"Thunder!"

The old woman shouted anxiously on the ground on the second floor of the Mushroom Castle.

"Don't worry about them, start the family sacrifice as soon as possible, use your blood to guide that thing into the true body of the demonic eye!"

However, the old man in the air just glanced at the old woman indifferently.

Um?

The old woman felt strange.

From the old man's eyes, she seemed to see a hint of indifference, a hint of sarcasm, a hint of disdain, and some pity.

"Thunder?"

The old woman was stunned and puzzled and called again.

"Stop calling that disgusting code name!"

The old man roared.

"Is it because I was born in the Guyue family and because I am better than others, I have to stay in the level 0 energy magnetic field for 40 years? Little girl, you have stayed for 25 years, right? If we have not summoned the Sun and Moon Demon Eyes, we will wait until we die? How many of the previous devotees, until they die, still remember their real names in the family?"

The old woman stared at the old man in disbelief.

"Do you know, 40 years ago, I was praised by my family as a once-in-a-thousand-year wizard?"

The voice was a little sob. When recalling the past of youth, the old man's eyes were involuntarily wet.

Slowly close your eyes and take a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, only an unparalleled indifference remained in his eyes.

"The genius who once wanted to revitalize the family is dead. From today on, my name is Wuming, without a name. This will be the first day of my life! You... go!"

Papa! Papa! Papa...

"Good statement! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

The man holding antler wand walked up the stairs and kept applauding.

The man looked around everyone, laughing happily, and was filled with joy.

"Faithful believers, the Temple of Sandstorm welcomes you to join. The great God of Sandstorm will never be stingy with believers, nor will it let the geniuses decline. He will only give these geniuses more powerful power, endless power!"

As he said that, the man holding antler wand flashed in his hand and a mini statue of the God of Sandstorm appeared.

The statue of the god seems to be made of some kind of special magic stone, with some unknown special effects.

He looked at the old woman with a sarcastic look.

"If it weren't for the power of the great sandstorm god, how could you, with your Gu Yue family, let Wuming control the power of the Sun and Moon Demon Eye in such a short time and thus control the situation here?"

"You actually defected to the God of Sandstorm?"

The old woman looked at Wuming in disbelief.

Tears were rolling, and her eyes were filled with disappointment.

"Don't you know that in order to control your faith, the God of Sandstorm raises those storm elves to spread horror, how many people die in the Principal of Seymour every year? Don't you know that in order to make the Principal of Seymour as prosperous and beautiful as the Principal of Gran, how many people have worked hard for this?"

With a look of disgust, the angry old woman looked at the man in Tiantian and roared angrily.

"What exactly is it for you to let all the efforts of your seniors go to waste!"

"It's just for strength."

The nameless voice is still calm.

"strength?"

It seemed to be ridiculous, and the old woman's eyes were blurred.

"I betrayed my family, my friends, and even my persistence in the first half of my life. Even if I gain strength, what else do you have? Do you think you can gain the so-called power by surrendering to the Temple of Sandstorm? No, you are just a dog. When the God of Sandstorm needs it, you may appreciate your fur, caress, and throw the remaining bones to you, but when he doesn't need it, you are a bug, no, you are nothing."

The nameless expression was very calm.

He experienced too much in the first half of his life, and the old woman's ridicule would no longer cause any trouble.

Even the eyes of the old woman were even more pity.

The old woman became even more angry when she saw this.

"Sell your family, sell your friends, and you even sell your soul! Just to become a dog with power?"

"Don't you want strength?"

"Okay! Then I'll let you see what real power is!"

The old woman took out the bone-eroding oil lamp again.

There was a resolute look in her eyes. This time she wanted to burn her life and launch the most powerful and dazzling attack.

Suddenly.

boom!!!

A burst of fire drowned her.

In the purest wave of burning heat, the broken body and limbs flew, and the burning old man showed his last anger and astonishment.

Wuming floated in the air, still watching the fire light calmly.

"After all, you're just a verbal person, you don't know anything."

Under the bronze mask, [The Curse Master] was stunned when he saw this, and then his eyes lit up and he looked at Wuming in surprise.

Before he knew it, his hands that he had originally tightly held slowly loosened.

"Good done! Good done! Hahahahahahahaha!"

The Sandstorm Temple Messenger holding a deer antler wand was laughing happily.

"A lowly woman! I deserve this! I dare to blaspheme the great god of sandstorm, your soul will endure eternal torture in the black sandstorm of death!"

He looked at the fire and licked his tongue.

Even if you only control a layer of insignificant radiation power of the Sun and Moon Demon Eye, is it so powerful?

"Go, faithful believers, put this statue in the true body of the demonic eye and complete the oracle of the God of Sandstorm. You are the official envoy of the great God of Sandstorm! From then on, you will be able to borrow the power of God, which is a truly noble and great power that humble mortals cannot feel in their lifetime..."

As he said that, he summoned a hurricane and held a mini statue to send it into the air.

The high priest is indeed infinitely wise!

He could actually think of this method to complete the oracle!

As long as you assist this person in completing the oracle, your future position in the temple...

Wuming captured the statue of God.

"Hahahaha."

However, after a moment of silence, his old face could no longer help but laugh.

After playing around and looking at the statue twice, Wuming threw away the statue like garbage. Gu Ji, the distorted and unknown spiritual impact instantly turned it into nothingness.

"you!??"

The man holding antlers looked at Wuming in disbelief.

boom……

The bursting fire light instantly submerged him.

Wuming's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm, and he looked at the fire indifferently.

"Since I have gained a strong power, do I still need to borrow it from him?"

"You dare to blaspheme the great God of Sandstorm!!"

The figure in the fire was still struggling and roaring.

His power is by no means as simple as it seems.

However, in response to this, the old man named Wu only threw out a lightning lightning again. This was a new force created by his own thunder and lightning power combined with the sun and moon demon eyes.

With a "boom", the more powerful energy completely submerged it.

"It's not the first time I've been blasphemed, fuss."

After muttering to himself, Wuming looked at [The Curse Master] and the three men in black robe.

[Spell Master] Under the bronze mask, a low laugh.

"Hmph, let me introduce it."

The mantra looked at the three men in black robe without fear and confidently.

"These three are from the Great Empire of Light. You can call them the Birthor. They are mastering the power of a combat machine invented by the God of Light. They are very clever and powerful. However, the lowest-level Birthor who use the Birth technique, their strength is probably similar to that of the Demon Hill leader. Maybe it is stronger. Am I right?"

The three men in black robe did not speak, and their eyes were calmly staring at the curse master under the golden mask.

The mantra turned around and looked at Wuming floating in the air, looking down from a high place.
To be continued...