Listening to Bai Yijun's slightly doubtful words, Ye Chen frowned slightly and looked at the dark night scene outside the window of the spaceship. The thick fog in the sky obscured the blood-red full moon, and the earth was covered with a layer of dark snow. Unconsciously, the sky quietly came to evening.

"Perhaps only the ancestors know this." Ye Chen sighed softly, then smiled, held Bai Yijun's hand tightly, and said, "Let's go back to the tribe first."

Yijun noticed that his little hand was being held and his cheeks turned a little red.

…

Yanshen Mountain.

Temple of the Earth.

A blushing blood moon slowly emerged from behind the thick fog, emitting an enchanting and hazy blood-red moonlight, covering the mysterious mountain lurking in the night.

There are no big cities within a light year around this mountain, only small towns. The technological power in the city is not strong, and the prosperity is just moderate. There are no powerful gods. Even the town closest to Yanshen Mountain, where the strongest people live, are only high-level gods.

However, at this moment, a man appeared like a ghost in the courtyard where this high-level god lived. The man's figure was silent, like a breeze in the night, standing gracefully in the desolate corridor. The blood-red moonlight slanting in from the eaves of the corridor stretched his back very long on the fine sandalwood floor, like a demon in the darkness, with an unknown weird smile.

Ji Zangchuan stood in the corridor, looking at the metal-enclosed room in front of him, with a touching and handsome smile on his face, his clear and elegant black hair dancing like an hourglass in the night wind, his face as white as fine porcelain, half in the shadow, and the other half covered with a layer of bloody moonlight, looking a little mysterious.

His deep gaze seemed to be able to penetrate everything. He could even see the high-level gods who were practicing in the metal-enclosed room in front of him. He smiled. It was like walking in his own house, walking towards the metal-enclosed door in front of him, and then, like a wisp of light smoke, penetrating in. It was as if this indestructible door was just an illusory projection.

Bora closed his eyes and cultivated the magic power in his body. He was the deacon elder of the twelfth hall of the ancient Babylonian civilization. He was now stuck in a bottleneck. He only needed a little bit of miraculous power to help him break through from a high-level god to a peak god, so that he could jump from a low-level deacon elder to an elder of the honorary elder group!

Although both of them were elders, their statuses were completely different. He was secretly a little anxious. He had been stuck at the level of a high-level god for many years. He had not made any breakthroughs, so tonight he planned to make another breakthrough. He concentrated his thoughts completely inside his body, leaving no perception of the outside world. He knew that in this carefully forged training room, absolutely no one could come in, not even a primary God Emperor!

Buzz~

When he gathered all his strength to attack, he failed again as usual. His mind buzzed and went blank. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. He sighed deeply in his heart. Although he failed many times, each time he was filled with a hint of loss and frustration.

He shook his head and sat down to recover a little, then opened his eyes and prepared to get up to wash the dirt off his body, but suddenly his body froze and became motionless. His eyes were filled with indescribable horror and fear as he looked at the tall man standing in the darkness in front of him with a smile.

"You, you..." His throat moved, but a low and hoarse sound like the friction of sand came out.

"I failed." Di Zangchuan walked out of the darkness with an elegant and luxurious smile on his lips. Although there was no light in the training room, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of starlight, dazzling and bright. "What a pity, your aptitude is so poor. It should be a miracle that you can succeed." His expression looked very regretful.

"Who... are you?" Bora's voice sounded as if the devil had strangled her throat, and it sounded very uncomfortable.

The corners of Ji Zangchuan's mouth slightly raised, and his snow-white eyes seemed to have a strange magic, staring into Bora's eyes, "Tell me, who is the Lord of the Earth this time?"

Bora's pupils gradually became dazed, and he murmured as if possessed by a demon: "Lord of the Earth, it's Cang Dao..."

"Cang Dao?" Di Zang Chuan seemed to be thinking about something, and then asked, "Is Cang Xue in the Earth Temple?"

"Cang Xue... is the ancestor of the Earth God..."

"Oh?" Di Zangchuan's eyes became bright, "Which generation of the Lord of the Earth is Cang Dao?"

"The 21st generation..."

"I see." Ji Zangchuan withdrew his gaze from Bora and looked back at the thick fog and dark clouds on the skylight in the house. His eyes were as bright as if they were covered with a layer of white snow. "Time flies... By this calculation, Cang Xue should have passed away for a very long time." His voice seemed a little hot and boiling in the darkness, with a faint smell of blood.

Then, he glanced at the unconscious Bora, his expression was cold and arrogant, and his voice was slightly sarcastic, "After so many years, nothing has changed. They still use the usual tricks. They have spread some small towns around and raised so many weak and humble microorganisms. They have implanted spiritual seals in their bodies and reproduced through the mother's embryo. People from generation to generation have such spiritual seals in their bodies. Once they fall within a light-year radius, the spiritual seal will trigger the 'spiritual light system' in the air, and then the intelligent goddess in the temple will check the intruders, hehe..."

He smiled gently, turned around and walked towards the dark metal door behind him. The moment he turned around, the unconscious body of Bora behind him melted like ice and snow, and the muscles and blood all over his body, like burning candles, quickly turned into sticky blood-colored mucus, which swelled on the ground, leaving only a white skeleton.

"Cang Xue is dead, what else do I have to fear..." Di Zangchuan's figure appeared above the small town, standing in the dark night sky. The gentle and cool breeze blew the edges of his clothes, making them flutter slightly. He was like the god of death in the darkness, overlooking the entire town.

Then he slowly raised his hand.

Pressing down gently is like pressing on invisible air, or like caressing the skin of your lover.

A faint and misty breeze blew towards him, with a faint smell of blood in the air. He smiled gently, and his two rows of snow-white teeth looked particularly bright and cold against his shadowed face.

Then, his figure flashed slightly and disappeared out of thin air.

After a while, the thick fog in the starry night slowly pulled back the curtains, revealing a blood-red moon. The eerie and cold light illuminated the entire town. This town, which had been somewhat bustling, now became utterly silent, as if there had been no sound at all.

The moonlight shone on the ground like snow and frost. On the streets of the town, sticky scarlet blood slowly flowed out from under the doors of thousands of households. On this dark and windy night, it was full of weirdness and eeriness.

…

Yan Shen Mountain, in the Temple of the Earth.

A sharp and piercing alarm sounded from the central system, shaking the hearts of countless people and causing all the elders, deacons, and hall masters who were meditating in the quiet night to rush over quickly - because the Lord of the Earth Hall had issued an emergency call.

In fact, everyone who has worked here for a long time knows that if you hear the alarm from the central system, you must rush there as soon as possible without being summoned, because in countless long years, the central system has not sounded an alarm. The most recent time was 70 million years ago, when the Dragon Soul Beast from the Abyss Canyon of the Dark World tore through the space rift and came to the jurisdiction of the Earth Temple. The battle at that time became an epic, so fierce that it was indescribable, and was recorded in the history of the temple.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

And in that battle, the 19th Lord of the Earth Palace died on the spot!

When the alarm sounded, the entire Yanshen Mountain quickly revived from the silent night. The sentry, who was still a little sleepy, was immediately startled. The blood in his body seemed to be flowing backwards. He looked around nervously, and his heart seemed to be tightened by a thread.

Inside the temple meeting hall.

The bright lights shone on everyone's face, revealing a pale complexion. There was a gloom on everyone's brow. Most people sat there in silence, while some were talking in low voices.

"The Palace Master is here--" Suddenly a soft voice spread throughout the conference room.

Everyone stopped in an instant and stood up from their seats as if reflexively, their bodies standing straight as javelins, stiff as if someone had pressed their acupoints.

A faint fragrance seemed to float in the warm air, as if there was the sound of falling petals. Not far from the door, a nine-headed dragon wearing golden armor and with tiny golden carvings on its chest appeared. Its fine scales were like sharp blades, reflecting cold light.

The man walked very slowly, but in the blink of an eye he appeared at the door of the conference room, and in the blink of an eye again, he was sitting on the golden dragon throne at the top of the conference table.

"Greetings to the Lord Palace Master!"

Everyone bowed their heads, bent their waists, and spoke in pious and respectful voices.

The man in golden armor simply tapped the table twice with his index finger, and everyone sat down one after another as if their acupuncture points were loosened.

"Do you know why I called you here?" The soft and magnetic voice of the man in golden armor, like warm spring water, echoed in everyone's ears. His eyes were only looking at the table in front of him, the door at the end of the sacred table, and the dark night sky in the distance.

Everyone was silent for a while during the light words. After a while, a slightly fat man stood up, bowed and said respectfully: "Reporting to the Lord Palace Master, I just learned from the Intelligence Department that someone secretly broke into the security zone of our Earth Temple headquarters and brutally killed people in seven or eight towns in one minute. 640 million people died, and no one was injured. It can be seen that there should be only one person, and he is very powerful!"

The others knew that this slightly plump man was the deputy director of the intelligence department. When they heard him say this number, they couldn't help but frown and felt heavy in their hearts.

In the dead silence, the golden armored man tapped the tabletop with his fingers, slowly and with a strange rhythm, as if tapping on everyone's hearts. His elegant and gentle voice rang out softly, "The person who came is more than just powerful, he should be considered a monster..."

Chapter 13: The Great Holy War Chapter 111: Bloody Night

Chapter 13: The Great Holy War Chapter 111: Bloody Night, Arrival