Prehistoric: The Haotian Jade Emperor

  Chapter 328 Disaster

  In a small village on the periphery of a rolling mountain.

A huge flying boat hung over the village, flying off a few young people wearing white clothes and dyed green. If anyone in the spiritual world sees it, they will be surprised, because these people are from the strongest dynasty of the Big Dipper. Emergence of the gods.

  Below the flying boat, there are dozens of people. They are villagers in this village.

Among the dozens of villagers, there are two people, a boy and a little girl, looking at the flying boat in the sky, and the few godly disciples who are like flying immortals, shrinking their heads in fear, and tightening their heads. He pulled his finger and shrank behind the boy.

  The disciples of the Shenchao crossed the villagers and looked at the boy and the nun, a person who resembled the leader's mouth.

   "You! Come out!" The leader pointed at the boy and said.

  "Fairy!" The boy walked forward and bowed.

   "We want you to join the Yuhua God Dynasty, are you willing?" That humanitarian.

  "Me?" The boy frowned slightly.

   seemed to see the boy’s worries, smiled,

  "The little girl next to her should be your sister, don't worry, if you agree to join us, even if your sister is only a mortal body, she can join with you and go to the immortal gate together! Cultivating immortal way!" That humanity.

   "Okay! I do!" said the boy.

"very good!"

  In front of the small village, there was a sea of ​​corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Those corpses were all possessors of various physiques that were intact when they became an immortal blood sacrifice, and the blood was still flowing out of their corpses.

  Dozens of disciples of the gods stood on a flying boat, their eyes were as cold as ice, looking at the numerous corpses below without expression.

   Around the village, that is, outside the Sea of ​​Blood, Shishan, surrounded by a group of people in different clothes. Some of them were government monks who ruled this area in the city, and some were casual monks who came from elsewhere.

Looking at the corpse mountain and the blood-red village, they looked different, some resented, some helpless, some sorrow, some pain and tears, their complexion was even more different, and more of them came here to see the lively monks. .

  At this time, a young figure was sitting in a pool of blood swayingly, with two lines of tears on her immature face, which kept streaming down and melted with the blood.

   "Brother, where are you?" The little girl yelled, in her clear voice, there was endless despair.

  In front of her, there were corpses lying on the ground.

   "Cut the grass and roots! Kill her!"

  At this time, a cold sound rang from the flying boat in the sky.

   "Yes!" a disciple replied, and then he drew out his saber and pointed it straight at the girl.

  The disciple gestured, came to the girl with no expression, looked at her coldly, as if looking at a dead person, to a girl, it was like an ant without any emotion, just like a robot.

  When the girl saw someone appear in front of her, she quickly raised her head, opened her small round eyes, and looked at the disciple.

   "Big brother, where did my brother go? It's not my brother who joined you in the fairy gate! Why hasn't he come back?"

  The man snorted coldly.

   "As a eucharist, your brother naturally dedicated himself to the great cause of God, so you don't need to stay here, you are also a useless person, just go to die!"

  The person's words were cold, every sentence and every word, like a sharp knife, was deeply pierced in the girl's heart.

   "No, I don't believe that my brother is such a good person, how could he die? Yes! You must have killed my brother! Give my brother his life!" The girl frantically pulled the disciple's clothes.

  "Go!" Seemingly impatient, the disciple kicked the girl away.

   "Ah!" The girl yelled, and then flew out.

  However, the girl did not feel any physical pain after landing. She got up and came to the disciple again. She seemed to be crazy, and kept kowtow at the disciple.

   "Please, big brother! Give me my brother, give me back."

  A group of casual cultivators sighed when they saw this situation.

   "Oh, this little girl is also pitiful. She has missed her only family at a young age. In the future, how can she survive in this cruel world!"

   "From the beginning of the great figures of the gods, leading many physique owners to Chengxiandi, she has stayed here, saying that she is waiting for her brother to come back."

   "Yes! This girl is really pitiful!"

   "Fuck!" The sound of drawing a knife sounded.

  "Are you crazy? What are you going to do?" I saw a group of people in local hunting clothes drew out the knife, but another person held his wrist.

   "I want to save her!" That humane.

   "You? How do you save it? People are practitioners with boundless magical powers. Can you ever fight? Even if you fight or die, what should your family do? Have you ever thought about it?" Another human being.

   "Then I can't just watch the girl die!" That humane said.

   "No way! People are from the Yuhua God Dynasty, and we are also people's subordinates, what should we do?" Another humanity said.

  The man heard that he had inserted the knife into its sheath and stopped speaking, just staring at the girl who hadn’t spoken for a long time.

   "Huh! Let's count you knowing each other!" In fact, the disciple felt it as early as when the arrest was about to draw the sword, but he didn't make a move.

  Recovered, the girl was still pulling her clothes, and the disciple seemed to be even more impatient by the little girl's cries, and raised her foot and kicked at the little girl.

  This time, it took a little bit more effort than last time. No matter what, it was a monk. A casual kick is enough for an ordinary person to drink a pot, let alone just a little girl.

  The little girl flew out, a mouthful of blood sprayed into the air, after landing, she clutched her abdomen and kept twitching.

   "Little bastard! Just as ignorant as your brother! Go to hell!" The man raised the knife in an instant.

   "Enough!" Just as he raised his hand to solve the little girl, a sound of vicissitudes came from the flying boat above.

   "Okay, nowadays there are so many things, we don't have much time to stay here."

   "Yes!" said the disciple.

"Good luck for you, but, next time, don't let Lao Tzu see you, or I will torture you to death." After that, the disciple flew on the flying boat and left here with the others through the flying boat. .

  After they left, people who had stayed on the periphery came in one after another. They were basically relatives or friends. They came here this time for one thing, that is, collecting the corpse.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I promised you, I can't do it!" After saying this intermittently, Xiaonan looked at the bronze ring in her hand again, and covered the one in her arms with her left hand. The mask made it hard to bear the pain, dizzy for a while, and fell asleep.

   "Damn Feather God!" The hunter just looked at the **** corpse mountain in front of him, with endless anger in his eyes.

   "Shut up!" the other catcher shouted loudly.

  Just now, the catcher looked at the girl lying in a pool of blood, walked over, picked up the girl who had fainted, and left here alone.

  (End of this chapter)