Chapter 1173 Blood Fiend Curse God

The latest website: Zheng Yu roughly stated what he wanted to do.

"It's really interesting that you can think about it from this direction. Folk ancestral halls, temples for worship, and soul altars for worshiping ancestors... These are theoretically within the jurisdiction of our underground temple. If you understand the ancestor's instructions as a contract to serve the gods , then there is no doubt that you can strip off the supernatural powers of the entire Shura clan and cut off their ability to pass on the body of Shura to their descendants, but whether this ancestral precept is as strong as the binding force and counterattack force of the god-serving contract is a bit of a question. It's hard to say..." The old alcoholic temple god stroked his beard.

"That's executable?" Zheng Yu's eyes lit up.

If we grasp the gate of life of the Shura clan, not only can the Shura clan stop coming, but also can drive them to be used by me.

"Okay, I'll search for you the oath that took our temple god as a lesson. If there is really something recorded in the literature you have seen, then this matter will be easy to handle." The old alcoholic temple god Said.

"Okay, then thank you teacher." Zheng Yu saluted.

"I'm also your subordinate now, so how can I say I'm thankful? Only a god of your level has the divine right to deprive the soul of the ancestor's inheritance." The old drunkard temple god said.

"I haven't exercised it either." Zheng Yu said.

This kind of theocracy is not something that Zheng Yu, the temple priest, can just deprive. Everything needs to be reasonable, and the reason, cause and effect, and the ancient oath must be found out.

The small temple is very small, equivalent to a firewood room, but after the old drunkard temple god walked in, the small street temple suddenly transformed into a long area, inside which appeared one after another dusty bookshelves .

The old drunkard temple god raised his hand, and started flipping through the classic books, and countless lines of words appeared in the old drunkard temple god's pupils...

"Shall I get you some more wine?" Zheng Yu glanced at the empty wine tank, and said to the old drunkard.

The old drunkard temple god just nodded, and continued to search for related oaths.

...

On the street, there are not many people doing business, Yongye is in panic, people's livelihood has fallen into chaos, many people have lost their livelihoods, and more people are entangled in inexplicable diseases...

This is the last thing Zheng Yu wants to see, but even if he is the priest of the underground temple, he can't change the things Yong Ye brought.

At the intersection, Zheng Yu saw a rice wine tavern.

As soon as he walked in, Zheng Yu frowned.

"Guest officer, what do you want? There are all kinds of good wine here. Smell it, does it smell good?" A female storekeeper came out in cool clothes. Even more charming.

"You can brew your own rice wine, three catties." Zheng Yu said, and handed him a silver coin.

"Guest officer, do you need anything else?" The female shopkeeper came over, her breath was full of a strong smell of wine, it seemed that she hadn't drank less.

"No need." Zheng Yu shook his head.

"You really don't need it?" The female shopkeeper smiled, with a hint of spring in her charming eyes.

"I think you didn't hurt anyone's life, please forgive me, don't waste my patience, you Acacia Witch!" Zheng Yu's tone became cold, and a murderous look appeared in his eyes.

The shopkeeper was startled, and hurriedly backed away.

She curled up under the table, shivering, and hurriedly said: "Shangxian, please forgive me, the little girl is just doing business seriously, there is no...no other meaning."

"I believe in business, it's hard to say whether it's serious or not." Zheng Yu said.

"I... I just had some affairs with some strong men who bought drunk, and I never harmed anyone."

"Immorality will also cause the breakdown of other people's families. You should take care of it yourself." Zheng Yu didn't say much, picked up the three catties of wine he had beaten, turned and left.

The female shopkeeper was too frightened to come out for a long time, and she only poked her head out quietly when Zheng Yu left.

Seeing that Zheng Yu was walking, she hesitated for a long time, and finally gritted her teeth and followed.

...

Back to the old street temple, the temple door is closed.

Feeling a bit confused, Zheng Yu pushed the door open with his hands, only to find that the wooden door without any latch could not be pushed open no matter what.

Zheng Yu immediately wiped his eyes with the palm of his hand, and the brilliance of his palm dyed his eyes. Suddenly, the small underground temple was filled with blood, and the terrifying evil spirit seemed to accidentally open a ghost door, and the demon god inside All released!

"Teacher! Teacher!!"

Only then did Zheng Yu use his divine power, and slapped the wooden door with his palm.

The wooden door was shattered, but what prevented the door from being opened was not that the door was blocked by some force, but that the underground temple was filled with disgusting blood worms! ! !

The door shattered open, and the blood worms rushed out like a gate. Zheng Yu jumped into the air, suspended, and the blood worms immediately flowed into the old street, and at the same time rushed out a shadowy figure.

His clothes are worn out and he is short in stature. He begs for wine on this old street all year round, and occasionally helps lost children to be sent back to people's yards. He also takes in some homeless children from time to time. He will also do some rituals specially, but not many people think his rituals are useful... But it is such a drunken old man who guards the underground temple, no one knows that he is the god of this aspect of the land!

At this moment, the land god who was so old that he didn't have much power left was washed out. He was soaked in the tide of earthworms. It was obviously a terrifying scene, but his face was serene, as if he had been waiting for this day to come .

In his hands, he was holding two things tightly.

Apparently it's for myself.

A burst of anger suddenly surged in Zheng Yu's heart. He looked towards the top of the soaring blood demon, and saw a face with a ferocious smile. Kill the generals with a curse!

"A teacher for a day, a father for life."

"I'll give you seven days of peace, so that you can wear sackcloth and mourning for your old father."

"After seven days, either I will take your life, or the people around you will die for you!"

"Of course, you can escape, because this is my grievance with Zhu Minglang, I can forgive anyone who offends me once!"

That fake and real face smiled and said to the angry Zheng Yu.

Looking at Zheng Yu's appearance, he smiled like a child who succeeded in a prank, but the more pure complacency, the more chilling it is! !

"Hong Mo, you are unforgivable!"

"After seven days, neither I nor anyone around me will die, only you will be annihilated!!"

Zheng Yu said coldly to the bloody Yunxiao.