Ghost Hunter kneeled in front of the altar like a statue, and he felt a little uneasy.
"It's been so long, why hasn't Liao One come back yet?"
But seeing that 99% of the black statue had turned into the color of blood, and that it would only take a few minutes for the messenger of the Devil God to arrive, the Ghost Hunter's heart was at ease again, and there was a faint sense of a sacred mission.
"People can't live without dreams. What's the difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish?" He thought. As long as the messenger could come to the human world, even if Ghost Hunter and his brother Liao One had to sacrifice themselves, it was worth it.
Humans were twisted by hatred, and they became humble and stubborn because of powerlessness. In order to gain power, they were willing to sell their souls to the demons.
Ghost Hunter was one of them. Although he led the Ghost Eye Clan to fight against the Holy Church and got the upper hand in some battles, it was only with the help of the Dark Parliament that they won.
While the members of the Ghost Hunter Tribe were excited and thought that they had won the war and the day of wiping out the Holy Church was just around the corner, the Ghost Hunter Tribe knew that the Holy Church didn't care about anything except losing some face. The victory in their eyes was a big deal, but the Holy Church didn't care about it at all.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt how terrifying the Holy Church was. Even the Dark Parliament couldn't see any hope of destroying the Holy Church. It wasn't hard to imagine how much pressure he was under, and he spent his days in anxiety and desperation.
Therefore, Ghost Hunter, who was known as the rare genius in the Ghost Hunter Tribe, finally couldn't stand the temptation of the demons and made this deal with the so-called Demonic God for the sake of revenge and his illusory dream.
Lord Demon God's bewitchment and promise made his heart thump. He longed to be able to obtain supreme authority with Lord Demon God's help and dominate everyone's life and death. That feeling of power in his hands made him deeply infatuated and yearned for it.
Therefore, when Lord Demon God suggested that he hold a blood sacrifice and use the blood essence of sinners to open the Gates of Hell to welcome his arrival to express his sincerity, he agreed without hesitation.
However, he didn't expect that after he massacred a few villages and slaughtered many believers of the Holy Church, the Demonic God expressed his dissatisfaction. He said that the blood of ordinary people didn't have the power to open the Gate of Hell, and he needed the blood of warriors with rich vitality. The higher the cultivation level, the better.
This time, the Ghost Hunter was in a difficult situation. There were many warriors in this world, but not too many. Most of them had a strong background. If they were unlucky and killed a warrior with a strong background, then the Ghost Hunter Tribe would be in big trouble.
Besides, the Ghost Hunter Tribe was the descendant of a group of blasphemers. They supported themselves with passion and the will of revenge. Their cultivation level wasn't high. They could kill ordinary warriors, but if they encountered a powerful warrior, they could destroy the entire Ghost Hunter Tribe.
Ghost Hunter felt that he couldn't complete this difficult task, so he told the Demonic God frankly that he wasn't strong enough to kill a large number of warriors for the blood sacrifice.
Lord Devil God was already prepared. Since it was a transaction, he naturally had to pay something, so he very generously gave him an extremely evil cultivation technique. He also gave him a magic bottle, which could absorb the resentment of people who died in vain to cultivate. This kind of cultivation method could allow a cultivator to advance by leaps and bounds, and quickly become a super powerhouse.
Killing was something that the Ghost Hunter Tribe often did. Killing people could also help them cultivate. This made Ghost Hunter unable to resist this temptation. He just struggled a little and accepted this gift.
Therefore, under the guidance of the Demonic God, he gradually embarked on this path of no return.
After cultivating the cultivation technique that the Demonic God gave him, he gradually lost his nature and became the most devout believer and lackey of the Demonic God. He always followed the will of the Demonic God as his mission.
Just when he was full of shame and felt that he had failed the Demonic God's trust, he suddenly heard the news that the World Warrior Competition was about to be held. This made him keenly aware that this might be a good opportunity for the blood sacrifice, so he immediately reported it to the Demonic God.
The Demonic God, who was eager to come to the human world, was overjoyed when he heard the news. He immediately made some plans and gave him a magic bottle and the Dark Curtain of the Dead Souls, which were specially used to absorb the aura of death to help his cultivation.
The Demonic God, who originally didn't have much confidence, was immediately overjoyed when he got these two things and figured out how to use them. He confidently promised that he would lead the messenger of the Demonic God to the human world first.
However, when he discussed this earth-shattering event with the brothers of the Ghost Hunter Tribe, he was unanimously opposed by everyone, and they even tried to persuade him.
They thought that the so-called Demonic God didn't have good intentions at all. No matter whether this thing was successful or not, it would be harmful to the Ghost Hunter Tribe.
If it was successful, who could guarantee that the Demonic God would keep his word? He had tried everything to come to the human world because he coveted this world. Not to mention that he didn't have the ability to unify the world and build a perfect world, even if he had the ability, how could he hand over the country that he had worked so hard to conquer to the Ghost Hunter Tribe?
If it was not successful, the result would be even worse. The Ghost Hunter Tribe would inevitably become the public enemy of the world, and everyone would have the right to kill them. At that time, all of them would die without a burial place.
The members of the Ghost Hunter Tribe tried to persuade the Demonic God, and they analyzed the pros and cons very thoroughly. Everyone could analyze the pros and cons. However, the Demonic God was obsessed and wouldn't listen to them. On the surface, he agreed, but in the dark, he turned the most elite warriors of the Ghost Hunter Tribe into his ghost slaves.
When he was refining the ghost slaves, he even confidently murmured that he did it for the future of the Ghost Hunter Tribe. Since they were not obedient, he would make them obedient.
However, he didn't realize that what he had done had already changed. It had already violated the original intention of the Ghost Hunter Tribe. It wasn't for revenge, but for the ambition and desire to fall into the abyss.
Bang!
In the Demonic God's anxious and expectant eyes, a strong wave of space fluctuation came.
The statue on the altar suddenly exploded, and the black material kept falling off. Cracks appeared on the broken statue, and clusters of red light shot out from the cracks, emitting a strong aura that could make people's souls tremble.
However, the aura seemed to be very unstable, fluctuating from high to low.
The Demonic God was stunned, but he quickly reacted. With a fanatical face, he respectfully kneeled on the ground and shouted, "Welcome, Great Messenger!"
Although he didn't know why the Gate of Hell could be opened after the blood sacrifice, and why the powerful Great Messenger didn't come through the Gate of Hell, but from the statue.
However, in the Demonic God's eyes, the Great Demon God was an omnipotent God, and his messenger must be a noble God's messenger. It wasn't strange for him to come through any method.
Crack!
The broken statue shattered. The Ghost Hunter was dumbstruck, as if he was struck by lightning. A little turtle made of white jade stuck its head out of the broken statue.
This was the Great Messenger? Why was it in the form of a turtle?
The Demonic God's eyes almost popped out. He looked at the white jade turtle in disbelief, and didn't seem to be afraid of people at all.
He muttered in his heart.
"Kid, is this the human world?"
The white jade turtle frowned like a human, and asked in an old-fashioned tone. However, its voice was childish, and it sounded very strange.
The Demonic God's heart trembled, and he secretly scolded himself for being ignorant. The Great Demon God was omnipotent, so it wasn't strange for the messenger to be a talking turtle.
Although this turtle didn't look like the Great Messenger at all, and was even a little cute, he didn't dare to be the slightest bit impolite. He quickly bowed his head respectfully and replied, "Great Messenger, this is Earth, which is also the human world that the Great Demon God often talks about."
Great Demon God? Great Messenger? What the hell?
Could it be the unlucky little demon that blocked his way when he was traveling through space, and was thrown into the space turbulence?
The Mountain River Turtle muttered in his heart, but he couldn't be bothered to think about those messy things. At this moment, he was extremely excited, and had the urge to cry.
How many years had it been? He was finally back to the Three Realms. Was it easy for him? He escaped from death in the space-time tunnel, went through countless hardships and dangers, and finally found the way back after wandering for tens of thousands of years.
However, so many years had passed, and he didn't know what the Three Realms had become now. Had Su Zhe returned? Had the Three Realms' calamity arrived? "Is Ding Ning dead?" Or had he stopped the calamity of the Three Realms and become a god, and was respected by billions of people?
No, this place was filled with the thick aura of the Abyss Demons. Had the Three Realms fallen and been occupied by the Abyss Demons? It seemed like that must be the case. Otherwise, why would there be the aura of the Abyss Demons in the human world?
Ah, it's over. Su Zhe, Su Zhe, I'm sorry. It's not that I don't want to help you protect that kid, but there was an accident, and I went to the space-time tunnel. I was also very helpless, you can't blame me.
The Mountain River Turtle was filled with emotions. He looked at the thick black aura around him, and muttered insincerely in his heart.
In his opinion, since this place was the human world, but it was filled with the aura of the Abyss Demons, it must have been occupied by the Abyss Demons.
Ding Yu was the person who had faced the calamity. Since the human world had become a paradise for the Abyss Demons, it meant that he had not survived the calamity. He must have died.
Just as he was planning to fish in troubled waters and pretend to be the Lord Messenger that Ghost Hunter had mentioned, he wanted to find out what was going on with the calamity so that he could explain it to Su Zhe when he returned.
When he looked up, he saw a figure with a head full of grey hair and a face full of wrinkles. However, his body was unusually tall and straight as he walked over slowly. He was instantly dumbfounded, and shouted in disbelief, "Ding Yu, you're not dead?"
Ding Yu was also dumbfounded. He had finally found traces of Ghost Hunter, and just as he was about to catch him and ask him about it, someone … uh, no, a turtle was talking.
What the hell was going on? Even though he had seen many Demon Clan members, and there were turtles that he had saved from Tian Shuitian in the space, this was the first time he had seen a white jade turtle speak the human language. What was worse was that the turtle had cursed him the moment it opened its mouth, causing him to be speechless.
"Don't worry, there are many people who want to kill me, but I'm still alive and well. Are you disappointed?"
Although Ding Ning didn't know who the white jade tortoise was, since it appeared on this strange altar and the Ghost Hunter bowed to it, he knew that it wasn't a good thing. Perhaps, it was the mastermind behind all of this. Of course, Ding Ning didn't hold back when he spoke.
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