Deception

The sun has set in Khmer, but it is still noon in the Middle East.

The strong sunshine is scorching this dry land.

The sky is covered with yellow sand and the vegetation is sparse.

But almost two thousand years ago, this place was still a forest of life.

Many ancient civilizations sprouted here.

But now, apart from desolation, drought and war, there are no signs of civilization and prosperity here.

Before the era of monsters and ghosts, this was already the most chaotic, desperate, and depressing area of ​​Blue Star.

The people who had been massacred raised the butcher knife to the weak, replicating what the Nazis had done to them.

Concentration camps, separation walls, genocide, physical castration...

Except for not going to the gas chamber, all other available tricks have been used.

Amidst the rush of thoughts, Xu Ji has quietly used magic to block out the 'stench'.

"Slave others, and you will be enslaved by others!"

"A 'quasi-saint'-level figure!"

"The origin of Blue Star's ghosts is related to Asura?" Xu Ji thought.

He said with great humility: "Mr. Xu, are you willing to teach this sacred path to the ignorant people of Blue Star?"

By the way, countless spores were also blown to this world.

However, the things revealed in Xu Ji's tone still frightened Colonel Mark.

"Why?"

A great father will naturally not stay long.

Let countless lost lambs, and countless blind people, worship under the greatness and holiness of the immortals.

Thousands of spores are thousands of magic fly eggs.

Xu Ji shook his head and laughed disdainfully: "That is the way of inferior things!"

Turn this land into a barren desert.

The male asuras of China seem to have a similar taste when they practice cultivation.

"Before my father left, he stayed behind to guide our descendants, and the beacon for pursuing his great path was also left here!"

Perfect! So perfect!

Colonel Mark was trembling all over. He felt like Abraham.

Those spores, bred in the garden and watered with the blood and souls of mortals, are each wrapped in a demon fly egg.

Also flew towards the mortal fishing boats.

However, they still received the gift of the great Father - spiritual energy.

boom!

The test tube was blown to pieces.

The eyeballs that popped out from under the face were observing this desolate land.

Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, and thousands of ghosts wreak havoc!

Now, except for the core big cities, this once civilized place has no order at all.

"Also completely freed from the constraints of genes and cells!"

This odor is not just a perception of smell.

"yes……"

A strong, foul smell suddenly filled the air.

Thinking of this, the monster flapped its wings again and flew towards the end of the pilgrimage.

This is true whether in Jiuyou or in this world.

In this spiritually barren world, for the Demon Flies, there is not much to offer except that mortals can kill and squeeze them at will.

Even if you are killed, you can be reborn.

"How dare you hunt on the ruins of the great garden of the Demon Fly Clan!"

"You are indeed a god!"

"Probably not..."

Xu Ji looked at it, took it, and held it in his hand for a closer look.

It will also blow the spiritual energy from the earth's veins and the sun into this world.

For example, in Journey to the West, Wei Zheng killed the Dragon King who violated the laws of heaven.

In just ten minutes, He had arrived at the beach.

With a slight smile, Xu Ji slowly levitated: "This means jumping out of the Three Realms and not being in the Five Elements!"

Incredible ‘supernatural power’!

This is the domain of ‘gods’!

Especially when it comes to myths and legends, they are, if not exactly the same, at least completely different from each other!

For example, in the legends of the Central Plains, gods will be punished if they make mistakes.

"Unforgivable!"

Colonel Mark's eyes widened and he immediately shouted: "Mr. Xu, once this kind of thing encounters the air, it will react violently!"

It is almost comparable to the Arhat protectors in the Western Pure Land.

The moment it dissipated, even the energy, blood, and soul felt nauseated.

A true paradise for magic flies.

Therefore, when male Asuras are practicing, even the Witch Clan will stay far away.

When the river floods, wetlands and swamps are formed and are scattered over hundreds of miles.

Devout believers also set out from here along the trade route to make pilgrimages to the Holy Land of God.

…

They brought sacrifices.

It also includes the past of this land.

"The entrance to the garden is right here!"

Half an hour later, a piece of intelligence appeared on the desk of the local flag state intelligence agency.

In this world where spiritual energy was barren, spiritual energy gradually appeared under the great power of the great father.

Including, His origin, feet, and supernatural powers.

Promise that as long as they are pious enough, God will grant them eternal life at the end of the day.

Colonel Mark was immediately disheartened.

He wanted to recommend himself.

At the entrance to the sacred garden stands a statue of a god carved by a mortal slave.

He is the monster that came to life from the corpse of the ancient god of war, King Baldwin of Jerusalem.

"A completely new compound!"

Harness the sun and master the stars.

Free, happy, carefree.

Out of 10,000 larvae, if only one can grow to adulthood, you are lucky!

But just this one, as long as it returns to the garden, can quickly lay thousands of magic fly eggs again.

“If you want to be big, be big, if you want to be small, be small!”

From one million magic fly eggs, ten thousand can be hatched, which is already pretty good.

He swallowed and asked with great respect: "Mr. Xu, what does it mean to jump out of the three realms and not be in the five elements?"

Mortals in ancient times once built towns and had trade routes here.

Needless to say, that is a lie.

In the blood, the flashing memories reflect the phantom of this place two thousand years ago.

Headed to His Promised Land.
To be continued...