Chapter 432: The mighty Dark Alliance and the humble Kyushu
The Changhe River is bright red.
Struggling human hands emerged from the thick blood. They tried their best to move upwards, but were suddenly dragged down by something. Then other hands reached up.
A group of wronged souls desperately pulled the people above them and stepped on them, trying to see a ray of light.
But their bodies were always covered with a thin film of blood, and even if they rushed out of the river, nothing could be seen.
After working hard but getting no results, resentment grows rapidly.
Hatred, malice, fear, greed...
All kinds of negative emotions, like an uncurable poison, spread across the river. Even a group of half-kings were uncontrollably affected, their faces turning pale.
The wails of these wronged souls crawled into my ears like insects.
Just standing above the river, they had to expend a lot of energy to resist the invasion of the curse.
Compared with this, the ghost den of the son of the God of Rivers was like a half-finished product.
The God of Rivers looks like a Chinese man. He wears a bright red ancient official uniform with dragons and phoenixes carved on it, which is of an absurdly high standard. He also wears a gorgeous hat and clothes, which shows that he has a very high status.
"Jiang Shen, you dare to take action, aren't you afraid that the Ghost Sacrifice lineage's thousand-year foundation will be destroyed in an instant?"
At this time, the City King spoke coldly.
The blood-red prison of flames above her head had become so solid that it was almost real, and her whole body was surging with an unimaginably powerful aura, but compared to Jiang Shen, it was still far inferior.
Jiang Shen looked over and frowned slightly.
The other party was right. His action was actually a risky move.
In this calamity of the Nine Provinces, it was tacitly understood by everyone that if those below the king level went into battle, and the Ghost Sacrifice lineage could only produce half a king, no matter how big the commotion was, the consequences in the future would not fall on the two kings.
But with Wang’s intervention, the meaning is different.
It is said that Yan Luo can't do anything to them, that is only when the other party is unwilling to pay a high price and has to guard the restricted area.
He really didn't care about anything. No one in this world dared to say that he could bear the wrath of the Ten Kings of Hell.
The River God didn't look at the City King, but looked eastward. His voice was carried by the river: "Have our friends from the Dark Alliance arrived?"
A moment later, a yellow talisman flew over, shaking out a sound wave.
"I have arrived at the East Coast, so feel free to act."
The expressions of the half-kings of Jiuzhou all darkened. They naturally recognized that this was the mysterious Xu Fu.
The opponent's strength is unknown, but he has confronted and fought with the King of Mount Tai, which means that he is at least a king of the seventh or eighth step and has special means, otherwise he would not be a match for the King of Mount Tai.
Jiang Shen pondered for a moment, still looking uneasy, and spoke again: "I heard that Xu Fu traveled overseas long ago and brought with him many rare treasures, one of which was called 'Mirage'. Would you like to see it?"
This time, the other side waited a little longer.
Not long after, a crystal bead the size of a thumb flew over at high speed, and a picture scroll was unfolded in the air, which showed the situation of the East China Sea in Kyushu.
Everyone looked at it and their pupils shuddered.
Above the East China Sea, four terrifying figures were floating on the side of the Dark Alliance.
The Ghost King Bodhisattva, the Zuoyi Wu King, the blood-clothed female ghost king, and the You King whose face cannot be seen clearly.
Not only that.
There are also huge ancient masted ships floating on the sea, majestic and powerful, with frigates comparable in size to aircraft carriers. No one knows how these things were made in the technologically underdeveloped era.
At the bow of the largest ship, a man in Taoist robes was sitting cross-legged. He looked indifferent, but his occasional glances made people afraid to look him in the face.
The situation in Kyushu is rather shabby.
A sturdy old man, wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, squatted on a large strait, holding a hundred-meter-long rod, fishing on the east coast.
Standing next to him was a middle-aged man with a wry smile. It was the King of the Demon Realm. He held a tablet in one hand and a Dark Soul Pearl in the other, both of which were infused with power, ready to strike at any time.
He was the most nervous person in the whole audience.
Next to him was an old man smoking, a cigarette in his hand, and pressing buttons on his smartphone with one finger. After a lot of effort, he seemed to have finally completed the operation. He put the phone to his ear and listened for a while, then put it down in discouragement.
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