Chapter 493 Devil's Hall

Once this lucky character becomes a subordinate of the demon god, he immediately extracts some luck from the original world.

"It seems that this demon god really can't be understated. He actually knows the truth of gathering people, and the people gathered are all with a certain luck. No wonder the spirit of destruction is getting stronger and stronger, and it can suppress the heart of the fairyland." Jing Ping thought secretly, but then a sneer appeared on the corners of his mouth, "It's just a pity that this group of weak-hearted wastes are willing to associate with the demon god for the illusory eternity. Otherwise, all of these people will have a condensed cultivation. Different adventures, even if they can't become the Mahayana monk, at least It is also the peak of the combination. As long as you are dedicated to Taoism, it is not a problem even if you fly to become a real immortal.

"I'm impatient, my will is not strong, and I waste my qualifications and opportunities in vain. It's really stupid, pitiful and hateful."

Jing Ping looked at these people, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

He knew that most of these people were frustrated or forced by the demon god to join them, but the more so, the more wasteful they became.

Although the demon god is the most poisonous existence in the heavens and the world, he can't really come to the body. He can only use all kinds of illusions and confuse monks.

As long as the Taoist heart is firm, he will definitely be able to defeat the demon god, make a breakthrough in cultivation, get the truth of heaven, and understand the mystery.

The so-called demon god's persecution is just a means to play with people's hearts. However, these monks have the luck of heaven and earth, but they are not strong-willed and are willing to be with the demon god. Isn't this a waste of luck, all of which are used by the demon gods and turn their heads to deal with all sentient beings in the world.

It's like a person who was bewitched by people outside and turned around and forced his parents with a knife.

How can this kind of monk not be hated?

"Well, it won't take long for me to kill all these wastes, which can also be regarded as killing all sentient beings." Jing Ping thought coldly that at the same time, his footsteps were getting closer and closer to the temple of the demon god.

This demon temple seems to be extremely huge from afar. The whole body is made of stone. There is no brilliance or decoration, but in this way, it becomes more mysterious and powerful.

Jing Ping kept walking all the way and walked straight forward. His current identity is Zuo Wentian. A white dress looks extremely dazzling here, attracting the attention of countless demons and gods.

At this moment, a black light directly reached in front of Jing Ping, and a huge voice came out, "The devil god Zuo Wentian, you have swallowed more than 20 demon gods in succession, and even the fierce gods in the twelve leaders of the demon god have been poisoned by you. What's the explanation for this?"

The sound spreads widely. After the words landed, almost all the demons and gods sensed it and were immediately shocked.

"What, this Zuo Wentian is just a virtual cultivation. How can he devour the fierce god! You should know that the cultivation of the god of destruction has reached the peak of the combination. It is only one step away from becoming a Mahayana monk, and the body of the demon god has been condensed. How is this possible?

"That is, it is rumored that this fierce god is still an elder of the Qingxu faction, which is highly valued in the door. If it lasts a period of time, it is not impossible to be in charge of the faction! At that time, the power of my demon god will increase again, but this man actually destroyed the other party. Isn't this ruining the leader's plan and the big event of the demon god!"

"I think this person is over. Although it is extremely normal for the demons and gods to devour each other, now there is a system. If there is a system, there will be rules. If this person violates the rules, the end must be extremely miserable!"

"Let's take a look. This person's means are poisonous and can devour the god. Naturally, there is something unique. How can he not be expected?"

"Nothing has been decided yet. Let's wait and see."

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The sound of discussion began to appear. Jing Ping ignored these comments at all and answered directly to Wu Guang, "The reason is very simple. I want to be the leader!"

As soon as the words came out, the monks were shocked and talked about it again.

"Did I hear it correctly? Does this person devour the other party just because he wants to be the leader?

"It's so fierce, so direct!"

"Why didn't you see that Zuo Wentian was such a person before?"

"What will happen to the people in the temple of gods and demons?"

The dark light trembled, and it seemed to be shocked by Jing Ping's words. After a long silence, he finally said, "Come to the Temple of Gods and Demons."

"This is what I mean." Jing Ping sneered and walked away, followed by countless monks.

In a moment, Jing Ping had arrived at the square outside the hall of gods and demons. At a glance, the whole square was full of strong sense of destruction, frantically pouring into his body.

The effect of these destructive meanings is very simple, just to determine whether Jing Ping is a member of the demon god. After pouring, it is undoubtedly found that it will immediately pour out and return to the square.

But how could Jing Ping let these meanings of destruction go? He sneered, and a strong suction suddenly broke out in his body, which directly refined the meanings of these demons and became his own power!

"Uh-huh!"

A voice of surprise suddenly sounded from the temple of the devil, which seemed to deter the soul, but Jing Ping did not move and his face was expressionless.

Then the door of the hall suddenly opened. There was no light in the hall, but only a black and gray color. There was no end at a glance, as if it led to an abyss, and as if it was a road to despair.

All the monks who followed Jing Ping were immediately shocked and said, "This is the road of the demon god. It is rumored that as long as you are quite a leader, you can directly enter it. If your strength is not enough, you will be immediately swallowed up by the road of the demon god. If you are strong and loyal to the demon god, you can become one of the leaders and become It's not a problem for the devil!"

"Do you think your leaders have agreed with Zuo Wentian's statement? Directly laid the road of the devil, as long as he can pass, he will be promoted to the leader?

"My God, once you become the leader, the benefits are endless. It is even possible to be received by the Demon God and transmit the method of the Demon God!"

"Well, whether he will go or not will say twice. Even if he goes, he may not be able to succeed!"

"I don't think he dares to go either. He can devour the god, which can only prove that he has some means, but it can't prove that his cultivation has really reached that level."

"Me too. After all, there is no turning back as soon as this channel enters."

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Just as the monks were talking, Jing Ping had stepped forward directly. His footsteps were very gentle and looked extremely slow, but in fact it was extremely fast. In a flash, his figure had been swallowed up by the bottomless darkness, which directly made all the monks dull.

As soon as he stepped into it, Jing Ping immediately felt that countless pairs of eyes were looking at him.

These eyes contain thousands of negative interests, pain, torture, pleading, fierceness, insidiousness, killing... and so on. The eyes are like invisible knives, fiercely inserted into the soul of Jingping.

"Help me, help me..."

"Hey hey hey..."

"Kill...Kill!"

At the same time, bursts of voices began to come out, some were wailing, some were laughing, some were crying, and some were already crazy.

For a moment, thousands of eyes and all kinds of evil rushed to Jing Ping together, as if to tear his soul, tear his body to pieces, and become a member of the pain.

"Humph!" When Jing Ping was attacked, he immediately looked cold and let out a cold hum like thunder!

Suddenly, a broken sound began to come out. The bottomless darkness broke like a mirror in an instant. The real scene in the hall appeared in Jing Ping's eyes.

On the throne made of twelve pure stone, there were eleven monks.

These eleven monks are profound and condensed. At a glance, they are all integrated masters, but at this moment, the eyes of these eleven masters are full of surprise.

They know how difficult and terrible the road of the demon god is. When they came in, they all experienced many dangers and torture to see the real scene. However, the virtual monk in front of them could actually destroy the road of the demon god in a short time!

How can this make them not be surprised? All kinds of thoughts arise in their hearts for a moment.