Return of the Divine Emperor

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"Did something happen?"

The skeletal messenger frowned.

Although the people of the Qilian tribe usually respect him, they are rarely like those of today. People from the entire tribe ran out to meet him.

"Miss ... Miss, the big deal is bad, Mo ... Mo Yanyu took in a foreigner more than ten days ago."

"This alien is brutal. He killed the patriarchs and the golden swallows with a single word. Even the altar in the tribe center was destroyed by him!"

"And ... And, this alien, also ... scolded a word of great disrespect to Huang Daxian!"

"He ... he said, what **** Wong Tai Sin is just a weasel who has become a fine!"

"What?" After hearing this, the thin-skinned messenger instantly became drowsy.

With a bang, the messenger soared to the sky and flew towards the center of the altar.

The messenger's mood was not just angry, but also shocked.

With Qilian Mountain as the center and within a radius of thousands of miles, it is the territory of Huang Daxian.

Within this mile, Huang Daxian is a god-like being.

This outsider can find that Wong Tai Sin is a weasel, and there are only two possibilities.

One is that he came from the same level of power as Huang Daxian, and knew the details of Huang Daxian in advance.

Another possibility is that the outsider concluded that Wong Tai Sin was a weasel through clues.

But either of these two possibilities.

This alien must be killed.

Wong Tai Sin has been shaped into a **** in this land.

God cannot be questioned.

Otherwise, the hundreds of tribal people supported by Huang Daxian would lose his value.

Re-support so many tribes.

Wong Tai Sin has no such patience.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

As the thin-skinned messenger flew to the tribe center, Yun Qingyan's voice rang in his ear.

"Show me the body!"

Yun Qingyan was suspended above the tiankeng after the altar was transformed.

As soon as his voice fell, a force of five elements swept out.

"what……"

The messenger in the air screamed, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, the figure turned into an adult tiger weasel, with a tail alone, more than ten meters long.

Mountain people on the ground in the distance.

All saw the weasel transformed into a messenger.

Each one couldn't help but stare wide, and looked at the weasel in shock, "This ... this is a weasel? God, how can there be such a big weasel?"

"Should ... shouldn't it really be said by outsiders, Huang ... Huang Daxian is a weasel, right?"

"It's very possible, otherwise, Huang ... Huang Daxian's messenger, how could he become a weasel?"

Hearing is true, seeing is true.

After seeing the thin-skinned messenger, he became a weasel alive.

The mountain people of the Qilian Tribe were all shocked.

I just felt that the idea had collapsed. They worshiped Huang Daxian, who didn't know how many years, but the monster changed.

"Wind blows!"

She became a messenger of the weasel, yelling loudly, and a hurricane swept across Yun Qingyan.

"That ... that's the messenger, the fairy method often used, this ... this weasel is really the messenger!"

See the hurricane formed by the power of the wind.

The mountain people became more certain that this weasel was a messenger of thin bones.

"Xianfa?"

When Yun Qingyan heard the exclamation of the mountain people in the distance, he could not help but disdain.

Yun Qingyan flicked his fingers and a force of five elements stirred up.

With a rumble, the hurricane was destroyed.

With a snorting sound, he chopped off the weasel's tail.

"A believer in Wong Tai Sin, use your blood to save your faith!"

Weasel realized that Yun Qingyan wasn't able to resist at all.

Shouted suddenly.

"This puppet is not a human, but a demon ran out of hell, an evil hex. This messenger is now turned into a weasel by hex!"

"To crack his black art, you can only use your blood to purify!"

"Cults, it's time to give your faith!"

"As long as you die to maintain your faith, your soul will return to Huang Daxian's arms after death, and enjoy the protection of Huang Daxian from now on!"

Weasel's words.

Suddenly, the mountain people who originally questioned Huang Daxian appeared hesitant.

After a few breaths.

There were more than a hundred, Huang Daxian's firm believers, all of a sudden yelling, "We are willing to give our lives to Huang Daxian!"

"Long live Wong Tai Sin!"

After these people spoke, they suddenly wiped their necks with a dagger.

Yun Qingyan saw this.

His expression couldn't help but stagnate, and an unbelievable color appeared, "I really have brain damage, so I gave up my life so easily?"

As the Emperor.

I have never seen anything weird.

But this strange thing, he really saw it for the first time.

"Humans, let the messenger go, and obediently catch it ... otherwise, I will let the entire Qilian tribe die at their own discretion!"

Just then, a weasel threatening sound was heard in Yun Qingyan's ear.

"You use this brain-impaired life to force me to submit?"

Yun Qingyan had an incredible look, and looked at the weasel with a more incredible look.

Yun Qingyan hated the threat of others most.

But this time, he was threatened, not only not a little bit angry, but even forced to laugh.

"Let me see how many brain disabled people are willing to die for Huang Daxian!"

When Yun Qingyan spoke, the figure flew towards the sky, and the next moment, he stepped on the weasel.

It is worth mentioning that Yun Qingyan only stepped on the weasel and did not imprison him.

"Cults, this demon is too powerful. The blood of more than a hundred people is not enough to suppress him!"

"Your chance to dedicate yourself to Wong Tai Sin!"

"After you die, your soul will return to Huang Daxian's arms!"

"Follow me, believers!"

The weasel went on to confuse the crowd.

In his opinion, human beings are hypocritical creatures with soft hearts.

As long as enough people are dead, Yun Qingyan will surely be submissive.

Therefore, he can only continue to deceive the public.

Only by the way that the demon confuses the public can he survive.

Grunt!

Grunt!

Grunt!

...

Two or three minutes passed, and more than 400 people have died for Huang Daxian.

Before death, everyone shouted: Long live Huang Daxian.

Yun Qingyan glanced over the remaining 700 mountain people and said quietly, "Is anyone willing to sacrifice for Huang Daxian?"

silence.

The remaining 700 people were silent.

Some of them are afraid of death. Although they are superstitious about Huang Daxian, they have not yet reached the stage of giving up their lives.

Others have seen the spoiltness in it.

If Huang Daxian is so powerful ...