Chapter 902 An Lan: That Ruthless Person Is Looking at Me

"Ah..." Tuwazi immediately felt as if a thunderbolt flashed through his mind, like a bolt from the blue, making his eyes go dark, his brain short-circuited, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

When he first entered the village, he was young and naive, and he was an outsider, so he was cautious. Lin treated him like his own child, which touched him and he quickly integrated into the village. Who would have thought that it would be like this...

But soon, Tuwazi seemed to think of something, "Brother Lin, the adults set up the underworld and are in charge of reincarnation. Death is not the end. Grandma Lin should be able to see him again, right?"

When the old man was able to go to the world of the living, the first person he saw was Tuwazi, so Tuwazi knew this. In addition, his biological parents were the same. Although they had left, he could see them every ten days or half a month, and each time he could stay for about three days.

"Of course it is." Boss Lin nodded affirmatively, no longer sad, but with an incredible awe: "Your Excellency is such a great lord, you actually control the reincarnation in your hands, we can't even look up to you."

Tuwazi didn't comment, feeling the same way, even though he is now a supreme giant-level existence and strength, he still feels that in the eyes of the adults, he is just a frog in the well.

Because of Meng Po, the wandering souls in the underworld are no longer muddleheaded, and the underworld is really starting to get on the right track.

And with the treasure that Jiang Huai took out of the dragon egg to awaken the spirit, it took only a few days for a spontaneous market to appear.

Officials like Meng Po, Niu Tou Ma Mian, and Judges are not of high rank and belong to grassroots personnel, but they are very important and are the key to the operation of the underworld.

It's not that the King of Hell and the Ghost Emperor are not important, they are more important, they are the foundation and cornerstone of the underworld, but they are responsible for the overall situation and overall planning on weekdays.

After returning from the underworld, Jiang Huai immediately entered the divine bamboo forest to retreat.

He did not miss any way to gain experience points.

However, he still did not gain much this time.

After all, his current strength and realm were too high. The next level was the realm of sacrifice. The divine bamboo forest that could make ordinary creatures suddenly enlightened was less and less helpful to him.

This was something Jiang Huai could feel.

However, no matter how small a mosquito was, it was still meat.

At present, the dark creatures had almost been pulled out by himself, the foreign land had been pacified, and the fairyland was calm. There was no other way to gain experience points. He could not go out for a walk, but he could gain some experience points. However, his current identity and status were different, and his every move would attract too much attention, which might even make the people of the fairyland panic.

In particular, this method could not be repeated for the third time, which was really a bad choice. Unless there was really no other way to gain experience points, Jiang Huai would consider this method of ostentation, but not at the moment.

After coming out of the sacred bamboo forest, Jiang Huai went directly to the back mountain.

He had been entangled in many things recently. The souls of the immortal kings in the foreign land, the three dark emperors, the old man who destroyed the world and others had not been dealt with yet. Now they were all detained in the cage of a small world he had opened up. Now that he remembered it, he had time to deal with it.

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In the small world, it was isolated from the heaven and earth, forming a huge space alone, like a forbidden area.

No one dared to set foot here easily, and of course, no one could set foot here.

Looking around,

The earth cracked, like cracked skin, with deep cracks, like the hideous wounds of a giant beast, and what gushed out from it was not a clear spring, but rolling magma, like boiling angry blood, rushing endlessly.

The magma rivers intertwined and finally gathered into an endless sea of ​​fire, and the hot breath rushed straight into the sky, as if to burn the entire space to ashes.

In the sky, the scene was even more spectacular. Countless mighty suns were hanging above, each emitting dazzling light, like the eyes of gods, looking down coldly and majestically.

The scorching sun penetrated the clouds, ruthlessly shining on the earth, covering everything in a whiteness, and even the air seemed to be evaporated and twisted.

In the center of this sea of ​​fire and the scorching sun, a protruding open-air square was hanging there, with heavy iron cages lined up on it, densely packed and randomly arranged together, like a small cage city.

Imprisoned in these iron cages were the once majestic Dark King, Immortal King, and Fallen Immortal King, all trembling all over, one more embarrassed than the other.

And in the square under the iron cage, the sea of ​​fire was rolling, and there were densely packed figures floating, the number of which was immeasurable, those dark armies and weird armies.

The strongest among them is comparable to a true immortal, and the weakest is also in the realm of heavenly gods. If they were put outside, they would all be big figures.

But at this moment, they can only struggle in this endless sea of ​​fire, being swallowed and spit out by the sea of ​​fire, and then spit out again, unable to control themselves.

At this moment, the sea of ​​fire suddenly rolled more violently, and a series of flaming pythons rushed out of the sea of ​​fire, ferocious and sacred, and rushed straight into the sky.

Somewhere in the sky, lightning and thunder, dark clouds, and the next moment, a bean-sized rain of flames fell down.

This strange scene made the dark kings, immortal kings, and fallen immortal kings imprisoned in the iron cage look subconsciously.

There is no concept of time and years here, and it is always like this. They don’t know how long they have been imprisoned here. This is the first time they have seen any unusual movements, so they are all horrified.

The end of the sight.

The sky and the earth cracked.

A tall figure came from the step.

The eyes are shining, deep and mysterious.

Jiang Huai looked down at the kings imprisoned in the iron cages below, feeling a little emotional. It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. Once you look at it, you can see that his record in the past was outstanding. He actually killed so many kings. Adding the recent weird kings, the number of these king-level creatures alone can almost form a real army.

When Jiang Huai looked down at these kings, the other party also looked at Jiang Huai.

He did not deliberately hide his figure.

So when they saw the face of the killing god in their memory, the kings were stunned.

Especially those immortal kings, such as An Lan, Yu Tuo and others, the memories of being whipped in their minds were shaking like a sieve.

Jiang Huai didn't say anything, but waved his hand directly, and the figures fell from his palm like dumplings.

They were the weird kings who were killed.

Feeling the king-level aura emanating from those weird kings, An Lan was dumbfounded. The expression of this old ancestor with a high generation was extremely shocked.

Where did this God of Killing run to? !

The most important thing is, how could there be so many king-level creatures in the world?

In just a short while, there must be at least hundreds of iron cages here.

Each iron cage represents a king. I can't imagine that the king is so worthless now?

But at this moment, An Lan's heart tightened, as if a pair of big hands grabbed the throat of his fate. Even though he was only in the state of Yuanshen, he was covered with coldness.

An Lan's heart was frantically warned,

that unknowable and unthinkable peerless ruthless man was looking at him!