Creation Color Master

In the land of chaos, there is endless demonic energy floating in the air, mixed with blood, as if it has turned into demonic snakes that corrode life and float around.

Looking up, I saw a lonely throne there.

"Tap--tap--tap--"

At this time, footsteps were heard, and a mysterious man wrapped in a black robe appeared here.

The head under the black hat shook from side to side, as if checking whether there was anyone around.

With the appearance of the man in black robes, it was as if a switch was turned on, and black robed figures came from all directions.

When they gathered together, there were as many as ten of them.

"Everyone is here now. We are all family. There is no need to hide anything, right?"

A dull voice sounded, but it made people feel unable to distinguish between men and women.

Then, everyone took off the hats on their black robes, revealing the same masks. Looking closely, apart from the different patterns painted on them, even the painting skills seemed to be from the same person.

There was a huge black dragon painted on the mask, with a pair of eyes that revealed aloof indifference. He said in a deep voice, "The Lord God summoned us here this time. Do you know why?"

The one who spoke was the ten great generals who participated in this call: Tianlong General

At this time, a man wearing a loose black robe with a purple pattern and a bird pattern on it stood up and said, "Why are you talking so much nonsense? The master asked us to come, so we naturally obeyed his orders. Others bathed in a pool of blood without any complaints, so why are you complaining as a grown man?"

The smaller Dark Bird God, who looked like a girl, spoke slowly.

"Mingque, I want to ask you what happened today. Am I wrong for everyone to communicate with each other? You must give me a reasonable explanation today."

Mingque was very disdainful of it. He took out a mirror from somewhere and began to admire himself carefully.

The Dragon God was so angry that he immediately flew into a rage, and a stream of mist directly annihilated the mirror in Mingque's hand.

The Dark Bird God General looked at the remains of the mirror in his hand, and suddenly his eyes were filled with anger and he said, "Tianlong, long time no see, do you want to fight?"

Just when the two were on the verge of a fight, a burly man in black robe stepped forward.

The mask had a picture of a human face, a leopard body, and cow ears. A loud voice said, "You two, you two, we are all family. Everyone is watching, so please stop arguing."

The general Zhugan stood between the two of them, and his tall figure separated them.

The other gods and generals just acted as if they were watching a show and had no intention of helping again. It was obvious that they were used to the behavior of the two.

"snort--"

"snort--"

Two muffled groans were heard, and the two men turned around at the same time and walked to the side.

At this moment, a figure appeared on the originally lonely throne. He was looking at the people below quietly without saying much.

Behind him, the Demonic Netherworld Banner was standing there quietly, and the aura it emitted was enough to frighten even the ten gods below.

The ten divine generals hurriedly stood below respectfully and said respectfully, "We pay our respects to the Lord of Divine Punishment. We wish that His Majesty will descend with divine power and rule the world."

After hearing the blessings from his subordinates, the Lord of Divine Punishment's mood seemed to become even worse. If one could see his face, one would have seen a gloomy face at this moment.

"Hmph, the Great Dao is flawed. My path to becoming a saint from the Four Realms is broken. How can I talk about ruling the world?"

"What better thing could there be than a breakthrough in my cultivation? Unfortunately, all of this will be in vain."

"I am very unwilling to give in. I summoned you here to ask you how you have done with the things I ordered you to do."

Wearing a mask with a black dog pattern and a black robe, he looked mysterious. He said slowly, "Don't worry, sir. I have left many hidden hands on the grassland. With your order, the tribes on the grassland will kill each other immediately."

There was a hint of arrogance in the provocative tone of the God of War.

The Lord of Divine Punishment nodded, emphasizing the word "not bad".

Then he looked down at the other generals and asked, "How are you doing?"

Upon seeing this, the other gods and generals began to agree, saying that the matter had been settled, but there was not a single figure who remained silent.

"Um--"

The Lord of Divine Punishment naturally noticed it, and then raised his hand and pointed, "You, General Yingyu, what's wrong with you?"

The figure of the Divine General Yingyu was a little thin and petite. He said cautiously, "Lord Lord of Divine Punishment, there is a problem in the Xiayang Dynasty that I am in charge of. The land of one of the states under it is very strange. It seems to be hiding some secrets. The men I sent out were no match for them. Some died and some were injured."

"Don't worry, sir. I have already sent someone to investigate. I believe the results will be reported back soon."

The Lord of Divine Punishment snorted coldly and said, "A small state seems to be unable to affect the overall situation. Time does not allow me to wait any longer. I want you to immediately manipulate the Heavenly Demonic Energy to cause unrest in Shenzhou, fight and kill to complete the Way of Killing and help me enter the fourth realm and enter the Saint Stage."

Ten figures bowed respectfully and said, "We respectfully send off the Lord of Divine Punishment. May your divine power descend and rule the world."

The next second, the Lord of Divine Punishment disappeared.

At this time, the ten gods put on their hats again, hiding everything under their black robes, and slowly disappeared into the chaotic land.

Finally, the lonely throne was the only thing left in the Land of Chaos.

Just as the Lord of Divine Punishment gave the order, at this moment in the Xiayang Dynasty, in a back garden in the imperial capital, Tang Tiansheng put aside his government affairs for a rare time and went fishing leisurely by the lake.

His face was ruddy, but his lips were slightly purple. He seemed very tired, hunched over, and looked a little lonely.

The wind in the garden blew Tang Tiansheng's hair, but he sat there motionless.

"Crash--"

As the fishing rod was lifted, a bright red koi was hooked and then held firmly in Tang Tiansheng's hand.

No matter how the fish struggled, it could not escape from that powerful hand.

"Shadow, Ghost, come and talk to me."

The next second, shadows and ghosts appeared, and they stood respectfully behind Tang Tiansheng.

Tang Tiansheng glanced back at the two people standing straight, and said slowly: "I say, you two, you have followed me all the way, and in these years, you have either been arrogant or pretending to be confused. Now you can take a break."

"Today I call you out, not as the emperor and his subjects, but as your former guards, study companions, and friends."

"I am really tired. It is so lonely sitting in this position. I don't even have a friend to talk to. Even the prime minister who supported me to become emperor is now getting further and further away from me."