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Looking around, I saw Shura lying on the side and motionless. I immediately stepped forward and helped him up and leaned against the wall. Shura's breath was weak, and his whole body was covered with traces of burning fire, which obviously suffered a lot.

"Shura, Shura!" Zhaoming shook him gently. It took him a long time to see his lips moving. He seemed to want to say something, but he even made a sound. Then he tilted his head and fainted.

"Shura, Shura!" Zhaoming was shocked and anxious, but he didn't know what to do except shaking his body covered with scars.

After a while, I suddenly remembered something and rushed to the prison door and cried loudly: "Help, help!"

As soon as I touched the prison door, I felt my whole body trembling, my eyes turned black, and I screamed in pain. I flew up with blue lightning all over my body, hitting heavily on the wall, and then rolled to the ground.

I don’t know what methods were arranged by the witch clan on the prison gate, but it actually contained terrible lightning power, almost killing Zhaoming directly.

"What's the noise?" A witch clan came over and looked at the stone prison and asked loudly.

"Save...Save..." Zhaoming said intermittently. The power of the lightning was too terrible and he could no longer support it at this moment.

The witch clan sneered: "Save? Just kidding, the useless demon clan will die if he dies, so why should he save him? Even if it's okay, tomorrow will be the Sham God Sacrifice, and it will be a dead end!"

These insults made Zhaoming feel that the blood and energy in his body were surging and it was difficult to adjust himself. He let out a cry of pain, and his intuition turned dark in front of him and he fainted again.

When he woke up again, most of the injuries on his body had healed, but Shura was still in a coma.

He picked up Shura and half lay on himself. Zhaoming bit his lips tightly and stopped shouting. He didn't know what was waiting for him and Shura afterwards, but he had decided that he would not say anything weak to the witch clan again.

In the eyes of those brutal witch clans, he and Shura were just ants that could be killed at will.

The dark future, he was wandering and desperate. At this moment, he missed Acao more than ever, and even his heart was trembling when he thought of it.

"Actually, I just want to go home!"

"At this time, the grass in Qingqiu should be green!"

What Acao often says is these two sentences. She just wants to go home, but she can never go back.

Just going home, why can even such a thing become a luxury? Zhaoming's tears slowly flowed down, and his heart felt as if it was slowly shaved with his sharp nails.

They are all witch clans. If they were not witch clans, nothing would have happened. If they were not witch clans, there would have been so many unfortunate things.

Acao, bless me, bless me to never die. I will live with your will and live well.

If I don’t die today, if I get the chance, I will kill all the witch tribes in the world, no one left, no other left.

He made up his mind and bit his lips, and the blood with flames flowed out, but he could not feel any pain.

After a long time, I heard the sound of the prison door, and someone should have come. Zhaoming's breathing stopped, his heart moved, and he quickly took off the jade pendant and stuffed it into his mouth.

He didn't know if this jade pendant was a treasure, but this thing could help him heal his wounds, and it was something that Ah Cao was unwilling to give it to others if he died. He could not let others take it away.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Take the sacrifice out quickly, otherwise Elder Liuli will curse people!" A witch clan like a prisoner leader shouted loudly.

"Why is Elder Liuli so angry today?" asked another witch clan.

The prison leader snorted: "How could it be that the East Prince of the Immortal Clan took action and injured millions of disciples of my witch clan. The high priest had to go over and confront him temporarily."

"The front line with the immortals has been too long, and the remnants of the demons have disappeared slightly. The Buzhou Mountain has been incredibly riots recently, and the elders and clan leaders cannot escape. This year, only Elder Liuli, is hosted by this year's Pan Shen Festival, so she is naturally full of anger."

"Stop yelling, take the offerings out quickly."

At this time, the witch tribes who were talking happened to walk to the stone prison of Zhaoming and Shura, glanced inside, and the prison leader was stunned: "This is the sacrifice this year? The demon tribe in the Dan-Jinging Stage, isn't this going to make Elder Liuli angry?"

A jailer flipped through the booklet: "It was Mr. Zhu Hong who caught it back. He said that the two little monsters were a bit special and were prepared to leave it to the high priest."

The jailer leader nodded: "Is this what? Keep it, hurry up, bring the offerings out."

Several witch tribes were busy inside and kept capturing other demon tribes in the stone prison. These demon tribes were banned by witchcraft and could not move at all.

Zhaoming looked at everything coldly and said nothing. He and Shura seemed to have escaped for a while, but because they were too weak and ineligible, and the enemy said hello.

This result made him even more uncomfortable. I want to survive and become stronger! These two sentences kept circling in my heart, as if they were about to be mad.

Soon, all the demons in the prison were taken out. Suddenly, a witch clan said in surprise: "Oh no, two died, what should I do?"

The jailer leader went over and saw that he immediately kicked the jailer a few times and scolded loudly: "You idiots, it doesn't matter if you want to fight or play, just don't kill them. This year, there are not many sacrifices, just right."

"Sir, what should I do?" Several jailers who were kicked quickly endured the pain and asked for instructions.

The jailer leader frowned: "It's too late to catch the sacrifice now!"

He looked at Zhaoming's Shi Lao again and said in great dissatisfaction: "Those two are there."

"This... Mr. Zhu Hong ordered..." a jailer asked carefully.

The jailer leader kicked him again: "How stupid are you? Mr. Zhu Hong has already gone to the east to search for the remaining demon clans. I don't know when I will come back. Even if I ask, would you say that these two little demons will die of illness?"

"Yes, yes!" The prisonman suddenly reacted, hurriedly collected the booklet, then entered the Shizhuo and tied Zhaoming and Shura, and took it out one by one.

Zhaoming did not resist at all, but just held his breath and remained motionless.

Walking through the wet prison aisle and passing through a large stone door, a strong light suddenly hit, making Zhaoming unable to help but close his eyes, twist his head, and was shocked: What is this!

"The weather is good today, the sun is shining!" a jailer said with a smile.

Another prison guard also laughed: "Of course, today is the Pond God Sacrifice. God dares not show off the face of God Pangu!"

Sunshine... Zhaoming's heart trembled. Is this sunshine? He raised his head and looked at the sky regardless of the dazzling sunshine.

There was a bright disc there, and the sunlight was emitted from it. This... should be the sun that Acao mentioned! It was indeed very comfortable, and the whole body was warm.

Acao, I see the sunshine, I see the sunshine, do you know?

At this moment, Zhaoming suddenly wanted to cry again. His name was longing for the sunshine. He had always longed to see the legendary sun. Now he finally saw it, but before he died.

Sunshine, why can’t you shine into the demon garden? It’s so dark.

"Is this little demon stupid? I keep staring at the sun!"

"Who knows, I guess I feel like I'm going to die. Before my eyes are closed, I'll look at the things that are bright!"

Several witch tribes sneered, carried the demon tribe in their hands and flew up to a stone platform dozens of meters high, and then tied Zhaoming and other demon tribes to a stone pillar. The stone platform was very large, and hundreds of demon tribes were tied up in a row, each of them with their heads hanging down, and their faces were dead.

Although they were tied to them were just ordinary ropes, their strength was sealed, and they were ashamed to death, and they had no intention of resisting.

The Witch Clan is powerful and the demon clan is weak. It is difficult to escape when encountering the Witch Clan outside, let alone Wudao, the birthplace of the Witch Clan.

All the demons were either unconscious or lowered their heads, but Zhaoming kept holding his head up, staring at the sky and the sun, as if he was going to shine enough the sunshine he had lost in this life at once before he died.

The sun slowly moved westward, the light faded, and finally disappeared into the West Sea line.

Zhaoming's heart also became even colder. This was the first time he saw the sun, but it was also the last time he saw the sun.

Why is this world so unfair? These witch tribes can have so much, but they even have a luxury to even the sunshine.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the witch tribe dances in front of them, which is extremely noisy, which makes Zhaoming unable to help but look over.

Suddenly, he realized that there was a huge statue in front of him. This was a young man, not very handsome, but he had his own temperament. He held his hands tightly and looked ahead with fearless faces.

Although this is just a statue, it seems to be alive, especially the eyes, with bursts of divine lights flashing. Like vast stars, there is an indescribable strange power surrounding the statue, which is mysterious and mysterious.

Zhaoming was shocked who this person was. Although it was just a statue, it made him feel like he was stepping on the vastness, the universe was in his hand, and laughing at the world without heroes.

The statue is already like this, and if it were me, it would be even more extraordinary.

"Bow and worship the great god Pangu!" A female witch clan shouted loudly, and all witch clans immediately knelt down at the statue.

The great god Pangu, it turns out that this is Pangu, and this is Pangu who created the world. Zhaoming suddenly understood, but he couldn't help but feel resentment.

Why did he create such an unfair world? Why did he create a world where the witch clan bullies the demon clan, just because the witch clan bowed to him?

If you believe in you and worship you, you will receive gifts, otherwise you will suffer misfortune and disaster?

Pangu, since you don’t like the demon clan, why bother let the demon clan appear in this world?

Staring at the Pangu statue in front of him, Zhaoming's eyes were full of hatred.

At this time, the witch tribe knelt three times and nine times, and they all stood up one by one. Another female witch tribe was dancing strange dances behind the Pangu statue, which triggered a stream of strange forces to surge towards the Pangu statue.
Chapter completed!