"six……"

"Six Yang God King? Hehe, I don't believe you, a fool, dug this out yourself.

This is someone chanting your god. I don’t believe that guy would be so kind.

Are you being tricked? I've told you, but you still don't believe me.

You have changed, but you have changed?"

The Sun-Destroying Demon was overjoyed, and he didn't know how to express it, but he still had that sense of intellectual superiority.

The Sun-Destroying Demon and the Sun-Living Demon were once one, but later their consciousnesses were split.

Thoughts and consciousness are all different, but because they come from the same source, they are still closely connected.

For example, they are all Yang Demons.

Back then in the Forbidden City of Extreme Cold, they maintained their ghostlike appearance of being immortal and unable to return to becoming gods, but they did not turn into demons either.

The moment the Sun-Destroying Demon takes on the name of the Yang Demon, it is equivalent to making a choice.

And because they are both Yang Demons, it is absolutely impossible for Liu Yang Demon to become a god again from now on.

The Liuyang Demon is left with only two options.

Or, keep it as is,

Or, like the Sun-Destroying Demon, bear the name of the Yang Demon.

There is no third kind anymore.

They are both Yang demons, so it is impossible for one of them to bear the name of a god and the other to bear the name of a demon.

The Sun-Destroying Demon made his choice first, and was overjoyed at the moment. He was really afraid that the Sun-Destroying Demon would choose first and get him cheated.

It's great now, at least it won't affect him.

He has not stayed here for so long in vain.

He has heard that hungry ghosts like to devour demons the most.

Now that he has taken on the name of a demon, he at least has a way out. He can try it in the future and let the hungry ghosts eat him.

Whether it will work or not, I still have some thoughts.

The city has become more and more lively recently. On the autumnal equinox, the Sun-Destroying Demon has lost its wilting appearance. It looks like it has gotten up after a good sleep, full of energy, and is waiting to be beheaded.

Death row prisoners from all over the country were brought to Jiachen City.

In fact, apart from Duidong, there are really not many people in other places.

There is a lot of waste waiting to be done, and the preliminary preparations for the three super-large spirit-transforming formations have been planned.

Even if you haven’t decided on a specific location, you don’t need to prepare the materials?

Smelting materials, refining special materials, inscribing runes, disassembling formations, and constructing formation base parts relative to the place, such a huge project does not start at the beginning.

The number of Qi Refining cultivators in Dadui was originally small, and there was a gap due to the earthquake disaster in the past.

Nowadays, even if you are a casual cultivator, you don’t have to worry about finding a job.

Who has time to take huge risks, kill people, seize treasures, and rob homes and homes?

A very small number of them are just temporary personal grudges.

The prisoners on death row are basically from outside Duidong.

There are actually quite a few evil spirits who came this time, and they were all caught by the Riddler near the border.

Strictly speaking, he was actually arrested in Qianxi.

Well, those Jin Yiwei who were born in Qianxi are here to save Qianxi and prevent these evil ways from harming their hometown.

Because in Jinyiwei, they had to obey orders and follow orders, but they couldn't do anything rashly, so they joined the Riddler.

Yes, that's it. Whether others believe it or not is their business.

The busy streets are crowded with people, and the shops on the streets are also bustling scenes.

Many Daqian monks who normally do business are frantically purchasing Dadui specialties here.

In front of the small temple, the first prisoner has been taken to the execution ground.

This place seems to be incompatible with the bustle in the distance, but it is also strangely harmonious.

The blade of the law enforcement knife fell, and the head fell into the frame. Both body and soul were destroyed, and it was a simple death.

The Sun Destroyer seemed to have entered another perspective, and at that moment, he saw the beauty of death.

Seeing a hazy corner of the truth made him confirm that the truth was there, but he couldn't find it.

"Good death." The cheers came from the distance.

It's not the residents here or the local monks in Dadui who are applauded, they are all used to it.

The one who is praised is a monk from Daqian who is a serious businessman.

To say who hates these evil ways the most, it must be either the local monks or these Daqian monks.

I could have taken advantage of Da Dui's return to take a quick look and seize the opportunity to make a fortune, but these evil ways have messed up the situation.

Now in Dadui's stores, the prices of many resources unique to Dadui have soared.

Even if I bring it to Daqian, I can still make money, but the money I make is incomparable to what I made before.

In the past, you might earn hundreds or thousands of times, but now you can earn up to ten times.

It’s strange that you don’t want to hate these evil people who are doing things.

It can't be that the price has already been increased before the person returns from the big redemption, right?

They have all inquired about it, and it turns out that there were indeed some lucky guys who made a fortune in the first wave. Later, because of evil ways, they were caught in too many evil ways and were tortured and found out too many things, so the price was increased.

The Daqian monks gritted their teeth and looked ferocious, wishing they could kill those evil cultivators themselves.

In a street restaurant, a Riddler happily drank tea and echoed.

"A good death."

The Riddler sitting opposite, dressed as an ordinary monk, laughed out loud.

"Our big shopkeeper is... so interesting."

It’s mentioned at the beginning of their textbook outline.

He only knows how to fight and kill, so why not become a thug or some kind of Riddler?

Those who are good at fighting have no outstanding achievements, so they should keep a low profile. Don't always think about causing some big events on the surface. That is really stupid.

This wave of diversion of hatred is the work of the Riddler.

Because someone's blood really was earned, and it was a big guy who had nothing to do with the Riddler.

It is true that after the evildoers caused trouble, many foreign trade items in Dadui began to increase in price, although the two are not the most direct causal relationship.

But I can’t stop others from seeing the “facts” and figure out the cause and effect myself.

Anyway, no one thinks that this is the handiwork of the Riddler. Within the Riddler, there are only a handful of people who know this.

Maybe in a few hundred years, it will be decrypted and used as an internal teaching material case.

While they were watching the excitement, a Riddler suddenly put down his tea cup and looked at the small temple next to the execution place.

Suddenly there was some mysterious fluctuation there.

"Quick, report to the shopkeeper quickly."

On the execution ground, the execution continued. However, when one of the people was executed, the law enforcement knife cut across the neck, but there was a mystery that was difficult for ordinary people to feel.

The head fell into the frame, dead with eyes wide open.

But the Sun-Destroying Demon, who had been watching comfortably, saw a trace of dirt suddenly appear on the wonderful picture of the truth of death.

Let that hazy truth, as if separated by a thick veil, quickly go away.

The Sun-Destroying Demon became furious on the spot, so angry that he almost lost his mind.

"Dare to block my way!"

There was a dull buzzing sound, and a huge pressure fell, instantly suppressing everything around it.

Everyone's movements were frozen in place.

Some were frightened and some were shocked, but they couldn't do anything.

The power does not seem to be particularly strong, but there is a kind of extreme rage, pressure from the most fundamental place, suppressing everything.

The scent of incense hovering in the small temple seemed to be burning. Along with the thoughts of the Sun-Destroying Demon, it suddenly turned into wisps of black flames that seemed like black gas and black flames.

The flames gathered together and turned into a vague floating figure, floating towards the execution platform.

The death energy floated behind him, like flames and black energy. Ah Piao landed on the execution platform, touched the human head that fell in the frame, and gently closed the other person's eyes that were still staring at death.

Following Ah Piao's movements, a mysterious strand of essence was forcibly extracted from the neck of the head, and was held in Ah Piao's hand.
To be continued...