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

Then, the second person to speak was a rough, strong local accent. It was an old man with messy gray hair and muscular body (Shennong), carrying a huge medicinal hoe with fresh mud on his shoulder.

The fresh grassy scent all over the body is mixed with the lingering smell of burnt sulfur, forming an extremely impactful "body odor" to the people around.

He complained as he angrily used the handle of his hoe to push away a mass of sticky fog (chaos) that was twisting and turning in front of him, cursing, "Don't you see whose skull this old hoe is about to punch through?!"

"Tsk, this rotten place called the Netherworld is still so gloomy, damp and cold after billions of years... There's not even a dry place to be found." Shaohao, the White Emperor of the West, spoke with a hint of reserved disgust in his voice. He was dressed in a spotless white imperial robe. He frowned and elegantly flicked the non-existent dust from his cuffs.

However, the position where he landed was extremely tricky, and he stepped right on Qiongqi's claws covered with bone spurs, causing the latter to let out a low roar of suppressed anger, and his scarlet animal eyes glared fiercely at this "white-cut black".

"Silence!" A cold shout, as clear as a mountain stream, instantly drowned out the noise! ​​When Qi Mo (Fuxi) appeared, his simple green robe seemed to have a self-contained aura of isolation.

He stood slightly ahead, his gaze like a cold, lightning-like flash sweeping across the chaotic "can of sardines." With just one glance, an unquestionable majesty, accumulating over countless epochs, permeated the air.

"Roar!" A deep and low roar was heard beside him, and the huge Qilin beast stepped down with its four hooves. Auspicious golden light spread out like ripples, and like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, it forcibly calmed the violently fluctuating space nearby and the energy flows that were running everywhere.

"Fuxi, old Mo! Why the hell are you shouting so loudly? You scared me!" Taowu, who had a tiger's head and a human body, rubbed his sleepy eyes (apparently he was forcibly pulled out of a deep sleep by the system) and muttered in dissatisfaction.

Before he finished speaking, another even more erratic gray mist (Chaos) beside him unconsciously arched, causing Taowu's massive body to stumble. Its huge tiger head narrowly missed Taotie's bloody mouth, which was gnawing happily on the pillar and was covered in sticky saliva.

He was so frightened that all his fur stood on end! He subconsciously kicked the greedy brother and sent him flying.

"Stop making so much noise! ​​It's already this time and you're still fighting among yourselves!" The voice of Lord Lingguang (Suzaku) rang out amidst the noise.

She was clad in scarlet-gold armor, the flames still lingering, and a few flickering Nanming Lihuo sparks dangled from her vibrant feathers. Clearly, she had just been dragged back from some Shura battlefield, her face bearing the signs of a volcanic eruption, "working so hard that the divine fire was blazing."

"Urobuchi's side is about to be torn to pieces! And you're still pushing and shoving here, fighting for territory?!"

"That's right, you bunch of young people should stop crowding me, an old man. My waist is about to break... It's time to work..." You Fuyao's huge dragon body had not yet transformed into a human form. He was squatting in the corner with difficulty, and the sound was like rolling thunder, shaking the space.

Xuanwu slowly poked his head out of the thick tortoise shell, glanced around with his small green eyes, and slowly agreed: "Well... work... don't push..." After that, he slowly retracted his head, as if looking for one more second would be a waste of energy.

Bai Ling (the nine-tailed fox) gracefully flicked her nine fluffy tails. Her narrow, beautiful eyes scanned the room with scrutiny, finally landing precisely on Su Yu'an. Her voice was cold, with absolute obedience and a subtle hint of imperceptible eagerness: "Young Master, are you all here? If you are, let's leave quickly... This place has too many different smells."

Before she finished speaking, two figures, Bai Xin and Bai Qin, shot out from the tip of her tail like lightning, with a circle of spirit butterflies emitting a cold blue light lingering around them. The former was looking for Su Mohui's figure, while the latter was looking around vigilantly.

Su Yu'an looked at the scene before him—it was like the Classic of Mountains and Seas, the Heavenly Court Roster, and the Monster Encyclopedia all smashed together into a bubbling pot of exotic beast soup! The corners of his mouth twitched so fast it was almost like a cramp.

There were also more than a hundred Taoist spirits with runes around their bodies floating in the sky, each of them as solemn as a glowing QR code.

Qi Ling (White Tiger) has transformed into a human form, wearing a cold silver armor, standing a little distance away with his hands folded across his chest, his eyes slashing through the crowd like a knife.

And then there was Emperor Zhuanxu, who had been urgently "recruited" from the Ninth Heaven by the system. He stood silently in the deepest shadows, his presence minimal, as quiet as a backdrop! But the occasional glimmer of his bottomless aura was enough to make people uneasy.

This lineup is truly luxurious, but... it's just too damn noisy and chaotic! It's a hundred times more lively than a meeting of eight hundred ducks!

Su Yu'an took a deep breath of the strangely cool netherworld air, suppressed the throbbing veins on his forehead, and was about to start straightening out this boiling pot of porridge -

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” A scream that was definitely not ladylike, accompanied by the shriek of a sharp weapon piercing the air, suddenly came from the largest void crack above the gods’ heads. Immediately afterwards, a hurried roar rang out, “Friends down there!!! Get out of the way!!”

In an instant, all the gods, demons, monsters, spirits, emperors, and kings... no matter whether they were standing, squatting, or floating, raised their heads in unison almost as if by reflex, and in extremely tacit coordination, they "swish" backwards to clear a large open space.

next second!

“Pah—bang—!!!”

With two heavy muffled sounds, a slender figure, wrapped in strong wind and space debris, slammed face down into the hard ground of the Netherworld in an extremely indecent posture, creating a half-meter-deep human-shaped pit!

“Cough… cough cough… Pah pah pah!” Ji Shanru climbed out of the pit covered in dust, spitting out the dirt in his mouth and rubbing his butt which was almost broken into eight pieces.

The first thing she did after coming to her senses was to look up and yell at the slowly closing crack: "You old bastard! Are you freaking out having Alzheimer's?! Am I still your biological daughter?! You don't even throw away garbage like that!!"

This shout made the Netherworld, which had already fallen into a brief silence due to her appearance, even quieter, so quiet that even if a pin dropped on the ground, you could hear it echo three times!

In this eerie silence, an elegant, evil, yet oppressive figure walked out from a deeper dark corner.

The Demon Lord Safinbedo Dei Ansadinsin, that perfect, icy face that should have read "evil, mad, and unruly, keep away from strangers" shattered into dust the moment he opened his mouth.