National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

He paused deliberately, his eyes sweeping over the faint brown marks on the demon's cuffs, "The smell of dried human blood."

The demon's eyes gradually became blurred, and she was about to reveal the secret when suddenly a piercing pain came over her, bringing her back to consciousness instantly.

She held her head tightly with both hands, and blood was flowing from all her orifices. It was obvious that there was a force that was forcibly suppressing her consciousness.

"Since you've forced me to this point..." The demon's hunched body suddenly straightened up, and his fingers like dead branches tore his face fiercely.

With a crisp "swish" sound, the human skin peeled off like pieces of rotten silk. In the dazzling white light, a peerless beauty walked out slowly.

Ivy-like runes were entwined in her hair, and the curve of her lips was like a poppy blooming in spring, both bright and deadly. The third vertical pupil on her forehead opened and closed, flowing with a heart-pounding purple light.

"I am the god who governs the revival of all things in the world. It is only because the orthodox gods have disappeared that I am forced to appear in the world..."

Her voice was as gentle as morning dew, yet at the end it took on a chill like an icy ridge. Her previously cloudy pupils suddenly cleared, and within the flowing golden light, calculation and ruthlessness surged like an undercurrent.

But then, her three eyes revealed a gentleness that embraced everything, and at the same time, gentle fluctuations of power emanated from her body.

The passersby who witnessed all this and were confused as to why stopped what they were doing and began to be bewitched by this "gentle" power. They knelt on the ground involuntarily as if their souls had been sucked out, and some even began to kowtow.

“It’s God, it’s God…”

"God is working! Please save my child!"

"This year's plague will surely recede!"

Amidst the cries and shouts, tiny golden lights rose from the believers' heads, swarming towards the demon's fingertips like pilgrims. Qi Mo looked at the gradually solidifying force of faith, his brows furrowed slightly. "Sure enough, they're in cahoots with those false gods."

The dragon roar of the unsheathed Qingwei Ancient Sword echoed through the long street, and the sword energy rolled back like the Milky Way, heading straight for the demon's face. At the same time, a familiar figure suddenly flashed through the crowd.

Qi Ling, the black-robed leader in disguise, curled his lips in a mocking arc, and dark purple spiritual power quietly spread from his fingertips. As he whispered, the unique spiritual fluctuations of the demon clan covered the entire street like a spider web.

"Heh, he's just a bastard who secretly learned the art of bewitching." I have followed the Lord Demon for many years. How can you compare with the bewitching ability of the orthodox demon clan?

For a moment, the two "bewitching" forces collided violently in mid-air.

Qi Mo's sword light tore through the demon's power, and the originally warm spiritual power instantly turned into dark miasma, revealing the extraterrestrial tentacles coiled in it.

The black-robed leader's illusion was like a sharp blade, pulling the bewitched crowd back from the edge of the abyss.

At the same time, Qi Mo pointed his sword at the sky, and the stardust swirling on the blade suddenly solidified. The clouds in the ninth heaven were stirred by the sword energy, causing ripples.

The goddess who had transformed from a demon suddenly showed a look of horror, and tears of blood burst out of her three pupils at the same time - what she saw was not sword energy, but the chain of laws belonging to the real gods that were connected by Qi Mo's sword intent.

"Impossible! How could you touch the origin..."

The demon screamed and plunged its claws into its own chest. The sound of flesh tearing was like rotten wood breaking.

Dozens of tentacles wrapped in extraterrestrial runes burst out of the body, and human eyes grew densely on the dark purple tentacles, and each pupil was looping and replaying the tragic scenes of slaughter in different time and space.

Some mortals were skinned and hung on the city walls, some monks had their souls extracted and refined into puppets, and some children cried in the sea of ​​blood and turned into bones.

The onlookers froze in place for a moment, their pupils contracting violently with extreme fear.

Someone screamed first, and the crowd scattered like a swarm of bees. Some knocked over stalls, sending fruits and vegetables tumbling to the ground; others, panicking, fell into the street ditch. Screams, cries, and the sound of broken objects intertwined in a chaotic chaos.

The black-robed leader suddenly groaned, and the demon clan's secret treasure "Heart-Confusing Bell" hanging on his earlobe made a crisp cracking sound.

He stumbled back half a step. The talisman that had slipped from his sleeve spontaneously combusted before it even hit the ground, transforming into nine phantom black birds, each holding its own head and tail. "Beware, bearer of the order! This is..."

The voice was instantly drowned out by the loud noise.

The tiles along the entire long street surged and undulated like living things, and countless transparent roots emerged from the cracks in the bluestone, each root wrapped around a crystal skeleton.

These skeletons were in various shapes, some in meditation postures, others still clutching broken magical instruments. These were none other than the immortal cultivators who had mysteriously disappeared from the Sixth Heaven over the past century!

"Good, very good!" Qi Mo looked at this scene and laughed out of anger.

The Qingwei Ancient Sword slashed through the air with a brilliant arc of light, severing the incoming tentacle in two. The severed flesh instantly transformed into a thick black mist upon landing, from which slowly emerged the shadowy figure of the Lord of Light, wearing a bronze mask.

"The guard dog I raise is more respectable than a stray dog ​​like you." A strange voice came from the shadow, with a harsh laugh, and the sound was as unpleasant as the friction of metal.

At that moment, a distant, heavy bell rang from the direction of Kunlun Mountain. Amidst the clouds, previously roiled by the sword energy, a gigantic, golden wheel suddenly appeared.

Qi Mo's pupils suddenly shrank. The star tracks on the wheel were exactly the "Star Tracks of the Heavens" that Emperor Zhuanxu had demonstrated in the Destined Space!

The demon took the opportunity to transform into a stream of light and escape, but the moment it collided with the ripples of the bell, its entire body began to melt. Her final gaze towards Qi Mo was filled with resentment, and a hoarse cry escaped from her broken throat: "You are... the true... anomaly..."

"Order bearer!" The black-robed leader suddenly pressed his chest, the demon's unique induction making him tremble all over. "The time and space node in the direction of Kunlun Mountain... is resonating!"

Qi Mo reached out to catch the falling golden light, a familiar tingling sensation emanating from his divine nature. The light dots slowly formed a fragment of the Chinese character "墨" (Mo) in his palm, echoing the gray mist of the Fated Dimension.

Thunderclouds suddenly filled the seventh heavens, and thirty-six phantoms of golden-armored generals descended upon them. The leader held a magic mirror, clearly reflecting Qi Mo's face. He deliberately shouted, "Who dares to impersonate a wanted criminal?"

Another general turned the magic mirror towards the black-robed leader, and the mirror immediately reflected his face covered with demonic spells.

The black-robed leader suddenly scoffed, his fingertips slicing through the air. Twelve banners inscribed with the demon god's true name burst forth from the air. The flags fluttered, dragging the entire city block's spacetime into chaos.

"Three hundred years." He traced the dimmed characters "Yinghuo" on the banner with his fingertips, his smile like a poisoned blade. "Guangming, old dog, do you still remember how to dismantle your own spirit-calling banner?"

"You don't know your own limitations." The shadowy figure wearing a bronze mask snorted coldly, and two pitch-black energy beams suddenly appeared, shooting towards Qi Mo and the black-robed leader.

Qi Mo's eyes flashed, he quickly dodged and raised his ancient sword to slash horizontally, colliding with the beam of light.

In an instant, there was a sound like muffled thunder, and a huge energy wave spread out in all directions with the collision point as the center. Wherever it went, a huge crack appeared on the ground.