'Fortunately, he is weak in making money, so the Immortal Chief of the Ministry of Finance can continue to live in heaven.'

'This devil baby looks quite cute. I don't know who the devil is, who plotted against the newborn child.'

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Within the Juetian Formation.

The team responsible for exploring Nanzhou has now found a large number of demon infants.

The good news is that these demon babies have been controlled by mortals here;

The bad news is...the methods used by these mortals to control the demon infants are many times more cruel than the demon infants attacking people.

This is a huge city made of earth and stone.

There are probably hundreds of thousands of mortals living in the city. Most of the mortals wear simple clothes made of coarse linen. Wearing a pair of straw sandals is considered decent.

A small number of mortals wear battle armor or satin fabrics. Whenever they appear, the simply dressed mortals must bow their heads in salute.

If Li Dazhi could see this scene, he would probably sigh...

This damn thing is worse than feudal superstition.

The humanistic ecology here is still in a slave society. Most mortals are slaves, subordinate to the common people, and are responsible for engaging in various types of labor.

The common people are the nobles, and those who have surnames are derived from the blood of some ancient great figures.

Although common people and nobles have the right of life and death over the slaves they support, it is rare for common people and nobles to kill their own slaves;

The slaves are not the worst off, at least they can have enough food and clothing;

Those human sacrifices kept near the big altar in the east of the city without any clothes are the most miserable existence in this city and most of the southern continent.

The only way waiting for these human sacrifices is death.

And this kind of death is often accompanied by various tortures. Being sent to the grave and gradually suffocated to death is the gentlest way to die.

There are two kinds of slaughterhouses next to the big altar.

One kind of slaughterhouse slaughters humans and animals, and the other kind of slaughterhouse also slaughters humans and animals.

Just the methods are different.

On the city wall near the high altar.

Qing Su, Zhao Gongming and other immortals, who had used the blinding technique, frowned and looked at this scene.

Zhao Gongming sighed with emotion: "No wonder the human race wants to seal this place with a great formation. Such a situation is so cruel... If we say that the human race is the protagonist of the world, it is really difficult to convince hundreds of races and spirits."

"This is just a matter of human sacrifice that has appeared in the past few thousand years."

An old woman from Notre Dame Palace sighed:

"Originally, Nanzhou was a place where all the nations were in harmony and the world was under common control. However, things have changed since the founding of Great Xia and the conquest of 40% of Nanzhou.

"It is difficult to explain everything here in a short while. Fellow Taoists, please focus on the matter of the demon infant."

Master Taiyi raised his chin towards the altar: "There are at least thousands of these demon babies. What do they want to do? Burn them directly?"

Yuding also frowned a little when he heard this.

On the big altar, several men and women wearing strange robes and scary masks were jumping around hard.

The center of the altar was filled with demon babies.

A demon infant covered with black hair and black scales was tied up and thrown here, next to bundles of dry firewood being thrown over.

There are thousands of strong soldiers on the periphery wearing simple battle armor, holding long swords and spears, and they are all full of murderous intent.

Some generals have already lit torches.

Those demon babies also began to be poured with fire oil.

The priests of the 'Dancing God' stopped their movements, knelt on the wooden platform and began to twitch all over. They bowed their heads and knelt down, and made whining sounds from their mouths.

Suddenly a thunderbolt appears in the clear sky, and then clouds appear.

"What's going on?" Gui Lingling whispered, "Why do you feel like a force of heaven is coming down?"

As soon as she finished speaking, divine light suddenly burst out from the foreheads of the four priests on the altar. Four beams of light shot up into the sky, and dark clouds that kept rotating appeared in the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of mortals in the city knelt down at the same time, praying to the four pillars of light.

Zhao Gongming, Qing Su and other immortals saw with their own eyes that four phantoms fell from the light pillar. They seemed to be two men and two women, wearing simple robes and long skirts, and got into the lower part to sacrifice the forehead.

In a few moments, the four priests were wrapped in rich divine light and transformed into four...

gods.

A god indeed.

The two female gods have stunning looks and near-perfect figures. Their whole bodies exude a rich light, their faces are holy, their expressions are compassionate, their long hair is twisted into a complicated sideburns, and there is a kind of secret hidden deep in their golden eyes.

An indifference that is difficult to conceal.

The two male gods were dressed in battle armor, with tall figures and majestic faces, looking like they were not angry but powerful.

At this moment, the female god stood in the back with a concave shape, and the male god held a long sword and carried a spear on his back, slowly walking towards the demon infants.

The group of demon babies roared at the four gods.

The male god slowly spoke a prehistoric language with a strange tone. This kind of language evolved from the language of ancient humans, and it was not difficult to understand.

"Disaster has come."

"This is a curse on the fertile land, a punishment imposed on us by the God King."

"Subjects, you must sacrifice more human sacrifices to the God King."

"Destroy these sons of the devil from the abyss."

The two human generals who were kneeling on one knee lowered their heads and stood up, throwing down the torches without hesitation.

Those thousands of demon infants raised their heads and shouted, and the fire ignited fiercely.

When Zhao Gongming saw this, he frowned and clenched his fists, as if he was holding back from taking action.

Qingsu asked: "Is it possible to cure these demon babies?"

The immortals didn't know how to answer.

"Since you and I don't know, it is possible, even if the hope is slim," Qing Su held the ice blue sword in her palm and murmured, "If there is no way to cure them, I will kill them with my own hands and prevent them from harming others.

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The old woman on the side said hurriedly: "We can't interfere... Nanzhou..."

Their voices became lower and lower.

Without him, the figure of Gui Lingling had appeared above the heads of the group of demon babies at some point. The big turtle shell in his hand shed a fairy light, shrouding these demon babies.

The demon babies raised their heads and roared at Turtle Lingling.

The icy blue fairy light flashed on the side, and all the demon babies were sealed into ice blocks that would not hurt their lives.

There was silence on the high altar.

Qingsu walked up to the demon babies as if no one else was around and put them into a spirit storage bracelet that could hold living things.

"Big and bold!"

A male god looked furious and slashed at Qingsu with a long sword!
Chapter completed!