Chapter 13 The Man Who Made God Wail!“This… is God?!” On earth, people were questioning their souls, unable to believe what they were seeing. Killing is not for the sake of killing, but for enjoyment and to listen to the last wail of life. The desperate and helpless faces quickly decayed and turned into dark and cold skeletons. The soldier's final expression vaguely appeared in my mind, but I couldn't overlap it with his bald skull. "This is the devil, not God. He is not God!" "Evil spirits disguised as gods, the underworld is empty, the evil spirits are in the human world." "Who can save them?" "Kill Tang San and strangle the evil god in the cradle, so that he won't become a villain and bring disaster to the world in the future." "Everyone should look at the problem rationally and not vent your anger on innocent people. Just kill Tang San."
Wuhun Temple. Bibi Dong's smooth brows were slightly frowned, and her beautiful eyes were full of contempt for Gui Mu. She also killed people, and killed a lot of people, but she would not kill for no reason, and she would not kill for fun. Any enemy who hinders her from unifying the continent must be killed, no matter who they are. As for ordinary people, she has no interest in them. "Ghost Tree, the power of the Ksitigarbha world is indeed extraordinary..." "It's not just the poison of the flesh and blood of the pleura, but also the deep curse of death." As a ninety-nine-level Extreme Douluo, his twin martial souls are both demon spider spirits, and he is the Spider King among demon spiders. Death Spider King! Soul-Eating Spider King! When talking about demon spiders, one thing that cannot be avoided is their poison. Bibi Dong is not an expert on poisons, but she knows more about them than most people on the mainland. With every breath, the flesh and blood rotted, the vitality was wiped out, and even the soul was wiped out. You can imagine how powerful he is. Aside from his boring personality of killing people for fun, she didn't have much opinion about the Plague God. Soto City. Qin Mo raised an eyebrow and looked towards the Samsara Sky Curtain, watching Gui Mu's impromptu performance. The more arrogant you are now, the more miserable you will cry later~~! My own cultivation level is growing a bit slowly, stuck at level 44. I hope Black Dragon Tian will appear as soon as possible. I feel so inflated... I'm thirteen years old and level 44, and there's no one I can beat in the entire continent! …… In front of Chaoge City, poisonous locusts were like fog, gnawing at flesh and blood.
Leaving bones all over the ground. Telling the sorrow that had just happened. Guimu seemed to feel that his efficiency was too low, so he teleported in an instant, moving around the battlefield, spreading the fear of death and listening to the moving wails. Every time it appears, it will clear out a large area of forbidden areas for living creatures. Several circles of black poisonous pythons were swirling around his body, so cold that they seemed to be able to freeze his soul. Any Shang Dynasty general who survived the poisonous locusts and tried to attack him would be ruthlessly devoured, leaving only his bones. Faced with this deadly plague from God. Mortals are simply powerless to stop it and can only pray that the plague god stays away from them, the farther the better. Walk behind the soldier who is kneeling on the ground and howling in pain. The soldier looked young, about eighteen or nineteen years old, and he was lying on the ground trying to vomit. Every time he vomited violently, he would spit out disgusting green mucus, and strange symptoms on his body would slow down. Gui Mu gave a hideous and cruel smile. I encountered a monkey with good resistance to poison, but it was useless. He stretched out his hand, grasped the soldier's neck, lifted him up gently, and poured the poisonous locusts that penetrated every pore into him. "Ahhhh~~!" The young man howled in agony, the pain piercing his heart and bones. He could clearly feel the densely packed little bugs in his body, frantically devouring his flesh and blood. I stared at my arm in horror. It was completely unconscious, with no change on the outside, but the flesh and blood inside was completely gone. Just a few breaths. The wailing stopped abruptly. All that was left in Guimu's hands was a lifelike human skin, so complete that it looked like a fine work of art. Such a horrifying scene made people on the mainland tremble with fear. The so-called gods...are nothing more than demons who view humans as ants and toys for their own amusement! Even the most violent tyrant recorded in historical records was far inferior to the ghost tree in the sky. In the midst of the fierce wind, on top of the dragon's head. Tai Chi, with flames dancing on his head, looked down at the earth and smiled in appreciation. “Ah~hahaha~!” "When it comes to skinning people, you're the best!"
"Gui Mu, help me get a few more. My leather coat has been torn recently." "Please, I only wear human skins. Animal skins make me uncomfortable!" There was no contempt in his words, and he didn't even regard humans as living beings. It's like a stone on the roadside, if you don't like it, you can just crush it into powder with your foot, it's so casual. "You're so picky. I can't do anything about you." "Hold on……" "I'll pick out some of the best human skins for you." "Don't say that I am a disloyal brother!" Gui Mu's voice was low and extremely cold, and what was even more terrifying was the murderous light in his eyes. Scanning the battlefield recklessly. Looking for humans suitable for making leather coats. In this situation, not only the soldiers of the Shang Dynasty, but also the soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty were equally terrified. They were worried that this plague god, who killed people without mercy and treated human life as worthless, would set his sights on them. Many people felt this... This was probably why the Shang king rebelled against the gods. Who could tolerate a madman? Gui Mu's pale and cold eyes revealed unspeakable excitement and excitement. As the Great God of the Plague Department, a senior god in charge of the entire Plague Department, he hasn't felt so comfortable for a long time. It was so long that he almost forgot... Oh, he was the God of Plague, the God of Plague who caused endless killings! "It is the will of heaven that mortals cannot be slaughtered at will." "Because you are the most important labor force!" The rolling green aura rose from under his feet, surrounding his body and spreading wildly. A dark green cloak as deep as the abyss. The bones all over the ground echoed silently. At this moment, he vividly interpreted what a plague god was, turning the world into purgatory. The tens of thousands of soldiers present could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything and could hardly even think of resisting. "but……" "Today's fight against the merchant soldiers is an exception!" "You are all damned lowly mortals. You can have some fun this time." "It's really fun to see you groaning in pain, hehehe!" Guimu turned his head suddenly and stared at the soldier with a knife who was staggering not far away.
Everyone within a ten-meter radius is dead, and this one is the only one alive who still has the strength to lift the knife. "This one is still very energetic, not bad! Very strong!" "The hair is quite fine, so it must be a good skin." Gui Mu's copper mask emits a demon-like whisper. The figure flickers. Teleport into the void. The gray hand with wisps of black smoke was less than an inch away from the soldier's neck. Vaguely, one could even feel the delicate touch and the impending wailing. Swish~~! The edge suddenly appeared. The sound of sharp blades cutting flesh and blood echoed throughout the battlefield. As the blood gushed out wildly. The battlefield fell into an eerie silence. Me, where are my hands... Guimu looked at the empty cuffs. If I remember correctly, that should be where the hands are. Where did your hands go? He lowered his eyes and saw that the thing dropped on the ground was very familiar. It was the hand that had accompanied him for ten thousand years. The next second, the pain arrived as expected, spreading from the wound to the entire body, stimulating every inch and every muscle. "Ah~~~my hand!" "my hand!!!" (End of this chapter)