constantly struggle on the brink of complete madness, trying to maintain his last bit of sanity.

Around him, many Yuhua believers had turned into real lunatics, shouting and even destroying their own souls.

The faceless evil god in front of him looked at the saint who was shouting hysterically, grinned with a bloody mouth full of sharp teeth, and said with a smile:

"Have you forgotten so quickly? Just now, we were hugging each other in the crematorium. I told you that the environment in the underworld is not very good, but you didn't quite believe me."

The Saint trembled all over, curled up on the altar, looked at the Faceless Evil God in front of her with disbelief, and said in a trembling voice:
"You are Li Yan? Impossible... You can't be Li Yan! He is just an ordinary person, he is just the firewood I chose! I don't believe it, this is impossible! I shouldn't be here, I should become a god, I should ascend to heaven!"

All of this was so unbelievable that she couldn't believe it at all. She had planned for so long and spent so much time on it, how could it end up like this! ?

On the altar, the souls of the believers such as Akabane and Yang Jinsong who knew Li Yan's identity, showed expressions of despair, fear and absurdity after hearing that the faceless evil god in front of them was Li Yan. The strings of reason that were already on the verge of complete collapse were instantly stretched to the limit and were about to break completely!

The Faceless Evil God pointed to a smaller altar next to him and said sincerely:

"Yes, you should be there, but these two altars are both in my house, they are the same. If you insist on going there, it's not impossible."

"In theory, your sacrificial array can send you into the netherworld, so that you can inherit some of the original power of Yuhua Zhenjun. However, his original power has long been swallowed by me. You are too late."

He looked at the altar in front of him, wiped the corner of his mouth, as if wiping away saliva, and said solemnly:
"As for me, my name is Xuantian Fuzun, and I am a righteous god in the underworld who practices good deeds."

He rubbed his hands again and said:
"You are a guest from afar, and our meeting is fate. It is reasonable to treat you well, but my place is really simple and there is nothing good to treat you. Please just treat me."

As he spoke, he wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, grabbed the souls of dozens of believers, and threw them into his mouth like eating fried soybeans. He chewed them voraciously while shouting miserably, and red blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. It was the souls' fear.

He wiped the corner of his mouth and smiled:

“Delicious, delicious, very crispy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the faceless evil god's mouth suddenly opened to the same size as his head. He pounced on the altar and began to chew food amid the terrified shouts of thousands of believers!
delicious!

(End of this chapter)