Ghost Emperor Becomes God

Zeng Xiaochen could no longer hear any sound at this moment, and his mind was blank. He recalled the memory of Zeng Xiaoyu before his death. He remembered it, but what could he do? Maybe he had left forever this time?

I just hope that in my next life I won’t be in the spirit world, or in such a dark world.

"Pa!" A loud slap hit Zeng Xiaochen's face.

"Ah!" Zeng Xiaochen jumped up from the ground, "Who hit me?"

He then looked at the people around him, all looking at him with concern.

Although his face was burning, he felt good to be alive. He asked curiously, "What happened just now?"

Several people pointed to the ground. Except for the red-eyed one that was sucked away by the God's Crying Sword, there were seven or eight elves lying on the ground, each with a weird smile on their face.

"Was I bitten by this thing just now?" Zeng Xiaochen asked.

Several people nodded.

Then, several people surrounded the huge gem in the middle and the wall on the wall, not knowing what they were used for.

"Try throwing a dead elf up there." Meng Feifei said to Cen Gan.

Cen Gan picked one up and threw it up.

The gem emitted a faint light, and all the mirrors on the wall lit up, and several people opened their eyes wide to watch.

Some of the mirrors showed prison cells with pregnant women hanging by the wire.

In some mirrors, women were giving birth in prison cells, with elves examining them nearby. In some cells, elves were even using knives to cut babies out of their bellies alive.

Some mirrors showed them screening babies. They put each child through a machine, then classified them and sent them away in different channels. No one knew where the babies were sent.

Some showed babies on a conveyor belt, with knives constantly stabbing their eyes, and many babies were passed to the next process with knives stuck in their eyes. Cen Gan guessed that they were testing the babies' sensitivity to good and bad luck.

Then there is a series of elves making process,...

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There was only one mirror, which did not show anyone. It was the platform where they had just come from, and that should be where the wings were forged.

Several people were silent.

Xiao Feng closed her eyes in fear, "Brother Xiaogan, I'm scared!"

Zeng Xiaochen thought for a moment and said, "This place is too big. I originally wanted to destroy it, but I can't do it to those children. Let's go out and let others take over."

Li Qingliang said: "Why didn't you tell me earlier if there were other people?"

Zeng Xiaochen: "If there were no one else to hold us back, do you think we would have fought here for so long without a single Spirit Master showing up?"

After thinking about it, they agreed. Then Li Qingliang set up a temporary teleportation array and teleported them to the entrance of the Wendao Pavilion.

At this time, Yang Yuyan also woke up, but her face still looked a little pale, and Xiaofeng helped her walk.

A few people walked to the door of the Wenda Pavilion, and when they saw the elves, they attacked them directly, not giving them a chance to bite.

Soon, they arrived at the center of the Wenda Pavilion, in front of the Wenda Stone.

And inside the Asking Stone, trapped is the most powerful person in the entire Donghuang Lingtian Palace: the Palace Master - Old Man Asking.

Li Qingliang opened the formation and several people walked in.

An old man with an immortal look was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with chains holding his body in place.

Countless thin lines inserted into the back of his head from all directions, which looked very strange.

Zeng Xiaochen bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, Palace Master."

The old man opened his eyes, looked at Zeng Xiaochen, and said calmly: "Who are you? What do you want to ask?"

Zeng Xiaochen: "Disciple Zeng Xiaochen. I would like to ask: Palace Master, do you know why the resentful spirits of infants and girls in Lingtian Palace are still lingering and crying every night?"

The old man sighed and said, "What can I do with my own strength?"

Zeng Xiaochen: "If everyone thinks as you do, then who will save Donghuang? Who will save those women and children?"

I asked the old man, "They sent the immortal down. What can I do?"

Zeng Xiaochen: "So what if you are an immortal? There is a source of suppression here. Are you afraid of death?"

The old man asked, "Who said I'm afraid of death? I just stay here to give the children a chance to grow up."

Cen Gan heard the voice of the old man asking questions. He should be the one diagnosing the talents of his disciples and giving them suggestions on how to practice. It seemed that he had no ill intentions and most likely had no idea that the scriptures had been tampered with.

Zeng Xiaochen placed a jade slip on the forehead of the old man and said, "Then Palace Master, please take a look at the scriptures you suggested to your disciples and see what kind of opportunities you have secured for them!"

The old man immersed his consciousness into the jade slip and said loudly: "No, no, it's not like that."

Zeng Xiaochen continued: "Palace Master, do you still want to see the manufacturing process of those elves?"

Zeng Xiaochen began to tell the old man about what they saw in the underground palace. The old man's eyes were filled with tears of blood. He stood up excitedly and shouted, "No! My Wendao Palace! Ah!"

For some reason, Cen Gan thought of Huang You again and wondered how many days this old man would cry?

The old man shouted, and the chains on his body began to shake violently, and then broke one by one.

Then the old man grabbed the back of his head and pulled out the thin threads from his head like pulling weeds.

Cen Gan felt pain just watching it.

Countless origins of heaven and earth poured in from all directions and entered the bodies of Old Man Wendao and Cen Gan.

Cen Gan felt the Origin Divine Stone in his sea of ​​consciousness devouring the origin wantonly, and then its color began to darken.

Cen Gan sent a voice message to the others: "Protect me, my origin is about to be upgraded."

Ao Ce, Xiao Feng and Li Qingliang immediately and silently protected Cen Gan in the middle.

Several people silently hoped that the old man would not go crazy, otherwise they would be dead.

Those origins were still continuously flowing into the body of the old man.

Cen Gan felt that these origins were cheering and jumping for joy, and they were very close to the old man who asked about the Tao.

Cen Gan heaved a sigh of relief, as the people that Benyuan was close to were generally kind-hearted people.

Not long after, the old man Wendao calmed down and said word by word, "Since Lingtian Palace is unkind, from now on, there will be no Lingtian Palace in the East Wasteland, only Wendao Palace!"

The old man's voice spread in all directions, and was heard throughout the Lingtian Palace, the secret realm, and even the entire Eastern Wilderness.

The old man patted Zeng Xiaochen on the shoulder and said, "I thank you on behalf of Donghuang. Leave the rest to me."

Then, the old man looked at Cen Gan and said, "Jia Yin, Yi Chou, Bing Shen, Ding Si, is that you?"

Cen Gan nodded.

"Haha," the old man laughed, "You are very interesting. Have you used up your contribution?"

Cen Gan shook his head, looked at Xiaofeng, and nodded again.

The old man said to Zeng Xiaochen: "Take good care of them and wait for me at the square!"

Then, the old man disappeared on the spot.