Forty-Seven Pastors

When I opened the door, a choking dust air surged into the tip of my nose. I saw an incense table. The faded yellow cloth curtain hung on the beams and pillars in the house. There were two rows of stone statues of different shapes with mottled paint around. One by one, they looked like the avians of hell.

On the top main seat is a stone statue with its head turned around, with eight arms stretched out from behind, and a huge evil eye on the navel, like a ancestral hall dedicated to the underworld, with an indescribable gloom.

When the three tigers walked to the door, they were so timid that they did not dare to come in.

Su He asked them to guard the door and came in by himself.

As soon as I came in, I could clearly feel that the temperature here was a little lower than that outside.

However, Su He himself was just a spirit, so he was not afraid. He walked around the dilapidated ancestral hall, and there was nothing special.

Until he walked to the statue of the worshipped god who turned his head and turned, the statue lying crooked on the ground was shocked by Su He's mind.

Su He picked up the broken head on the ground and wiped the dust on the broken head with the yellow cloth beside him. The broken head revealed a clear and familiar face.

This... the one who cuts his head is actually the appearance of his master!

After Master’s sacrifice to the world, over the years, Master’s appearance has almost only a vague shadow left in Su He’s mind, but now he can see it so clearly here.

This is the ancestral hall of the Nether tribe. Why does it enshrine the statue of the master, and it is also the image of the evil god with eight hands.

Just after Su He left, the open door of the ancestral hall suddenly stopped and closed with a "bang".

When he looked at the statue's belly, the huge eyes seemed to be real eyes, with a bewitching power that evokes the darkest thoughts in people's hearts.

The head that had just been put on, rolled to Xiao Jingyi's feet again.

The information revealed in this sentence made Xiao Jingyi's thoughts regain some of his thoughts.

He has never encountered such a tough guy in the past few years.

Lifting his foot and crossing the broken threshold, Xiao Jingyi walked to the statue with malicious intentions.

Xiao Jingyi didn't take the other party's threat seriously, and a dry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Curse? You can't even see this, I've been cursed long ago." Killing the only redemption, now being rejected by him, he had been cursed long ago, and he was cursed in the abyss forever without seeing the light.

A sound of air flow shattering sounded. The boy in front of him swept across from the right with the pillar in his arms. With a loud bang, the stone statue sitting on the platform was swept to the ground. Unfortunately, the eight hands behind him broke four of them when they fell to the ground.

The sound comes from here.

Hearing this, Xiao Jingyi had a trace of disdain and sneer in his throat, and he kicked the statue at his feet and broke his head: "Now I really don't know where the evil things come from, even dare to claim to be gods."

When the statue heard this, he dared not speak out. Cang Yu's voice began with anger and depression: "I was once the supreme ancestor god of the Nether Clan."

"Tell me everything you know about the Nether Clan, and I will let you go. If you lie and I find out, I will burn this ancestral hall, then move you away and sink to the bottom of the sea, so that you will never see the light of day."

When Xiao Jingyi looked at the dilapidated house, the sound in his ears sounded more attractive.

The descendants of the Nether Clan... Is this the ancestor of the Nether Clan?

The voice in his ear continued to repeat the sentence, and a trace of darkness flashed in Xiao Jingyi's eyes. He looked around and finally his eyes fell on a dilapidated house not far away.

Xiao Jingyi slowly drifted towards the dilapidated house. When he reached the door, the wooden door of the house slowly opened itself, as if he was welcomed into it.

"The new generation of the Nether Clan, I finally wait for you..."

Su He was full of doubts in his heart and placed the broken head on the statue to make it look more complete.

After doing all this, Su He turned around and left.

"Come in, come in quickly, kid..."

He slowly walked to the ground on one side, picked up a thick thigh pillar that fell on the ground, and slowly walked to the statue and stood still.

Xiao Jingyi stared at the statue's eyes, and his dark eyes looked coldly at the statue trying to bewitch him.

The wooden door opened, and Xiao Jingyi looked at the two rows of strange tattered statues in the house, with a statue with eight arms, a disconnected head and body enshrined in the middle.

"Are you very angry now? Are you full of malice? Don't restrain it and obey your heart. Come in and sacrifice to me, and I will help you achieve everything you want..."

After Xiao Jingyi left Su He, she was in a low mood and was wandering everywhere without any hesitation.

Xiao Jingyi looked at the statue of the evil creature, and a trace of coldness flashed through her eyes.

The silence of the voice echoed: "Come in, kid... Come in, kid..."

Seeing that he looked at his eyes for a moment, the statue revealed a strong malice all over his body, and felt that Xiao Jingyi had been successfully bewitched, which induced the darkest thoughts in his heart.

Cang Yu's voice was filled with anger: "You were not bewitched! You, the younger generation, dared to do this, I will not let you go!"

This bad words are not as good as Xiao Jingyi's previous inner demon could say.

What does this suddenly disappearing Nether Clan have to do with Master?!

Floating to a broken wall, Xiao Jingyi suddenly heard a deep and hoarse voice.

Xiao Jingyi frowned and kicked the statue in the eye: "Tell the truth!"

Statue is silent.

When the statue heard this, he was pinched to death and was instantly panicked.

On the other side.

It hasn't eaten for many years, and today it is rare to encounter such a dark and malicious food.

The statue instantly silenced, and then the mute voice rose several times: "I was once the supreme ancestor god of the Nether Clan..."

"You can't treat me like this, otherwise I will curse you."

Xiao Jingyi squatted down and looked at the eyes of the statue on the ground: "You evil thing is parasitic in this eye. Let me think, if you pick out this eye and crush it into powder, can you still be alive?"

The statue worked harder to bewitch: "Don't be stingy, exude your malice..."

This rich and malicious fragrance made the statue's navel's eyes move greedily.

The statue was waiting for a full meal, but he didn't realize what Xiao Jingyi was trying to hold the pillar.

The silence of the voice of Cang was even a bit sloppy and unscrupulous.

Xiao Jingyi was not in the mood to be like this evil figure. She stepped on the weak point of the statue, and her eyes were cold.

Verbal attacks on statues are prohibited.

The statue was confused.

...

This statue is not very honest, and she was repeatedly forced by Xiao Jingyi several times before she said it all.

Xiao Jingyi understood the general meaning.

The Nether Clan originated from the ancient God of the Underworld. This God of the Underworld is the elder brother, a righteous god. The Nether Clan is also a serious group that practices with the dying spirit of the dying dying person. But the Nether Clan has a younger brother, who is the evil thing in front of him. He is jealous of his own brother being worshipped and not being worshipped. He found an evil god master who doesn’t know where to study.

While the ancient realm was broken and the four tribes of humans, demons, demons, and underworlds competed for territory, they went to the human world to be a god with this bewitching routine they learned.
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