The ancestor grew angrier the more he thought about it, especially seeing Emperor Jiang Chu still stubbornly sticking out his neck with a defiant expression.
Just as I was about to walk over and kick him, I looked up and saw Zhuanxu pretending not to be there.
So he coughed twice and sat down again, pretending to speak casually.
"Ahem, Zhuanxu, you've been clever since you were a child. Tell me, what should we do about this?"
That's right, this is none other than the famous Emperor Zhuanxu in Chinese history, the one who severed the connection between heaven and earth.
Upon hearing this, Emperor Zhuanxu looked helpless and could only step forward to speak.
"Don't worry, Ancestor. Xiao Jiu is always shrewd and there won't be any accidents."
"Really?" The ancestor looked at him with disbelief. "Zhuanxu, are you saying that Xiao Jiu even foresaw that Emperor Jiang Chu was so stupid?"
"The remedial measures were already in place?"
How would you expect Emperor Zhuanxu to respond to that?
If you say yes, doesn't that mean you're admitting that Emperor Jiang Chu was stupid?
If he said no, then he would be caught off guard by Xiao Jiu's perfect strategy.
So all they could do was remain silent, giving their ancestors a look that said, "You'll have to figure this out yourself."
Just as Emperor Zhuanxu had predicted: as they spoke, the sky darkened, and ominous clouds swept across the mountain where Zhao Youliang's gang was located.
These kids once thought they had done something wrong and were going to be struck by lightning!
After the dark clouds passed, an endless stream of resentment swept in, making it feel like standing in the middle of several mass graves.
Li Mao was immediately startled: "Holy crap, what's going on?"
"The gates of hell have opened? Are the evil spirits from the eighteen levels of hell about to crawl out?"
At this moment, Zhao Youliang was still holding back his big move, and Liao Zhiyuan answered Li Mao.
Seeing the resentment that was almost condensing into water droplets, Liao Zhiyuan subconsciously took several steps back.
"No, no, this isn't human resentment, it's divine... it's those Westerners who were killed first!"
"This resentment comes from the sea of blood!"
As they spoke, their resentment intensified, turning into black mist.
Within the black mist, one could vaguely make out ferocious faces—the faces of the gods who had been slain on the Sea of Blood.
"Oh, it really is them!"
Seeing this, the grasshopper spirit quickly drew his sword in front of him, protecting Zhao Youliang and Chang Jie behind him.
The book subtly suggests that ordinary people harbor resentment even when they are beaten to death, let alone gods who have existed for an unknown period of time.
They died with their eyes wide open in disbelief and dared not seek revenge against the master, so they followed the scent of his aura to Zhao Youliang's gang.
......
In the blink of an eye, the resentment swirled around once before surging into the body of Black Jesus.
Then the Black Jesus, who had been dead for a long time, slowly floated up.
His aura surged dramatically, making all the vengeful spirits and ghosts pale in comparison.
The current Little Blackie is the most vengeful ghost in history!
A series of cold laughs came from Black Jesus' mouth, but he hiccuped halfway through the laugh.
It turned out that the little wild boar had just pooped in his mouth, which he had accidentally swallowed.
It's not that Western vengeful spirits like to eat shit; it's just that they never expected the possessed little black creature to have shit in its mouth.
And after he swallowed the feces, he vomited violently, just like any other ordinary person, and couldn't stop.
Faced with the terrifying existence before them, Zhao Youliang's gang panicked.
Li Mao was the first to speak up: "Why don't we run away?"
The grasshopper spirit was already in despair: "Run? Where can we run?"
"This thing is terrifying! Even in the underworld, it could turn the King of Hell's palace upside down!"
"It's no use running anywhere!"
"Huh?!" Li Mao was startled when he heard this. Although he knew that eating shit was powerful, he did not expect it to be this powerful.
"What if we go to Chang Jie's house? Isn't his dad really tough?"
Before Chang Jie could speak, the grasshopper demon had already kicked Li Mao hard.
"Of the Chang brothers from Wanlong Mountain, only Eighth Master is left. What, you just want to bring trouble to this family?"
"What grudge does Young Master Chang Jie have against you?!"
Li Mao was stupid; how could he have a grudge against Chang Jie? Upon hearing this, he quickly apologized.
Unlike the grasshopper spirit, Chang Jie was quite calm, or rather, even when facing the collective resentment of the Western gods, he still couldn't muster any energy and was listless.
“You can bring him to my house.”
"Although my eldest uncle, my third uncle, my fourth uncle... my seventh uncle... oh, they're all dead!"
Seeing that Chang Jie was crying uncontrollably before he could finish speaking, Liao Zhiyuan quickly thought of another way.
If it weren't for the fact that the little black guy eating shit on the other side would have to vomit for a while, Liao Zhiyuan would have crushed the ball in his desperation.
"Quantum Bro, you..."
I was just about to ask Zhao Youliang when I realized he was holding back a big move, looking like he was constipated.
"No way? Has Quantum Bro gone mad with demonic possession?"
Everyone finally realized something was wrong.
It's been so long, even someone with constipation of over ten years would have passed by now, let alone a powerful move, but Zhao Youliang still hasn't reacted at all.
"Quantum?!" Just as the grasshopper spirit lightly touched it with its hand, Zhao Youliang, like a wind-up toy that had been fully charged, let out a roar and pounced on Black Jesus.
His body shimmered with Buddhist and Taoist light, mixed with a sinister ghostly aura.
Black Jesus, who was vomiting violently, was caught off guard and hit in the chin by a rocket, letting out a scream as he flew away.
At this moment, Zhao Youliang was like a mad dog... like a madman, chasing after Black Jesus and beating him mercilessly.
Although Black Jesus was much more powerful than Zhao Youliang, he was unable to fight back for a while.
The main problem is that I haven't finished vomiting yet...
"Holy crap, is Quantum on drugs?!"
While still in the process of transforming, Li Mao rushed forward to help, along with the grasshopper spirit and Liao Zhiyuan.
Zhao Youliang's gang had this tacit understanding: strike while the iron is hot.
Sister-in-law Yingchun sat cross-legged on the ground, reciting the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra.
Wisps of black energy continuously seeped from the body of the Black Jesus beneath the scriptures; this was the resentment that had been converted.
Chang Jie also maintained his principle of not being idle, waving a small flag and shouting encouragement.
However, I was crying so hard that I couldn't stop, so my cheering was intermittent.
"Add more oil..."
As Li Mao punched Black Jesus in the stomach, Black Jesus finally vomited the last bit of excrement.
With a burst of energy, he immediately sent Zhao Youliang and his gang flying.
Li Maofei was the furthest away, which is understandable since he was a paper doll.
Black Jesus wiped his mouth and grinned maliciously: "Hehehe, I, the all-knowing and all-powerful Almighty God, have descended! You lowly people are doomed!"
"I'll show you what real suffering is!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Youliang: "Wind!"
A hurricane rose from the ground, transforming into countless wind blades that slashed towards Zhao Youliang and the grasshopper spirit.
Then his gaze fell on Li Mao: "Fire!"
The ground erupted with fire in an instant, just like a volcano erupting from flat ground.
They immediately set Li Mao on fire, causing him to roll on the ground screaming in pain.
"Oh my god, the body my godfather made for me isn't fireproof at all!"
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