"Little Prince Nanli, have you killed it?"

When Du Heng learned that the attack of the Nanli mission was related to the eldest prince of Nanli, he sneered in his heart and asked Master Miao again.

"Reporting to my god, the little prince Nanli is unexpectedly strong. We have more than a dozen masters of magical powers surrounded and killed, but they are still escaped by him."

Master Miao bowed and replied.

"Running?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Du Heng's eyes. Prince Nanli was only fourteen years old, right? Even if he practiced from his mother's womb, he would at most be only at the spiritual level.

His spiritual cultivation is not the terrifying strength of this king with 40,000 spiritual runes. How could he escape from more than a dozen masters of supernatural powers?

All... This little prince of Nanli is definitely a problem.

Du Heng quickly asked Master Miao: "Did you find anything abnormal when you attacked the little prince of Nanli?"

"have!"

Master Miao nodded, "The aura of the little prince Nanli is very wrong, it looks a bit like an alien aura. It is violent, arrogant, fierce, violent, and extremely powerful. It is simply a monster."

Alien?

Du Heng frowned, could it be... the blood concentration of this little prince of Nanli is ridiculously high, and there is a real phenomenon of atlas rebirth?

Although the Vermilion Bird is respectfully called a divine beast, it has also become the source of the totem and bloodline of Nanli Kingdom, but... this thing is essentially a violent alien creature.

If the blood concentration of the little prince Nanli is extremely high, a real phenomenon of atlas rebirth occurs, and it is eroded by the bloodline nature and becomes an alien monster.

This is interesting.

A smile appeared on Du Heng's face. Chi Ying, you might be able to get the blood of the Vermilion Bird you need.

He found the little prince of Nanli, captured him back and returned it to Princess Nanli, and took a tube of the blood of the Vermilion Bird as interest.

Du Heng smiled and said, "The most important thing is to control the Five Plagues Cults first, and then... the Five Plagues Cults and the billions of Ziming of the Shanyue Tribe are all my eyes."

As long as the little prince Nanli appeared in the territory of the Shanyue tribe, I will definitely find him.

Thinking of this, Du Heng turned his head to look at the Master Miao and Elder Shi, and said, "Miao Sheng, as the Master Miao priest of the Miasma tribe, you summon the Master Miao priests of the other four ministries to discuss matters. I want to transform them into their thoughts."

"yes!"

The Miao Master quickly accepted the order.

Immediately, Master Miao took Du Heng and walked out of Elder Shi's cave and came to the Hall of Plague God on Poison Dragon Island.

Located at the highest peak of Poison Dragon Island, the Hall of Plague God is not only the main temple of Plague God, but also the place for major ceremonies and important meetings.

A moment later, Master Miao brought Du Heng to the Hall of the Plague God.

Walking into the hall, Du Heng saw a huge statue of god standing above the main hall.

This is a human-shaped statue with a blurred face, which looks very majestic. However... the gods now have no divine nature of the plague god, and only a trace of residual divine power is left.

At the beginning, after the old man chopped off the plague god with one sword, the real plague god was finished.

Du Heng obtained the talisman of the plague god, but because of insufficient cultivation, he could not digest and absorb the divine nature of the plague god, and he could not obtain the true plague god's personality.

Even now, Du Heng is not a real plague god, and can only slightly drive some of the plague god's power.

After all, the plague god is at the level of the Dharma Realm. Du Heng can only use the ninth level of spiritual power to calculate it strictly, and he is not even at the level of magical power.

"My God, please wait. The little man immediately summoned the other four main priests to the Grand Temple to discuss matters."

Master Miao greeted Du Heng, walked to the altar of the plague god, and reached out to press the "lotus platform" composed of strange bone spurs on the altar.

The bone spikes penetrated the palms, and a dark green blood flowed out, seeping into the bone spikes.

Drive the plague magic power, the statue's feet were like a lotus platform, and runes rays lit up instantly.

“Woo…”

A desolate horn sounded, and a vast sound echoed over the Poison Dragon Island.

After three consecutive horns, Miaozhuji pulled out his bloody hands from the bone spurs, and granulations on the wound quickly wriggled, and the wound healed rapidly.

"My God, the villain has issued a call to call. The main priests of the other four ministries will arrive soon."

Master Miao bowed to Du Heng to report.

"very good!"

Du Heng smiled, "Prepare a good bar for them first!"

"yes!"

Master Miao quickly took the order and immediately took out a few jars of wine from the talisman and placed it on the five tables placed in the hall.

Immediately, Du Heng injected a great freedom inner demon sword energy into each pot of wine, so he asked Master Miao to take his seat, while he hid behind the statue with his shadow escape power.

A moment later, a sound of light breaking through the air came from outside the hall, and four figures rushed into the hall one after another.

"Miao Sheng, what are you doing? Why did you use the poison dragon horn that was used in the ceremony?"

At the front, an old demon, who was thin all over, like a skeleton, was leaning on a pitch-black bone stick and staring at Miao Sheng with anger on his face.

In Du Heng's eyes, the man emitted a strong sense of disease, and countless viruses were piled up in his body, such as plague, typhoid, smallpox, cholera... countless.

Such a fiercely contagious virus must be the "main priest of the epidemic department" among the five divisions of the Plague Sect.

"Miao Sheng, you have a bad mind, right?"

An old man with a hunchbacked body next to him was also very dissatisfied with Miao Sheng's "Celebration Ceremony".

While talking, this man coughed, and seemed to be a tuberculosis ghost. This must be the "Tuber Priest" in the Five Divisions of the Plague Sect.

"The Miao Master's Festival kicks off the ceremony and calls us to discuss matters. There must be important matters to discuss."

A woman with a fiery red snake wrapped around her arm hurriedly stepped forward and gave the Miao Master accusation.

This woman is the new priest of the Gu tribe.

Because the previous main priest of the Gu tribe was killed by King Kang's Heavenly Demon God Slaughter Book, this woman had just succeeded as the main priest of the Gu tribe. Her prestige and strength were at the bottom among the main priests of each tribe, and she had no weight in speaking.

"You are a junior, don't interrupt!"

The "Master Priest of the Malaria Ministry" next to him scolded him, turned his head to look at Miao Sheng, "Miao Sheng, you colluded with Nan Li and have ulterior motives. If you don't give an explanation for this matter today, you won't think about it."

"I just follow the will of my God and summon the priests of the tribes to discuss matters. What are you dissatisfied?"

Master Miao frowned, with anger in his eyes.

"My God? Let's talk behind closed doors and no longer have to pretend."

The chief priest of the Ministry of Epidemics sneered, "My god has long been dead and was killed by the master of the Heart Sciences Wang Zhengyang under the city of Donghai. Where is there any god?"

"presumptuous!"

Miao Sheng slapped the table with an angry face, "How dare you blaspheme?"

The colorful miasma tumbling from Miao Sheng's body, and the murderous aura was like an angry tide.

Du Heng said a word!

Why are you worried about the routine I have agreed to?

I have compiled the script, but you don’t act according to the script?
Chapter completed!