I Have a City in a Different World

|||-\u003e-\u003eHaotian plane, small world.

The Demon Slayers that once controlled the world have now become history and disappeared from the entire world.

As a means for the indigenous gods to control the human world, the demon-subduing troops were heavily cleaned, and almost no fish slipped through the net.

Anyone who believes in the six major gods should either believe in the god of justice or be directly cleaned up.

For these demon cultivators, the Temple of Justice will never be soft-hearted.

Compared to ordinary believers, demon cultivators are more dangerous, after all, they possess extraordinary power.

However, the world has changed. The Demon Slayer cultivator, who originally relied on his powerful strength to frighten the world, is not the opponent of the Loucheng cultivator at all. Every time he fights, he is killed with blood.

Therefore, even though some were unwilling, the vast majority of demon cultivators finally chose to convert to the God of Justice.

This is actually not too difficult to accept. The main god who chooses to believe in is originally the freedom of the demon cultivator.

But most of the time, they will be influenced by the people around them and spontaneously form a group.

Now that the god of justice is the master, it is equivalent to making a new choice. After the six major gods have turned their backs on the believers, it seems that the choice is no longer so difficult.

When believers are in the most critical time, they cannot get any help. What is the use of such spiritual beliefs?

According to the Temple of Justice, the six main gods first shamelessly attacked the God of Justice, and then turned their backs on all believers.

The purpose of this is to destroy the whole world and start a new era.

This kind of behavior is not worthy of being called a righteous god, and it is an object that must be eliminated. If it is allowed to continue to exist, the entire world will fall into the end.

At the same time, the Temple of Justice declared that the six main gods and thieves are immortal, and they are likely to make a comeback and destroy the world.

Under the unremitting propaganda of the Temple of Justice, the believers of the God of Justice became more and more convinced of this statement, hated the six major gods to the core, and regarded them as evil gods.

Those believers who were forced to change their beliefs also became more and more doubtful in their hearts, suspecting that what the Temple of Justice said was the truth.

Otherwise, why have the six main gods never responded so far?

But in the dark, there are still many believers who believe in the existence of the six major gods. They try various methods to try to get the response of the six major gods.

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There are more than a dozen thatched cottages hidden in the secluded valley.

Under a few large trees, a platform made of gravel and logs was filled with various tributes.

The tribute is somewhat bloody, and it is clearly human body organs, which are placed in various containers.

There are six stone slabs erected on the altar, on which the symbols of the six main gods are outlined with blood, and there are a series of small runes beside them.

Dozens of men and women in black robes are now kneeling in front of the altar, chanting words constantly.

The tone of the scriptures was strange, with a special rhythm, and the air kept vibrating with it.

Unconsciously, the blood-colored runes on the slate began to appear brightly, and at the same time, strands of black air floated from the sacrifice.

Seeing this scene, the white-haired bishop at the front shivered with excitement. He began to recite the scriptures aloud, and at the same time kept kneeling before the altar in front of him.

Seeing this, the male and female believers in the back were so excited that tears filled their eyes, as if a lifelong dream had finally come true.

After waiting for so long and paying so much hard work, the gods finally responded.

Unconsciously, the blood-colored runes on the slate became brighter and brighter, and more and more black gas came out of the sacrifice.

A black spot suddenly appeared above the altar, sucking all the black gas into it, and then continuously expanding.

It didn't take long for the offerings on the table to turn to ashes, and after losing the supply of black energy, the fist-sized vortex no longer continued to expand.

Seeing this, the white-haired bishop immediately shouted anxiously: "Hurry up, hurry up to the sacrifice, otherwise the God Realm channel cannot be opened!"

The male and female believers below looked at each other, but felt a little embarrassed. They had killed all the villagers they had secretly caught. Where can they find living people as sacrifices?

Seeing the hesitant men and women, a flash of madness flashed in the eyes of the white-haired bishop. He suddenly pulled out a pistol, aimed at the brows of the believers behind him and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The crisp gunshots awakened the hesitant crowd. They looked at the white-haired bishop with a ferocious and twisted expression, as if they were looking at a devil.

Just as they were shocked, the white-haired Bishop's revolver kept spewing flames, and all five bullets were fired.

The five believers fell to the ground with shock and despair on their faces. They didn't expect to lose their lives like this.

"Hurry up and throw the sacrifice up, don't hesitate, or you will miss the opportunity!"

Hearing the roar of the white-haired bishop, the shocked believers immediately recovered and moved all the five corpses to the altar.

Black gas continued to emerge from the five corpses, and just like at the beginning, they were sucked into the slowly expanding vortex.

However, the absorption speed of the vortex is obviously several times faster.

It didn't take long for the vortex to become the size of a human head, but the five corpses on the altar had turned to ashes.

"The sacrifices are not enough, hurry up and continue, this is our only opportunity, and we must not miss it no matter what!"

The white-haired bishop widened his eyes and turned back to roar at the crowd again, only to see faces full of fear.

Although they are mad believers, they are not willing to lose their lives in vain, just because they still have to follow the gods to fight and get the gift to enter the kingdom of God.

It is definitely not like now, after being killed as a sacrifice, it feels like garbage.

"What are you doing? Are you shrinking back out of fear? How can you be so weak as a servant of the gods!"

While the white-haired bishop shouted, he drew a short sword from his waist and slashed towards the believers beside him.

Seeing the white-haired bishop who was as strong as a wind demon, the believers ducked aside, for fear of being slashed to death by the bishop's sword.

Others drew their weapons and looked around vigilantly, for fear of being attacked by their companions.

At this moment, a gunshot was heard, and a male believer was shot in the chest, looking at his girlfriend in disbelief.

The female believer held the pistol with trembling hands, her eyes flashed with distorted madness, and at the same time she shouted in a sharp voice: "Don't blame me, you sacrificed for the return of the gods to the world, I just helped you realize your wish. "

The male figure slumped to the ground, with black air constantly coming out of his body, looking at his girlfriend who was justifying his actions, his expression twisted and desperate.

"puff!"

A sharp dagger suddenly slashed across the female believer's neck, and bright red blood splashed everywhere.

The female believer's eyes widened, and before dying, she kept pulling the trigger, and bullets kept shooting at the panicked believers next to her.

After the last bullet was fired, the female believer tried to reach out to grab her boyfriend, but she saw an indescribable indifference in his sloppy eyes.

"Ha ha……"

From the mouth and eyes of the female believer, pitch-black viscous smoke like asphalt flew out, continuously entering the vortex, and she quickly turned into a skeleton.

The volume of the vortex is still expanding rapidly.

The white-haired bishop has gone crazy, constantly slashing the believers with a short sword, surrounded by blood and corpses.

"Even if we all die, it's not enough to absorb the vortex. It's best to get it to a place with a lot of people, so that the passage to the kingdom of God can really be opened!"

Seeing the white-haired bishop rushing towards him, a believer roared loudly while constantly dodging backwards.

The white-haired bishop was stunned for a moment. He looked at the corpse with black gas on the ground, and then at the believers fleeing everywhere.

"You're right, you really need to find a place with a lot of people!"

The white-haired bishop suddenly realized, turned and rushed towards the whirlpool, then reached out and grabbed it.

The moment he touched the whirlpool, his arms and shoulders withered quickly, turning into mummified corpses.

Black gas emanated from the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, which was continuously absorbed by the vortex, and the whole person became like a ghost.

The white-haired bishop didn't care, he let out a hideous laugh, shouted the names of the six main gods, and then flew off the ground and headed straight for the city ahead.