The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

The people crawling on the wilderness were stunned.

They looked at the stream of light on the horizon and the gods descending from the sky, but suddenly they killed the envoys of the gods and the wizards. Next, they might also massacre them.

Seeing the divine envoy crucified on the pillar and the respected wizard being torn apart alive, immense fear arose in everyone's heart.

Fear gripped the desolate wilderness of the north.

The sheep in the distance seemed to feel the uneasiness and began to scatter and flee.

But the people here stood there unable to move. The huge altar in front of them bound their bodies and souls. They came from far away just to witness this great miracle.

Li Muchen looked like a madman, standing on the altar, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.

The murderous aura in his chest was endless, and if it came out, it would be enough to annihilate tens of thousands of people in an instant.

Another wizard was torn to pieces by him.

At this moment, he heard Lin Manqing shout: "Mu Chen..."

Li Muchen was shocked and quickly leaned over, picked up Lin Manqing and touched her face.

The burnt skin on her face had begun to scab, and new tender skin had grown inside, but her face looked even more terrifying, like a demon that had just crawled out of hell.

But Li Muchen's eyes were full of tenderness, and his hands were gentle and caressing her, for fear of breaking some scabs and causing her pain.

"Manqing!" he called softly.

"Mu Chen..."

Lin Manqing's eyes flashed with clarity, but it was like the moon in the dark clouds, fleeting.

She became dull again, without any sparkle.

Li Muchen's violent aura caused the demonic aura in his blood to overflow, causing Lin Manqing's remnant soul to regain consciousness briefly, but it soon disappeared.

"Manqing! Hold on, I will definitely get your soul back!" Li Muchen said.

He put Lin Manqing down gently, stood up, and faced the wizard in front of him and the people in the wilderness as powerless as lambs with overwhelming anger.

He grabbed a wizard again and asked angrily: "Tell me, who are you worshiping? Where are the gods? Where are the other great wizards?"

The man was so frightened that he started chattering in their native language.

Li Muchen became anxious when he heard this. He spread his hands and tore this man apart.

The rest of the people were so scared that their faces turned pale.

At this moment, a man stood up in the crowd and said, "Why do you need to embarrass them? They are just believers in God and good believers in the world."

This is a short old man with a ridged face and ordinary clothes. He is no different from the herdsmen on the grassland.

Li Muchen turned around and glanced at the wizard who was nailed to the pillar.

"I know, you are Lu Xian!"

"You guessed it right, I am Lu Xian."

Li Muchen's eyes were like daggers, staring at him coldly: "How dare you stand up!"

"I can't just watch you hurt these kind people on the grassland." Lu Xian said.

"Kindness?" Li Muchen sneered, "In the name of sacrificing gods, inflicting cannons and burnings, killing people to draw their blood, and killing their souls to extract their souls. Is this called kindness?"

"This is just an ancient ritual and has nothing to do with them. They just hope to awaken their gods and bring them well-being."

"Ritual? Which god needs such a ritual to awaken? If so, it is also an evil god!"

"Which god doesn't need such a ceremony?" Lu Xian looked at the sky, his ravaged face as desolate as the wilderness.

Li Muchen didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore and said, "Give her soul back, or I'll kill you!"

"Do you think I will be threatened by you? My life is nothing compared to God."

"Then I will kill all your believers, destroy your gods, and make your gods completely disappear from the world!"

Lu Xian was not afraid at all, but laughed.

"Hahaha, what a big tone! You can fly with a sword at a young age. You are indeed a genius. But baby, you are too young. Didn't your master teach you that there is a difference between innateness and innateness? ?”

"Do you know where this place is? I didn't choose this place randomly by placing the altar to worship the gods. Although the spiritual energy here is exhausted, it is extremely desolate. But this is the place where gods descended! It is the ancient holy land of shamans! God Born here, the ancient thunder falls here, and all evil spirits cannot survive here!"

Lu Xian spoke as if he was reciting a hymn.

"You must be Li Muchen. I know you. Twenty years ago, we looked for you and thought you were dead. Legend has it that Li Tiance strangled you to death with his own hands because your demon bloodline would bring unknown danger to the Li family."

The more Li Muchen listened, the more irritated he became. The power in his bloodline could no longer be controlled, and the killing intent surging in his chest spurted out.

With a wave of his hand, he pulled out the Xuanming Sword that had the wizard nailed to the pillar and flew into his hand.

A sword energy was then waved out.

The sword energy came out from the ground, like a dragon and a snake rising from the land, slashing for ten miles. Wherever it passed, the earth cracked and no grass grew.

Those people in the direction pointed by the sword energy were instantly reduced to ashes.

Only Lu Xian was left, standing there alone.

His face was full of shock, and his eyes were full of disbelief. He looked at Li Muchen, but there was a hint of unnoticeable relief in his eyes.

"This...this is...the devil's..."

Before the next words were spoken, his body suddenly dispersed and turned into a mist-like figure.

The wind of the wilderness came and blew him away, leaving no trace of him behind.

Li Muchen's eyes were about to burst, the demonic energy in his chest was surging, and his murderous aura kept overflowing.

The temperature in the entire wilderness has dropped, as if it has entered a cold winter.

Frost had condensed in the air, and tens of thousands of people were lying on their knees shivering in the wilderness.

"what--"

Li Muchen cried out in pain, held Xuan Ming in his hand, and danced the Dance of the Demon on the altar.

Dark clouds rolled in from the west, and the wilderness sky darkened.

In the darkness, people saw a black shadow dancing in the sky.

Everything was exactly as they expected God to come.

It's just that there are no colorful auspicious clouds, no colorful phoenixes flying with them, but only endless darkness and murderous aura.

First, the body of the remaining wizard on the altar fell apart and burst into clouds of blood mist.

Then, people closer to the altar fell down one after another...