Edge of Pure Land Chapter 175

Chapter 175 When the fake **** meets Shaojun

“Pray for grace!”

Arthur led Aaron and Raul to perform the ceremony diligently. In fact, these three people did not have substantial authority, but when they prayed devoutly, the gods could also sense the will of the believers, so it did not count. It's all pretense.

The real core of this ceremony is still Chen Jing as a young lady, but she raised her very deep and quiet eyes, with a rare trace of confusion in her eyes.

The old men who climbed down from the stretchers were still kneeling in the center of the alchemy matrix, stretching out their withered hands and kowtowing heavily. They probably felt that their piety had not moved the gods, and they were not aware of the cracked vertical stone in the darkness. The pupils have been closed.

“Where is the blessing?”

Some people have realized something is wrong and made a dying sound.

“The gods must be able to sense our piety.”

Some people said hoarsely: "Keep praying!"

There was also an old man who pretended to understand: "Yes, the system of the gods' curse has developed into a part of the natural law. As long as the reincarnation ceremony is held, and then the matrix is reversed to perform the creation ceremony, you will definitely be able to obtain A blessing from the gods.”

Lu Fuji watched silently, suppressing a smile.

Pinching his own thigh desperately.

Looking at this group of people dancing like fools, they dance like crazy.

Little did they know that God's gift had already been intercepted by others.

This feeling is like you dug up the treasure according to the guidance of the treasure map in advance, and then filled the hole again. But unexpectedly, another group of people came over with a treasure map. Under your watch, they dug towards the place you had already raided for three days and three nights.

While digging, he shouted: "Hey, this treasure is buried quite deep!"

I didn't even consider that the treasure had been intercepted.

Those old dead people kowtowed crazily like pile drivers, and even their foreheads bled when they kowtowed. They were not really stupid, but felt the operation of the alchemy matrix, and could even really sense it. That immortal power.

close at hand.

The closer people get to success, the crazier they become.

It is impossible to get them to stop at this time.

Especially, their lives are measured in seconds.

Lu Fuji just watched them grabbing the ground with their heads, the vitality in his body draining away little by little, and then he shouted loudly amidst the violent collisions.

Then, their heads hit the ground hard.

Hit to death.

Until death, God's blessing did not come down.

The killers were stunned.

Lu Fuji also fell into silence, because he could feel that there was a huge force stuck between the two dimensions.

A bold idea vaguely emerged in his mind.

Perhaps we can use this power to perform another creation ceremony.

But now he apparently had no one to heal or resurrect.

“The ceremony failed?”

Arthur turned and looked at the red-haired girl in the palace: "What's going on?"

Chen Jing shook his head silently, saying that he didn't know either.

There was unprecedented confusion in her eyes.

She has held this ceremony many times.

This has never happened before!

“Is it because we are not pious enough?”

Aaron said suspiciously: "Or are the sacrifices not enough?"

"How is it possible? When we held ceremonies in the past, everything went smoothly. What happened now? After all, these old men were all the former subordinates of the previous monarch..." Raul realized that the matter was very difficult and turned to look at those in suits and ties. The killers looked hesitantly.

Boom!

The void shook.

Chen Jing snorted, and a trace of blood spilled from his lips.

Arthur and the others were even shocked to the point of bleeding from their orifices.

“The gods are angry…”

Looking at this scene, Lu Fuji's heartbeat quickened.

Feels a little guilty.

This is so special.

Could it be that Long Ling sensed something was wrong?

But I don't know what exactly happened.

In the end, you took your anger out on the believers?

When these assassins from the Tower of Babel saw this, they all showed sad expressions. They immediately rushed forward, hugged the corpses of the old people, and cried in their arms.

Some people call themselves father.

Some people shouted that they were uncles.

Some people also call "grandfather".

When Arthur saw this, he even stepped forward to express his condolences.

Aaron and Raul took out their mobile phones and asked people to come over and prepare for the funeral.

Obviously, the descendants of these fraternities attach great importance to these men in suits.

Lu Fuji vaguely understood.

These men in suits and ties are here to monitor these four people.

They represent the Tower of Babel.

The descendants of the four brotherhoods joined the company midway. In fact, if it had not been for the existence of Shaojun among them, they might have been abandoned as abandoned sons.

No wonder Arthur and the others value Chen Jing so much.

Ten minutes later, Arthur and the others had recovered from the wrath of the gods. Everyone looked frightened, and their pale faces seemed to have escaped from hell.

Even Chen Jing's expression was full of fear.

The eyes are tired and pale.

“Why don't you cry?”

Arthur wiped a handful of blood and suddenly looked over.

Aaron and Raul also raised their faces covered with blood, with confused looks that seemed to say: "Aren't you sad that an elder in your family has died?"

Lu Fuji is indeed sad.

I was so sad that my lips almost grinned from ear to ear.

So he rushed up and lay down on a corpse casually.

Begone into tears.

Arthur looked at this unfamiliar young man, frowned and lowered his voice: "The people at the Tower of Babel seem to be getting more and more worried about us. The people sent to monitor us are getting more and more senior. High. This time, someone from the Third Victory Realm is here, and his level of ghost skills is not low, and his base level is also a level of virtual reality! This level is already considered a genius in the Tower of Babel.”

"What can we do? Those people have gone crazy. Miss Chen Jing is not enough. They even want to create more Shaojun through experiments!"

Aaron shook his head: "How is that possible?"

"After all, just a young gentleman is not efficient enough to perform rituals, and gods require a lot of energy. We are relying on others now, and there is no other way." Raul whispered: "Fortunately, Miss Chen Jing has a backer."

They looked back at the red-haired girl behind them.

The eyes speak for themselves.

Chen Jing showed a hint of displeasure and snorted coldly.

She wiped the blood from her lips and took a deep breath.

“Everyone, please have your condolences.”

She stood up with a cold face, a coldness in the corners of her eyes and brows, and lifted a strand of hair by her ears. Such an inadvertent movement had a charm that could confuse all living beings.

The killers of the Tower of Babel forcibly suppressed their sadness and stood up and said: "I'm sorry, Miss Chen Jing. The world thinks that we heretics are unscrupulous, but in fact this is not the case. We are the most loyal to the previous monarch Constantine His followers, whose ancestors had received great kindness from him, later died at the hands of traitors... We cannot sit idly by and watch.”

"We have been listening to our ancestors since we were young about the glorious deeds of conquering the land of death with the previous monarchs, and we have longed for it. Our ancestors once said that this is a great cause, and they want to return the truth to the world and uncover the truth. Thousands of years of conspiracies and deceptions require the efforts of generations of people. They have practiced ghost skills and left their bodies riddled with holes. In fact, they are summarizing their experience for us descendants. Paving the way. Unfortunately, we didn't live up to the expectations.”

They bowed slightly: "Is it because the Origin Curse of the sacrifice is not enough? If we also participate in the sacrifice, can we complete this ceremony?"

Chen Jing shook his head, raised his clear eyes, and said softly: "You don't have the Origin Spell on your body, so even if you participate in the ceremony, it is useless. I think there should be other reasons."

The killers were silent for a moment, and sighed sadly: "It's all thanks to our ancestors who have persisted for so many years."

　　Although I don't know why the ceremony went wrong, it is obviously not something small characters like them should worry about.

They just need to report things truthfully.

Lu Fuji was surprised. He didn't expect that the old men who were fighting for the land with their heads were so well-known. They only became like this because they practiced the ghost technique.

Well, those people were at least at the level of the Seventh Realm when they were at their peak.

　　When you get old, you will become useless.

"interesting."

This was his first in-depth contact with the Tower of Babel organization.

Although this organization is extremely unscrupulous, it seems quite normal.

Originally, he was thinking of a place like Arkham Asylum.

Thinking about it, a heretical organization can be active for decades. In addition to mastering the power of taboos to attract new blood to join, the most important thing is the belief they inherit. Otherwise, it will be impossible to gather people's hearts and work together for a great cause. .

The third generation of holy monarch Constantine was once the highest-ranking person in the world, so he fought all the way to the top, and his old subordinates should also be countless.

It is not surprising that an organization of this scale can be established.

I just don't know what kind of charisma Constantine has.

How can so many people be crazy about it?

"I understand that there is a big problem with this ceremony. This is my responsibility. I will take full responsibility and will not let you be punished by the top management." Chen Jing smiled, and there was a thrilling feeling in an instant. The aesthetic feeling is like thawing glaciers and gurgling streams.

The black sacrificial robe cannot hide the graceful and slim figure.

Exceptionally attractive.

The killers of the Tower of Babel quickly said: "No, no, no, how could it be your problem? You are a noble young gentleman, so there will definitely be no problem with you."

Lu Fuji found something strange, that is, these killers seemed to be obsessed with this woman, just like a single man who had been single for decades suddenly met his sweetheart.

　　I wish I could tell you the color of my underwear.

Including Lu Fuji, there is also a feeling of being ready to make a move.

Deep inside, an evil fire arose.

This woman has a problem!

In order to verify this guess, Lu Buer cleared his throat and said: "Yes, it is definitely not Miss Chen's problem. The origin curses on those believers are genuine. Perhaps our ancestors are not qualified and are not worthy of accepting the gods." Bless them. It's hard for Miss Chen to waste her efforts on them and have to bear the wrath of the gods.”

The meaning between the lines is that there is no problem with you.

It's all our ancestors who don't deserve it!

Originally, the killers should have been very angry when they heard these words, but at this moment, they did not even refute, and said quickly: "Yes, yes, our ancestors are not worthy!"

It can't be Ms. Chen's problem.

as expected.

These people have lost their minds!

Arthur and the others nodded with satisfaction.

Looking at Lu Fuji's eyes, he was particularly satisfied.

Get on the road!

“I understand, but the reason still needs to be investigated.”

Chen Jing turned around and left: "Please come with me."

Lu Buer mingled among the killers and followed them all the way.

The killers of the Tower of Babel seemed to have forgotten their duties, and their faces were flushed with excitement, because they found that they were about to go to the residence of Lord Shaojun, an exquisite wooden house located by the lake.

They have rapid breathing and rapid heartbeat.

It's like being charmed.

Lu Fuji walked at the end of the team. He randomly found someone and asked in a low voice: "Hey, what are you so excited about? Are you going to die?"

The killer glanced at him. In his excitement, he forgot to ask who this strange face was. He also lowered his voice and replied: "Can you not be excited? That is Miss Chen Jing, the distinguished young gentleman. Although Miss Lily and the others are here, They covet Shaojun's power, but they can't think of any way to steal or usurp this power for a while. "

"What's more, Miss Chen Jing is still a disciple favored by the Second Head of State. Even if her authority as a young master is put aside, her future is limitless!"

He whispered: "Get her favor and save fifty years of hard work!"

Lu Fuji looked thoughtful.

"Understood."

He asked casually: "Who is the second head of state?"

The killer looked at him as if he were a fool.

“The sister of the previous monarch!”

Lu Fuji suddenly realized that he must be quite young.

As expected, Chen Jing led them to a villa by the lake. Her black sacrificial robe fluttered in the evening breeze. She turned around and smiled sweetly: "Today's ceremony failed. If we just go back like this, everyone." You will inevitably be punished.”

She said softly: "It's better..."

As she finished speaking, delicate roses sprouted from her snow-white skin. The delicate petals were so richly red.

The killers of the Tower of Babel actually had delicate rose petals growing in their eyes, and their eyes became intoxicated, as if they were lost.

“Hmph, a bunch of idiots are worthy enough to spy on me?”

The smile on Chen Jing's lips disappeared, and she was seen holding her chest with both hands. She snorted angrily and ordered: "Remember, nothing happened tonight. The ceremony went smoothly. The Tower of Babel sent Those old guys who came here are still alive, because their numerology is seriously broken and it will take some time to cultivate, do you understand?"

The killers said numbly: "Understood."

Chen Jing pouted: "Go back."

Lu Buer mixed in with the killers and turned around together.

It's really strange. In fact, when he saw the rose petals emerging on the girl's skin, he also had the urge to worship under her pomegranate skirt, but he was not unable to restrain it.

And at that moment, he smelled something familiar.

Probably the same flavor as True Blood and Hidden Blood.

There is a high probability that Chen Jing has a sacred object on him!

"etc!"

Chen Jing suddenly said: "You, stop."

Lu Fuji felt a chill locking on him.

Chen Jing's red hair was messy in the evening breeze. A trace of playful emotion gradually appeared in her beautiful eyes. Her red lips opened slightly and said: "Good boy, turn around and let me see. I don't seem to see roses in your eyes." Flower...can you resist my crimson enchantress?”

Lu Fuji was suddenly embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)

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