I'm Going Crazy Because I Can't Contract With The Heroic Spirit.

Chapter 117 Three Evil Gods

Hearing the rebuttal, Wang Shengzhao, who already had an air of imperial majesty about him, his expression darkened and he asked: "Who is it? Come out!"

Chen Ming's consciousness became increasingly drowsy, and in his mind were the roars and roars of countless innocent souls, who wanted him to destroy the world.

Under the impact of resentment and blood, he could only barely maintain his consciousness.

Any slight movement at this time would cause overwhelming murderous intent to rise in his heart.

Wang Shengzhao and other officials looked at Chen Ming who walked into the hall, his body burning with blood and flames, and were startled by the visible evil and resentment on his body.

Wang Shengzhao, who had met Chen Ming, did not recognize that the evil-god-like monster crawling out of hell in front of him was the Taoist priest from before.

Some officials realized that this was a good opportunity to show off in front of the new emperor, and immediately shouted: "Where did you come from?"

Before he could finish his words, he was glanced at by the bloody man and exploded into a bloody mist, which covered a group of officials nearby.

Jinluan Palace was dead silent.

Wang Shengzhao became angry: "Come here! Get him!"

Several masters hiding in the dark heard the sound and moved.

Although they are not top experts like Yu Tianxin and Juehai.

But the world is so big, and in just one month, Wang Shengzhao was able to recruit several top masters.

However, these four masters killed countless assassins for her in January, and she had high hopes for them.

They were all instantly killed in just one encounter, and there was no chance for them to scream. One head even fell in front of Wang Shengzhao.

"Protect Your Majesty!"

The guards outside overcame their fear. Of course, the most important thing was that they would rather die than be killed by the nine tribes.

A large number of armored guards wanted to rush into the hall.

Hearing their shouts of killing, murderous intent instantly covered Chen Ming's mind. With a thought in his mind, a bloody shadow clone walked out of his body.

The Shadow Clone of the Shadow Secret Technique does not need to be re-cultivated, just wish it.

The bloody shadow slowly walked out of the hall, turning back and grinning ferociously before going out.

Immediately, everyone heard countless screams superimposed on one another, and blood flowed into the hall along with broken corpses.

All the officials turned pale with fright, and some even fainted on the spot.

Wang Shengzhao was also trembling. She knew that the murderous god in front of her would kill her as long as she thought about it.

Wang Shengzhao struggled to maintain his composure: "You, what do you want to do?"

Chen Ming slowly walked up the steps without anyone stopping him.

Seeing the approaching God of Death, Wang Shengzhao couldn't help but step back slowly.

The extremely rich blood made her almost unable to breathe.

She backed away step by step until she hit something and fell down.

The pain from her buttocks made her realize that she was sitting on the throne, and the dull pain caused by the foreign object was the crown.

"Put on the crown." Chen Ming said solemnly.

Wang Shengzhao gritted his teeth, grasped the crown that was as cold as ice and trembled all over, and slowly put it on.

Sitting on the cold throne, feeling the weight above her head, she seemed to realize something.

"Well……"

Before she could ask, a hand had already been placed on her charming and white face.

The newly enthroned empress was pinned down on the throne and kneaded at will, and the ministers below had mixed emotions.

Ordinarily, they should angrily rebuke the thieves, but they were more afraid that they would be turned into blood mist before being executed by the nine tribes.

Chen Ming obviously didn't do it because he wanted to tease the empress.

With the physical contact, a large number of memories and emotions were transferred to Wang Shengzhao's heart.

Wang Shengzhao opened his mouth slightly, his consciousness confused and his eyes dull.

She has understood everything, she understands that her mediocre father was once an invincible general, and she understands the hardships and perseverance of her ancestors for thousands of years.

"Kingdom..."

Stab the magic sword into the ground, and a deep passage opens in front of the throne. It is bottomless, and a strange and chaotic aura comes from it.

"By the way, your father has one more thing to teach you."

"The emperor is invincible, only responsible."

After that, Chen Ming, whose consciousness became increasingly hazy and was about to be swallowed up by the blood sword's killing thoughts, jumped into the abyss.

Goal: Kill God.

…

The ground in front of the throne slowly "healed" and there was no trace left.

Wang Shengzhao, who understood everything in her heart, had no expression on her face, and the coldness of the throne could no longer scare her.

She slumped down on the throne calmly and relaxedly, looking at the dragon carved on the dome, her mind wandering to the sky.

She was thinking, what is her father thinking about when he is sitting here?

…

Chen Ming felt that he was falling with an irresistible trend, and even his blood was being eroded by a certain aura of decay and decay here.

He inserted the sword into the wall of the falling passage, and the too-sharp magic sword easily cut through the wall.

I don’t know how long it took before the downward trend slowly stopped.

Chen Ming immediately jumped down along the wall.

Finally reaching the depths of the earth, where the evil god's seal is.

While he was jumping down, he was always on guard against the evil god standing at the bottom to sneak up on him.

But I don’t know if the evil gods can’t reach this point, or if they have their own “morality” and don’t do this.

After exiting the passage, Chen Ming found that the seal was wider than he imagined.

It looks like a plain, and there are even weird plants growing there. The top can only be seen after hundreds of meters upward.

There was no light, it was completely dark.

Here, the line of sight is equivalent to being greatly weakened. Instead, the perception of blood is obviously more useful.

After walking a certain distance, Chen Ming "saw" three evil gods.

Of these three evil gods, the far left is an unknown humanoid creature.

He is about five meters tall, with a slender build, long legs and long arms. He has four arms and is humanoid in shape. All four arms are holding bone-white spears.

At the same time, His whole body was wrapped in bones.

It's sharp where it needs to be attacked, and the rest is rounded.

The evil god in the middle is a foreign object made up of countless eyeball-like pale and sticky substances piled together.

The whole body is oval-shaped, with no head or arms or legs.

On the right is something resembling a tree, but without roots.

It is supported by a slender object that looks like a leg. The lower body is thin and the upper body is bloated. It is made up of a large accumulation of foreign objects such as suckers, tentacles, unknown gelatinous objects, a large number of small eyes, and bones.

And the whole body is squirming and communicating, and sometimes tentacles or other things fall to the ground.

Chen Ming seemed to understand why the touch under his feet was very sticky.

These things are obviously the so-called evil gods.

Except that the thing on the left wrapped in an exoskeleton seems understandable.

The other two were simply born to scare their parents to death.

When ordinary people see these things, let alone resistance, it is better not to be frightened and run away.

he mused.

When his body was being washed by the dragon veins, Chen Ming felt a vague sense of will.

The voice told him that there were four evil gods.

Only three are seen today.

Is one of them hiding, or is he dead in a thousand-year seal?

Or maybe the evil god was too weak and was swallowed up by the remaining three?