Chapter 662 Twelve Heavenly Thunders

The old Taoist priest was struck by lightning and black smoke came out of his body. His face was aggrieved and innocent. He said nothing!

But he couldn't control the surprise in his heart at that moment, okay?

When you see someone who is particularly familiar, and that person was once a big shot, you will definitely think of his name subconsciously, right?

Is this abnormal?

He is also being struck by lightning?

And this is hell!

A place where a thunderbolt will never appear in billions of years!

Before today, if someone asked the old Taoist priest about thunderbolt, he would definitely smile kindly and say-

"Child, that thing is just a legend. It doesn't exist in this world. I have lived so long and have never seen thunderbolt in hell!"

Just when he was struck by lightning for the first time, he had already thought about how to tell the story to the younger generation of his race in the future.

"It was an afternoon that was originally calm... The first thunderbolt in the history of hell fell on your ancestor's head!"

Then the younger generation must be surprised and shocked, and asked him what it felt like to be struck by lightning.

Then he would answer like this: "Feeling? No feeling!"

"How could a mere bolt of lightning hurt your powerful ancestor?"

But now, he no longer intends to tell this story.

Tired!

Really.

Wenjun, Zijin and others over there all looked at the old Taoist priest who was struck by lightning in silence.

Their faces were also full of confusion.

Shan Gu even looked up and asked: "Is there also cloudy and rainy days in hell?"

The old Taoist priest wanted to slap him!

Rainy, your head!

This is thunder from the sky!

Do you think ordinary thunder can strike me like this?

If you want to see that kind of thunder, I can create millions of them for you in a minute!

Even a sea of ​​thunder is fine!

Si Yin was still very kind and asked with concern: "Grandpa, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a small accident, of course it's okay." The old Taoist looked at Si Yin and thought to himself, what a cute little girl, this blood fluctuation is so familiar...

Crack!

Another bolt of lightning struck him.

If it weren't for this group of people, the old Taoist would have cried.

What evil did the Taoist do?

Why were they struck by lightning one after another?

No... Where did this group of monsters come from?

Are they the enemies with the Creation Liquid in the mouth of the bird in the Pantheon of the World?

Isn't this courting death?

Is that bird blind?

Ah?

There are six people in total, and four of them are powerful!

He has been struck four times!

Xiaobai, Wenjun, Zijin, Si Yin and others were also a little speechless.

What's wrong with this old Taoist?

Why are we struck by lightning one after another?

Are we really something extraordinary?

Even if we are recognized, it’s not okay?

But why didn’t anyone recognize us?

Didn’t the great gods in the Pantheon recognize us?

Xiaobai and Wenjun were even more puzzled.

Xiaobai: Did the old Taoist really recognize their origins and get attacked? But why did the fallen archangel just now… claim to be one of the gods and Buddhas in the heavens, why didn’t he recognize him?

Wenjun: Isn’t my origin the great northern god in the late ancient times? As for getting such a powerful top boss of hell to be struck by lightning?

If that’s the case, then when the great gods of the southern birds come, won’t he be struck to death?

The old Taoist priest was completely charred, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood. He looked at Shan Gu and Si Yin with a face full of grief and anger, and roared: "Go ahead and strike, Taoist, I want to see, the remaining two, could it be that they are also..."

As he spoke, he shifted his gaze to Shan Gu and Si Yin.

Crack!

Crack!

Two more thunderbolts fell from the sky.

For a long time.

The old Taoist priest still lay there unwilling to get up.

He regretted it very much!

"I'm so stupid, really. I know that birds of a feather flock together. I clearly warned myself in my heart not to look at it, and I might be struck by thunder, but why didn't I follow my heart? Why did I still look? If I don't look, I can't be struck by thunder. If I don't get struck by thunder, I can't lie here. I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything to you that was against the will of heaven, why do you treat me like this?"

The old Taoist priest muttered there with tears in his eyes, looking like he had no desire to live.

Even Xiaobai didn't want to provoke him at this time.

After a long while, seeing that the old Taoist seemed to have calmed down, he asked softly: "You... Is this your race? Is there anything special?"

"Special, you big-headed ghost!"

The old Taoist was furious, and stood up from the ground, glaring at Bai Muye: "What do you mean by my race? Look carefully, I am a human! A human! The same human race as you!"

"There are people in hell?" Caiyi whispered quietly.

The old Taoist priest let out a long sigh and didn't want to talk to this group of people.

The atmosphere was mysteriously awkward.

Caiyi glanced at Xiaobai, meaning did she say something wrong?

Xiaobai gave her a reassuring look.

So Caiyi felt relieved.

Even though they understood their current situation, even though they all saw that even Xiaobai seemed powerless to solve the problems they were facing.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he is there, they will feel at ease.

"The human race cannot be said to be the largest race in this world, but at least, it is also a race that can be ranked in the top ten!"

The old Taoist priest paused for a long time before saying faintly: "So there are human figures in all realms. People appear in hell. Is it strange? Don't you know that in the busiest era of hell, 99% of them are human race."

This is not easy to respond to.

So everyone fell silent.

Finally, Xiaobai spoke up to save the old Taoist priest's reputation: "Don't worry, there won't be any more."

The old Taoist priest thought to himself, I don't believe you!

You probably don't know who you used to be, and your words are the most unreliable!

The old Taoist priest couldn't help thinking in his heart, and suddenly subconsciously raised his head and looked at the sky above his head.

He found that there was no movement, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was afraid of being struck by lightning.

My grandmother had never been struck by lightning in her eternity, but now she was struck six times in the blink of an eye.

If he wasn't strong enough, he would have been struck to death several times!

Is there anything more speechless than this?

The answer is of course there is.

Because Bai Muye looked at him with a puzzled look and asked: "Is that ugly guy just now really your descendant? How can people... have that kind of descendants?"

The old Taoist priest was directly autistic.

Autistic to the point of doubting life.

Is that thing his descendant?

Yes!

At least in terms of blood relationship, it is true.

He couldn't deny this.

Even if he was so cold-blooded as to place the curse of hell on his offspring, hoping that through the death of his offspring, the curse would be passed on to those who wanted to rebuild the six reincarnations. But he couldn't deny the relationship between him and the ugly ghost.

"It's a long story. They are all losers on the road of cultivation."

The old Taoist sighed and told a secret that only belonged to hell.

"How good is the human world!"

He sighed.

"All living beings in the world can practice cultivation. Even if they fail to break through the barriers, there will not be any serious consequences. At most, they will stop at the current realm, and they will have endless years to live and enjoy all the blessings of the world."

"But hell can't do that."

"It looks like a fairyland, but it is ultimately a place of exile."

"It can become what it is today, all thanks to the gods of the Pantheon who smashed the six reincarnations and separated hell from the six reincarnations."

"Without those evil ghosts, it took countless years and countless hell creatures to finally become what it is today."

"But even if it becomes like this now, there are still many problems."

"For example, after a living being has practiced to a certain realm, once it fails to break through the barriers, all kinds of ominous events will happen to it."

"The most tragic result is death."

The old Taoist looked at Bai Muye and others: "The best result... is to look like my descendants, Completely transformed into a non-human, and then the temperament becomes more and more strange, and finally close to the most primitive beast. "

"So do you understand why the creatures of hell don't want the six reincarnations to appear?"

"Without the six reincarnations, at most they will become like my descendants, but at least they can continue to practice."

"As long as you continue to hone your mind and make your own Tao realm perfect, one day you will have the opportunity to restore your human body and step into a higher realm at the same time."

"But once the six reincarnations are rebuilt, hell will become one of the six..."

The old Taoist sighed: "Faced with the endless evil spirits pouring in again, hell will become a real hell again!"

"But we don't want this! We hope there are no evil spirits in hell!"

"Who doesn't want their home to be a happy, peaceful and quiet place?"

"If it were you, you would make the same choice as us... defend your home desperately, right?"

Everyone was silent.

If what the old Taoist said was true, then the hatred of the creatures of hell for those who rebuilt the six reincarnations was indeed understandable.

Even if the two sides fight to the death, it can only be said that fate is playing tricks on people.

From their respective standpoints, no one is wrong.

"I saw your six reincarnation models and knew that I had wrongly accused you, but we also received the punishment we deserved. Look, the fallen archangel was killed by you..."

Speaking of this, the old Taoist couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Back then, a Buddha once said that one day, the fallen archangel would die a violent death. But at that time, no one believed it. Now that I think about it, it is true."

He looked at Xiaobai and said, "If you believe me, let them all stay in hell. The hell curse among them is not particularly strong. As long as there is a drop of fortune liquid, it should be solved."

"So simple?" Bai Muye looked at him: "I have it."

"No!"

"No!"

"You can't do this!"

"I don't agree!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wenjun, Caiyi and others spoke directly.

Zijin said with a strange look on his face: "I also have fortune liquid, why am I also cursed?"

"I have it too!" Wenjun said on the side.

The old Taoist looked at Zijin: "You don't have enough, and you don't have any defense."

He looked at Wenjun again: "You plundered from others, you didn't refine it cleanly enough, and you are all the same, without any defense."

He said, looking at Bai Muye and said: "In fact, the curse power prepared for you is the strongest!"

"Xiaoxiang?" Bai Muye asked.

What the hell is Xiaoxiang?

The old Taoist looked at a question mark.

Wenjun, Zijin and others twitched their lips slightly.

Xiaobai is a bad guy!

"Are you talking about my descendant? Yes, it's him. We spared no effort to prevent this from happening. Although I, the Taoist, have lost a younger generation, the whole hell will remember him and thank him!"

The old Taoist said as if it was a matter of course.

Well, this is someone else's theory. Although it sounds cold-blooded, it is not convenient for others to make any comments on it.

The old Taoist sighed and said, "But I didn't expect that you avoided this disaster by accident, but now it seems to be a good thing."

As he said that, he sincerely invited Bai Muye again: "Join hell! As long as you are willing to join, I promise to convince the dragon to make you one of the three great priests of hell! From now on, you will be the top..."

As he was speaking, a shocking dragon roar suddenly came from the end of the distant ocean.

A huge black dragon came on the cloud.

In an instant, he came close to the crowd and turned into an old man in black. His eyes were like lightning, sweeping across the faces of the group of people.

Then his eyes fell on the old Taoist priest, and he asked with a strange expression: "Six Heavenly Thunders... What have you done to be hated? You were struck by thunder?"

The old Taoist priest wanted to remind him, but when he heard this, he immediately said with a smile: "Old Dragon, take a closer look, who are they?"

"The group of people who want to restart the six reincarnations?" The black dragon, who turned into an old man in black, looked at Bai Muye with his eyes and said in a grim tone: "You killed the fallen archangel? You are so bold! I don't have the good temper of this old Taoist priest. None of you can think about it today... Hey? Eh? You you you... You are not that..."

Crack!

A thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck the old man in black on his head.

The old man in black roared, and a giant dragon shadow roared at the thunderbolt.

But it was useless.

The old man in black was struck by lightning and his whole body was charred.

It was already black, and now it was even darker.

Like a piece of charcoal.

The old man in black stood there, his face full of questions - who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?

Then, he began to try to stop the curiosity deep in his heart and didn't want to look at the remaining people.

There were a total of six strangers here. Six thunders just struck down. Doesn't it mean that the origins of these people are extremely amazing... Even thinking about those names in your heart will be struck by thunder?

But if you can hold back, there will be no such saying as curiosity kills the cat.

He couldn't hold back and glanced at Lin Zijin.

He was stunned.

Crack!

A thunder struck him.

This time, he didn't even resist.

His mouth opened and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He looked at Wenjun again, frowned slightly at first, and then showed a look of shock.

Crack!

Another thunder.

This time, in addition to a mouthful of blood, there was also black smoke coming out of his seven orifices.

Damn it!

He turned his head and looked at the old Taoist priest who was gloating beside him.

"You tricked me!"

"I didn't." The old Taoist priest said seriously, "Really not!"

The old man in black looked at Caiyi, Siyin and Shan Gu as if he didn't believe in evil.

A moment later, a black dragon more than ten feet long lay on its belly, cursing weakly-

"The stupid bird in the Pantheon, and those people are all idiots?"

"They all did it on purpose, right? They just want to trick us, right?"

"The fallen archangel died unjustly... It really fulfilled what the Buddha said back then, he will die a violent death..."

Such a big dragon was struck by lightning and revealed its true form, and was also seriously injured.

It looked extremely miserable.

At this time, a large number of creatures were rushing over from all directions.

Twelve thunders!

This is too unusual!

In the entire hell, such a strange thing has never happened since ancient times.

Almost all the top beings in hell were alarmed.

"Get out!"

The black dragon, who was lying there weakly just now, suddenly sent out a wave of divine thoughts... Well, it can't be called a wave anymore. To be precise, it is a storm of divine thoughts!

In all directions, completely indiscriminate.

The group of hell creatures who rushed over excitedly suddenly fell into the sea like dumplings.

Then they climbed up from the sea with confused faces and looked at the direction of the island innocently.

Don't understand why the black dragon high priest is so angry?

What happened?

"Get out!" The old Taoist glanced at himself who was covered in black, and couldn't help but send out a storm of divine thoughts.

The group of hell creatures who were confused just now were scattered like birds and beasts.

They were all scared to death!

What day is today?

Why is this ancestor here too?

Thinking about the twelve thunderbolts again... countless creatures in hell felt that they understood!

Have these two... finally taken action against the fallen archangel?

For eternity, countless creatures in hell have been speculating when the fallen archangel will die.

The odds alone have been opened many times.

But he just won't die!

As a result, the odds on when the fallen archangel will die are getting more and more outrageous!

"Could it be... that the other two high priests also bet on his death?" A creature in hell speculated while fleeing.

"It must be like this!"

"That's it!"

"So cruel!"

"It's a pity that I didn't see that scene, what a pity!"

"I hope to see the battle scene reappear in the future, it will definitely be exciting."

"Forget it, forget it, go home and watch the show with my wife, it's almost the end!"

"Yes, yes, are you also watching the Black Dragon Legend? Hehe, the Black Dragon High Priest is so shameless, he describes himself as so great, bright and correct..."

"Speak softly, aren't you afraid that the Black Dragon High Priest will kill you?"

A group of hell creatures, chatting and talking directly went off topic.

Bai Muye, who eavesdropped on the conversation of this group of hell creatures with his mental power, was speechless.

What is going on?

Is this hell?

Half an hour later.

The Black Dragon High Priest, who turned into an old man in black, looked at the six reincarnation models in the void with an unbelievable look on his face. His mouth twitched, and he suddenly said angrily: "Doesn't this mean that we were fooled by that bird?"

The old Taoist curled his lips: "Indeed."

"Damn it, if it dares to come again next time, I will tear it apart with my own hands!" The old man in black said angrily.

"Come on, it will definitely not dare to come again." The old Taoist said.

The old man in black looked at Bai Muye, and then said apologetically: "The curse of hell cannot be solved. This matter... It is indeed our fault for you. Any creature cursed by hell cannot leave hell for too long, otherwise it will be eroded by the curse... Even for us, there is no way to solve this matter."

"No, there is still a way." The old Taoist glanced at the black dragon: "The liquid of creation can solve it."

"That thing takes a billion years to form a drop, and it is impossible for people without great luck to get it. Even if we can get out of hell and stay there, what's the use ? In these eternity, have you not tried it, or have I not tried it? "The old man in black looked at the old Taoist priest: "So what you said is the same as not saying anything!"

"There was no such opportunity in the past, but there is still one now." The old Taoist priest said: "With the strength of this group of people, the gods in the Pantheon are no longer their opponents. As long as we can kill the great gods in the Pantheon, it should not be a problem to get some fortune liquid."

The Black Dragon High Priest narrowed his eyes and thought for a while: "It is true, but..."

But what, it paused and did not continue to say.

Instead, it changed the subject and looked at Bai Muye and others and said: "Since this old Taoist said this method is possible, then it must be possible!"

Haha.

Bai Muye sneered in his heart, but nodded calmly on his face.

The old Taoist priest said, "If you trust us, let them stay here temporarily. Here, they will not only not encounter any disasters, but also improve themselves!"

Bai Muye glanced at him and said, "We don't plan to stay in hell."

The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then thought of the fallen archangel who had just died, and he had some enlightenment in his heart, so he did not continue to speak to keep them, but nodded and said, "Since the matter has been made public, the grudge between us is also a misunderstanding. We have caused you a lot of trouble, but the fallen high priest has also paid with his life. This matter... Can we even it out?"

The Black Dragon High Priest said, "Yes, from now on, we will not interfere with each other."

Bai Muye smiled and nodded, "Okay, no problem."

"Well, in that case, would you please honor us by coming to my humble abode for a chat? I'll ask them to prepare some light wine and vegetarian dishes, and we can have a few drinks? It's like a fight, no acquaintance!" The old Taoist said sincerely.

Bai Muye shook his head: "I appreciate your kindness, but I'm anxious, so I won't stay here for long."

The old Taoist sighed with regret: "Okay, but if we have the chance to come again in the future, we must have a few more drinks!"

The Black Dragon High Priest also said: "That's right, by then, everyone will not leave until they are drunk!"

Bai Muye smiled: "That's right!"