Chapter 779 Don't Look Directly at the Fairy. (Second Update! Please Subscribe!)
The originally pure and pious palace suddenly fell into a strange madness.
The face of the upper god statue was shrouded in the thick incense smoke, and it was not clear, it seemed to be mocking, it seemed to be indifferent...
Outside the hall, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and several ginkgo pavilions are like a cover. When the wind passes, the branches and leaves dance, which is peaceful and quiet.
deep sea.
Zhong Kui Yueji frowned deeply. Before he entered the Eternal Night Desert, he had already consulted a lot of information in the dynasty.
But this is the first time he has entered the dreamland of the Fallen Immortal, and he never thought that just responding to a prayer would cause such a huge change.
After pondering for a while, Kui Yueji finally turned to another prayer that was still pleading in his ears.
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Ground.
Dark, obscure, thick, gloomy...
Ning Wuye came back to his senses and looked around, but he didn't find the thorns in the end, but he had already expected it.
After all, before the two of them entered the Eternal Night Desert, they had already consulted the records of the master about all the conditions in the desert.
Both he and the crown prince are very familiar with the most basic common sense right now.
However, it was the first time for both of them to enter the dreamland of the fallen fairy, and they didn't know much about the specific danger inside.
Ning Wuye waited and watched for a while, and quickly determined that the place he was currently in was the underground of the dream world.
There should be quite a few "Original Immortals" here.
The purpose of their trip was to prevent the Fallen Immortal from waking up. The first thing to do now is to spread your title!
As I was thinking about it, intermittent prayers came to my ears: "...I hope my loving mother will recover soon... I am sincerely grateful... My words."
"...First wish for Wenggu's health...Second wish for Jiaoer Linghui...Three wishes...Lang Jun will come back soon... Sincere words."
"...May God have mercy on you...to get rid of this locust disaster...you will be enshrined...without any responsibility...thanks."
Ning Wuye nodded slightly as he listened, the prayers of mortals in the dream were very easy for an "outer fairy" like him to come true.
Although I know that this place is a dream and everything is illusory, as long as the fallen fairy wakes up, everything in the dream will return to nothingness, but right now, whether he is a person of the righteous way, sympathetic to the mundane, or to spread his honor , he decided to respond to the prayers of mortals.
Therefore, Ning Wuye focused his attention on one of the prayers.
In his mind, a scene suddenly appeared: in the wilderness, countless mortals, young and old, knelt down in front of a temporary altar with a gloomy expression.
On the altar, there are ox heads, sheep heads, and pig heads neatly placed at this moment. The three bloodstains are still wet, and the blood on the side of the altar has not yet solidified.
Simin was all yellow and thin, and dressed in ragged clothes. Many children stared at the sacrificial offerings, swallowing their saliva, but kept silent.
In front of this group of people was an extremely vast field.
Judging by their clothes, it should be the time when the shepherd's wheat is green, but what you see is a barren land, not a single blade of grass grows!
Countless locusts the size of the palm of an adult man, like a huge yellow and green quilt, impressively covered the entire fertile field, filled the ditches, and permeated the wilderness.
Some even flew to the altar and the offerings. Seeing this, the village chief who presided over the sacrifice hurriedly called the villagers to drive forward, stammering and praying: "...May God have mercy...Eradicate the plague of locusts... ...for the sake of Sheng...the words."
"...remove the plague of locusts, and keep the millet... the four seasons are full of rice... I would like to express my words."
As time went by, under the scorching sun, the three animals that could only be prepared by gathering the strength of the village already gave off a stench.
On the altar, there was no movement.
The crowd in front of the altar began to panic and commotion.
"Grandpa, does God not want to pay attention to us?" A child looked around for a while, finally couldn't hold back, lightly pulled the robe of the elder beside him, and asked in a low voice, "If the plague of locusts is not eliminated, there will be no harvest this year. In that case, Dad's illness..."
"Hush!" His grandfather's face changed, he quickly covered his grandson's mouth, and scolded, "Tongyan is not afraid, don't talk nonsense! God... God will protect us... But God is honorable, Maybe I didn't hear it...God will definitely eradicate the locust plague for us!"
He muttered uneasily, "Otherwise not only our village, but the entire county, as well as several nearby counties... How will we live? How will we live?"
"God..."
"But don't be like ten years ago..."
"In that locust plague, the ground was full of hunger..."
"Eight brothers and six sisters, only I survived..."
"God..."
"God is merciful..." An emotion of panic spread among the crowd. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the altar, and their hearts were hanging in their throats. On the hungry face, the pupils were surprisingly bright, bursting out the last light and heat like meteors, focusing on the hope for the gods to appear holy.
Just when their hearts were getting heavier and their despair was gradually eroding, a chaotic, crazy, and distorted voice suddenly sounded.
In an instant, as far as the eye could see, all the locusts, after making a mournful cry, were all wiped out!
Fields, ditches, woods... showing their original colors.
A few tufts of half-eaten grass leaves swayed in the wind.
The villagers' prayers were granted.
They were stunned for a moment, and immediately burst into cheers that shook the sky: "It's manifested! It's manifested!!"
"God has mercy!!"
"Gift from the Immortal Family!"
"We are saved!"
In ecstasy, everyone began to change rapidly, their bodies swelled, scales spread all over, fingers and claws popped out...
In an instant, the wilderness was like a group of demons dancing wildly, strange and unspeakable.
Ground.
Ning Wuye frowned, what's going on?
He only said his title. Why are all the aborigines in the dream crazy?
Immediately afterwards, he restrained his mind, hesitated for a moment, and then focused on the next prayer.
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abyss.
Dark, twisted, crazy, depraved, violent, filthy...
A creature with scales all over its head, horns on its head, and a purple color all over its body, walked with heavy steps, pacing back and forth.
Their eyes are gray and white, their pupils are in the shape of vertical lines, their forelimbs are like claws, and their hind limbs are like hooves. On their thick arms, there are chain-like flames wrapped around them, constantly exuding a vicious and dirty atmosphere.
Suddenly, in the midair not far away, a figure appeared without warning.
Ji Changfu, dressed in white robe Shengxue, slowly opened his eyes, the brilliance in his pupils and the heavenly jade between his brows reflected each other, shining brightly.
All the creatures present immediately looked at him subconsciously.
The moment their eyes touched Ji Changfu, all the creatures let out a roar of pain and madness.
The next moment, their flesh and blood burst out, and countless frenzied and treacherous limbs emerged from within, like a demonic flower of flesh and blood that suddenly bloomed.
Ji Changfu smiled slightly, not surprised.
"Don't look directly at the fairy" is one of the rules of this dream of the fallen fairy.
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