Chapter 522: Bitter and Cold Land (Today I Am Here to Ask for Votes)

Now he understood that Wang Xuan's terror was far beyond his imagination.

Perhaps, only Mo Jia, the true tower master, could suppress him.

The power of Wang Xuan's explosion became more and more terrifying, and Mo Bing's resistance became weaker and weaker. The spider-web-like cracks extended all the way down from its head, densely packed, and finally with a bang, the body of the giant crocodile god completely collapsed.

Looking up, Wang Xuan looked at Mo Xuanji who appeared in the distance and said, "Tell me, where is the bitter cold wasteland?"

Mo Xuanji looked at the scene of the collapse of the giant crocodile god, and his heart was horrified. How could he dare to have other ideas? He was busy telling Wang Xuan the coordinates of the bitter cold wasteland.

"Okay, I hope Mo Ya is okay, otherwise..."

Wang Xuan did not say anything more, but turned around and soared into the sky. With a wave of his right hand, a force wrapped Tang Ruoyu and disappeared here with him.

Mo Xuanji watched Wang Xuan disappear in the distance and sighed secretly. Now he could only hope that Mo Ya was safe in the bitter cold wasteland. He understood what Wang Xuan did not say later.

If Moya was safe, maybe this matter would have passed. If Moya encountered any misfortune in the Bitter Cold Wasteland, I'm afraid the entire Warcraft Tower... would be in danger.

"This generation of Warcraft inheritors is a bad star..." Mo Xuanji murmured, looking at the purple blood flowing all over the ground, and thinking of Mo Bing's end just now, he was still a little horrified.

This is a high-level true god who has practiced for many years. Even in ancient times, high-level true gods were not uncommon, but they were still high-level combat forces among the gods and the most powerful representatives among the true gods.

Wang Xuan rushed towards the north along this land according to the coordinates of the Bitter Cold Wasteland just provided by Mo Xuanji.

"The Bitter Cold Wasteland is located at the northern end of this land. It is said to be the prison of the gods. Only the gods who have committed serious crimes will be punished and thrown into it."

The voice of the mechanical god sounded, telling Wang Xuan about the Bitter Cold Wasteland.

As the memory continued to recover, it knew more and more information.

"This bitter cold wasteland has a kind of wind blowing all year round. This wind is very terrible. It blows on the body, like scraping bones and flesh. Even true gods can hardly bear it, let alone ordinary gods."

The words of the mechanical god made Wang Xuan shudder. If the bitter cold wasteland is so terrible, how much torture must Moya have suffered in it all these years?

Is she okay now?

Thinking of this, he moved faster, wishing he could appear in front of Moya immediately and save her from the sea of ​​suffering.

The powerful divine sense has extended to the distance, trying to capture Moya's breath.

As he went north, ice and snow began to appear on the ground below, and soon he entered a land completely covered with ice and snow.

This world of ice and snow has extremely low temperatures. Although it can't affect Wang Xuan now, he can vaguely guess the horror of the bitter cold wasteland.

As he went deeper, Wang Xuan began to gradually feel a wind blowing in this ice and snow.

As the mechanical god said, this wind can invade the human body and produce a kind of pain like scraping bones and flesh.

Blowing this kind of wind for many years can be said to be worse than death.

Of course, Wang Xuan is too powerful now. With the powerful body of an innate god, he can easily block this wind from his body as long as he uses his strength, so that it cannot invade his body.

But it is difficult for ordinary true gods to resist, not to mention that Mo Ya is not a true god yet.

Wang Xuan protected Tang Ruoyu and continued to move forward. Finally, he saw a huge and simple-looking fortress in the distance.

There are several similar fortresses. Wang Xuan learned from the mechanical god that the major gods in the seventh-level world have built fortresses in this bitter and cold wasteland, specifically for imprisoning criminal gods.

One of the fortresses belongs to the Warcraft Tower, where Mo Ya is now imprisoned.

Wang Xuan released his powerful divine consciousness and immediately sensed Mo Ya's breath in one of the fortresses.

However, this breath is very weak, intermittent, and it seems that it may be cut off at any time.

Wang Xuan sensed it, and was shocked. He immediately accelerated and rushed towards the fortress.

With a "bang", Wang Xuan was afraid of wasting time, so he directly broke through the solid wall outside the fortress and rushed up along the faint breath of Mo Ya.

At this moment, Wang Xuan seemed like the supreme demon god, killing gods and demons. No matter what stood in front of him, it was all shattered and destroyed in an instant. He needed to see Mo Ya as soon as possible.

This fortress covers a very large area. The words "Warcraft Tower" are hung on the top of the city, which is quite imposing, and there are soldiers patrolling above.

These soldiers are all strong men of the demon race, who were sent here.

Although in terms of strength, they cannot reach the level of true gods and cannot withstand the wind here, but they are all wearing a kind of heavy divine armor.

This specially made divine armor has a special rune painted on the surface, which contains dragon blood.

This dragon blood rune can be used to resist this kind of wind.

Just wearing this kind of divine armor, even ordinary people can live here.

The people who have lived here for many years basically wear this kind of divine armor. Their duty is to guard the fortress and watch over the gods who have committed crimes.

At this moment, the guards didn't know what happened. Suddenly, they heard a loud bang, and the front of the magnificent and huge city wall suddenly collapsed in half. Several soldiers fell down heavily, their faces full of horror, and they felt confused and puzzled.

There are many buildings in the fortress. In addition to the places where the soldiers live, there are also some reinforced buildings that look much simpler, like prisons made of giant iron pillars. These buildings are used to imprison the sinful gods.

In metal prisons of varying sizes, many sinful gods are imprisoned.

These sinful gods are all wearing handcuffs and shackles. The most terrifying thing is that these metal prisons cannot withstand the terrifying wind. It can be said that these sinful gods are waiting in these prisons, suffering from the torture of scraping bones and flesh all the time, unable to meditate or rest. It can be said that at this time, it has become worse than death, but they can't die.

Whether it is a metal prison or handcuffs and shackles, they are specially made, and ordinary gods can't break free at all.

Of course, most of these are ordinary prisons, used to imprison ordinary gods below the true gods.

If it is a true god-level sinner, the prison cell and handcuffs and shackles will be even more terrifying. In addition to the runes engraved on the surface to suppress strength, the soul will be pierced.

Even if the true god comes here, once the soul is pierced, it is not much different from ordinary mortals, and there is no chance of escape at all.

They will be released only after the expiration of the sentence.

And some people who have been sentenced to heavy sentences or even endless sentences for serious crimes are even more terrifying. They can only be tortured here and eventually tortured to death.

It can be said that for the gods of the seventh layer world, nothing is more terrifying than the bitter cold wasteland.

It is also because of the bitter cold wasteland that the gods of the major gods dare not violate the rules of the upper level. Otherwise, once they commit a crime, what awaits them will be an endless hell.

Many sinners can't stand this endless torture and want to commit suicide, but since they are gods, their souls are almost immortal, and it is not easy to commit suicide.

In particular, the superiors had already considered this aspect when designing this bitter cold wasteland. Therefore, once they were handcuffed and shackled, their strength was suppressed, and they could not even destroy their own bodies, let alone commit suicide.

Therefore, if the sinners here die, they usually do not commit suicide, but die slowly after a long period of torture, when their souls are almost collapsed.

In particular, the orientation of each prison is different, and the strength of the wind is different. If you have connections and backgrounds, you can choose a better prison with weaker wind, so you can live longer and suffer less torture.

On the contrary, you will be imprisoned in some terrible prisons, even true gods can hardly bear it. As for those below true gods, they basically can't bear it. After one or two hundred years, they will basically have a mental breakdown and eventually be tortured to death.

At this moment, at the northern end of the fortress, there is a row of prisons, which is the worst environment. There are some tall buildings standing here, with some runes engraved on them. The function of these runes is to strengthen the wind blowing over.

After being enhanced by runes, these winds became more terrifying, and even true gods could hardly withstand them.

This place was mainly used to imprison some true gods who had committed serious crimes. Of course, there were also some ordinary gods who had special circumstances or offended the bigwigs above.

Because most of the ordinary gods imprisoned here could not survive for many years and would slowly die.

At this moment, in one of the cells, there was a woman with dishevelled hair. This woman looked skinny and had completely lost her shape. Her eyes were dull and her breath was weak. She was on the verge of death.

If you don't look carefully, you can't tell that she was the once beautiful and charming Lord of the Demon City, Mo Ya, who had the title of Demon Lord.

She was wrapped in tattered coarse cloth, which could hardly cover her body completely. She fell in the cell, wearing handcuffs and shackles. A huge chain connected the handcuffs and shackles, and the other end was connected to the metal pillar of the cell.

Beside the cell, there were several people wearing heavy armor, as if they were admiring some beautiful scenery.

"It's almost over. After dragging it on for so long, she's finally going to die." One of them suddenly spoke up, sighed, and said, "For her, it's a relief."

Another armored man suddenly said, "Speaking of which, she originally had a promising future. She could be appointed as the Lord of the Demon City in the lower world. As long as she became a true god, she could get a good position in the Monster Tower. But she offended the tower master, and no one can save her."

"Who can you blame? Isn't it her own fault? I heard that she originally had a backer and was very much loved by that Demon Xuanji. When she was tried, as long as she had a better attitude and admitted her guilt and punishment, she should not have been sentenced. After so many years, plus Mo Xuanji's face, she can be locked up in a better prison. She will probably suffer for a while and then be released. "

"But she was still stubborn and insisted that she was not wrong. Later, it seemed that Mo Xuanji's opponent reported this matter to the tower master, which eventually angered the tower master. Now Mo Xuanji could not protect her and was sentenced to a heavy sentence. "

"Haha, she was unlucky. At that time, the leader of our stronghold was replaced by someone from Mo Xuanji's rival lineage. Wouldn't he torture her to death? "

"Originally, she was going to be released in half a year, but unfortunately she couldn't make it until then. "