Weird Taoism: I became a god in a strange world

Chapter 1023

Chi Tong only gave ten breaths of time.

The entire Witch King's Palace was already a river of blood.

The pig-headed weirdo who had rushed into it earlier was rampaging and killing countless people.

The Witch King's Palace, which was once high and mighty, has now become a hell on earth.

"Blasphemy!"

"I want to blaspheme! Hahaha..."

The pig-headed weirdo was eating and shouting with blood and flesh in his mouth.

His eyes bulged out.

They were already blood red.

This was a sign of alienation and collapse.

It was because he was thrown into this kind of fighting after being quickly raised to a higher level.

No matter what.

The purpose of this pig-headed weirdo has been achieved.

Let the follow-up things take their course.

The Red Moon Monk in the distance wanted to come to rescue but could not get rid of the entanglement of the Sword Spirit and Wuyan.

The situation now appeared that Lin Hun was standing alone in front of the Witch King's Palace.

"One breath, two breaths... seven breaths, eight breaths, nine breaths..."

Chi Tong counted without any emotion.

If more than ten breaths, the Witch King of Jishen Slope did not come out to meet Lin Hun, the Heavenly Witch King.

Everything here will be regarded as "rebels" and beheaded and eliminated.

It was almost ten breaths.

The main gate of the Witch King's palace opened with a bang.

More than twenty people on each side pushed open the very heavy door.

"Humph, dark clouds are pressing down on the city, and golden light is covering the top. It's a pity that you came out in ten breaths, otherwise I would rush in and kill."

"In the barbarian land, if you dare to disobey my master, you will only seek death!"

The skin bag showed a three-foot figure and stood beside Chi Tong.

The guy's eight-foot snake spear was trembling slightly, ready to kill at any time.

"Don't worry. Let's see the situation."

Chi Tong nodded and pressed down the skin bag that wanted to take action.

"Heaven... Lord Heavenly Witch King... I am Yun Yanhou..."

"I am suffering from a serious illness and am late... cough cough... Please forgive me, Lord Heavenly Witch King... cough cough..."

An old man with a bloated body was supported by a dozen women.

He walked out of the Witch King's palace with great effort.

He gasped and coughed every two steps.

Even his face was pale and blue.

He looked like a dying man.

This is... the Witch King of Jishen Slope.

He doesn't look like a great weird cultivator at all.

He is simply a useless person who has been drained of wine, sex, money and anger.

The Witch King named Yun Yanhou knelt down in front of Lin Hun with a plop.

His bloated body, like a small mountain, collapsed on the ground.

He was gasping for breath.

A large group of people knelt down behind him.

These people trembled with fear when they heard the death sounds coming from the spirit hall tower behind them.

Following closely behind Yun Yanhou.

"Yun Yanhou, do you know your crime?"

Lin Hun's voice rumbled.

The fat Yun Yanhou was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

After hearing this, he sweated all over.

He wanted to kowtow but couldn't because his body was too bloated.

He just stood there stiffly.

He gasped and said:

"Yun Yanhou knows his crime, Yun Yanhou knows his crime!"

The next moment.

Yun Yanhou's body froze just after he said he knew his crime.

He stood there in shock as if he was caught by something.

Then a hand stretched out from his belly.

With a tearing sound.

A sheep's face strangely emerged from Yun Yanhou's body.

Sheep's face, a pair of sheep's horns, and sheep's legs.

There is a pair of wings behind him, and two sheep faces that look like they are smiling but not smiling.

One side is black and the other side is white.

It looks like the common black sheep and white sheep.

Jigui Twelve

Wipe the blood off his body.

Look at Lin Hun provocatively.

The gutted Yun Yanhou over there is shrinking rapidly at this moment.

The originally huge and bloated body quickly becomes smaller.

Yun Yanhou took his last breath and looked at the strange sheep face in front of him.

His eyes seemed to understand many things at once.

Pointing at the strange man in front of him, he cursed with his last breath:

"Master Twelve... you you you... cough cough... It turns out that you have been parasitic in my body since I was in the blood pool..."

"That year... That year I was only twelve years old... cough cough, the most talented boy in the entire Jishenpo... I didn't expect... I had actually been used as a furnace by you..."

"Cough cough... It's pathetic... Heavenly Witch King, I thought everything I have now was obtained by relying on my evil talent..."

"Cough cough, it turns out that all this is... fake... I, Yan Hou, am just the shell of Master Jigui... ah..."

Yan Hou was unwilling to accept this.

He was discovered by the monks of Jishenpo as a genius who practiced tricks since he was a child.

He was selected from an ordinary family and raised in the Witch King's palace since he was a child..

Later, he entered the blood pool deep in Jishenpo and received personal instruction from the Jigui adults.

He stood out from the crowd and became a rare genius in the legendary Jishenpo in a century.

His cultivation speed was very fast.

And he was selected as the new generation of witch king.

After becoming the witch king, Yanhou didn't know why he began to stop making progress.

He only thought about having his own offspring with women.

Producing more and more offspring.

And Yanhou's headache became more and more serious.

Many times he would faint for several days because of headache.

Every time he woke up, the women around him would vaguely say that he had fainted for a short time.

Now think about it.

I don't have a headache at all.

I was controlled by the twelve adults in my body.

So my offspring are not my own, they are all the twelve adults!

It turns out that he had been parasitic on me when I was very young.

My life...

It's really too bitter.

No wonder, after I became the witch king, I didn't think about cultivation and only wanted to indulge in pleasure.

No wonder, after I became the witch king, my realm not only did not improve but also regressed to the level of a mortal.

It turned out that the 12th master in my body wanted to use my body to experience this world.

When I was young, I heard that the 12th master was the most lustful among the 13 blood coffins above.

I didn't expect everything to be true.

The bodies of the parasites are special. Once they leave the blood coffin.

They must parasitize in the bodies of humans or other creatures.

This 12th master actually chose the furnace long ago.

Poor Yanhou didn't understand it until he died.

This life is lived in vain.

Yanhou's consciousness gradually blurred and finally died of excessive blood loss.

The 12th master who just came out grabbed behind him.

He grabbed more than a dozen people from behind and ate them slowly.

"After eating these blood food, I finally returned to my prime."

"Hey, you human are really courting death. Why do you come to Jishenpo to die when you can just leave the Heavenly Witch King to play by yourself?"

"Jishenpo, is it something you witch kings can get involved in?"

"Hasn't it been like this in the Savage Land for hundreds of years? When did a guy like you who doesn't know the height of the world come out?"

Jishenpo 12 finished eating the blood food.

Looking at Lin Hun.

Jishenpo 13Jishenpo has been self-isolating in Jishenpo for many years.

I don't know what's happening in the outside world.

Of course, I don't know who Lin Hun is or what he has done.