I Have a City in a Different World

I have a city in another world 3048 Author Han Mubai Full text 2643 words

In today's arena, there are not only a group of deformed audiences, but also performers. But in the eyes of the devil, these are far from enough. He has been suppressed and sealed for a long time, and he has accumulated too much anger in his heart, and he is eager to vent it now. I saw the head made of smoke, turning around in the death arena, and falling on a duelist. "You idiot, every time you die, the way you die is different. Are you deliberately experiencing different ways of dying? Since your hobby is so special, I must satisfy it and let you experience these ways of dying for tens of thousands of times. Time!" As soon as the voice of the magic god fell, a group of red-haired monsters with mutilated bodies rushed over and arrested a cultivator. But in the blink of an eye, they moved to the sea of ​​magma and fire, on a newly-appeared scorching open space. Unlike the group of red-haired monsters who kept beheading, when these red-haired monsters attacked, they were all the means when they were beheaded. Some were pierced through the heart by sharp weapons, some were directly cut in the waist, and some were pierced through their stomachs. Every way of dying is reproduced on the duelist, and under the stimulation of dozens of times of pain, it is simply a purgatory-like torture. All duelists already understood what the devil's plan was, but it was precisely because of this that they shivered with fear. Because they died in the arena I don't know how many times, for fear that those cruel injuries would be re-inflicted on themselves. Especially the punishment of double the pain, just think for a moment, you will know what a terrible torture it is. If you don't believe me, just look at the two duelists and hear their wailing voices to know what it feels like. For fear of suffering this kind of pain, the duelists chose to flee without hesitation, or simply commit suicide with a knife. The only way to avoid suffering is death. However, under the supervision of the Demon God, the duelists' cleverness had no chance at all. "I don't allow you to die, then no one can die!" The voice of the devil sounded, with an indescribable gloom and uncontrollable pride. At the same time as these words were said, those duelists who were trying to escape from suicide immediately fell into a state of paralysis. Countless red-haired monsters rushed over again. They lifted the collapsed duelist and entered the center of the arena one after another. Pieces of the circular field surrounded by flames appeared one after another, and began to stage a bloody beheading scene. The duelists who had collapsed, the red-haired monsters that had been turned into by their own corpses, were beheaded by various methods one after another. I want to get rid of the pain, but I can't. The big-headed monster in the stands was very excited, it kept swaying and turning, making curses and cheers. The arena was extremely lively, and the demons laughed happily. "Enjoy it, be happy, and let you bastards disgusting me again!" The devil cursed loudly, while his eyes swept across the arena, wanting to appreciate his masterpiece. Then he saw that in the sea of ​​magma and fire, there was a special island. On this isolated island, a group of duelists gathered unexpectedly, shrinking their heads to avoid the devil's gaze. Apparently they were praying that the Demon God didn't find himself and was able to escape this catastrophe. When the Demon God's eyes fell on him and felt the cold and ruthless feeling, the duelists completely extinguished their fantasies. "I'm going to die!" While speaking, a duelist raised a dagger and wiped it fiercely towards his neck. As long as the suicide is successful, he can escape the disaster. He has never been like this before, hoping that he can die quickly. But as expected, the feeling of the icy blade cutting the throat did not appear, and there was also a problem with the dagger in his hand. It became soft and floppy, like a mass of mud. He looked down and saw that the dagger was no longer a dagger, but drooped softly. "I must die today!" The duelist shouted, snatched the broadsword from an accomplice beside him, and slashed towards his forehead. Just listen to the big knife "snap", it rots like rotten wood, and it is scattered all over the ground. "Ah..." Seeing this, the duelist screamed in despair and rushed towards the magma in front of him.

"Please, let me die!" He prayed loudly, jumped without hesitation, and fell into the sea of ​​lava fire. Feeling the scorching temperature, a happy smile appeared on the duelist's face. He could finally die... But in the next second, his face hit the ground, and all his teeth fell out. "Uh... ho ho ho..." The duelist didn't get up, he just pouted his butt on the ground, and let out a desperate wailing and wry smile. He already knew very well that without the permission of the Demon God, he would not be able to die at all. Suffering purgatory-like torture is already an unavoidable thing. When the other duelists saw this, they didn't find it funny at all, on the contrary, they were even more sad and frightened. They also want to try to escape by suicide, but what just happened has proved that this is just wishful thinking. His current destiny is already in the hands of the Demon God, even if he wants to die, he can't do it. "You idiots, I've already told you that none of you will die until you get my permission!" The Demon God let out a smug laugh, and at the same time stretched out his hand, countless red-haired monsters swarmed over . They rushed to the paralyzed duelists, dragged them to the field surrounded by flames, and continued the killing show. The duelists screamed desperately, but they couldn't get rid of it at all, and they could only die in agony. "Hahaha, you idiots, now you know you regret it? I want you to regret breaking down every minute and every second, but you can't find relief! You don't cherish life so much, and you have been disgusting for so long, this is what you deserve. Punishment!" The Demon God's voice echoed in the air, making the duelists who were lucky enough to fall into despair. As soon as he said this, the Demon God widened his eyes and looked at the area in the center of the isolated island. There are metal pillars erected there, and there is a figure standing there silently. "Hey, what's the matter with you?" The huge head made of smoke slowly leaned over, covering the figure in the center of the isolated island. Tang Zhen, who was stared at by the devil, just stood there quietly, as if he didn't hear the other party's questioning at all. "Strange?" The devil looked at Tang Zhen and waved his hand again, trying to drive the red-haired monster to attack. Unexpectedly, after the order was issued, those red-haired monsters did not move at all. "Interesting, you don't even have your body, could it be a newcomer?" The head of the devil made of smoke, like a huge dark cloud, hovered above Tang Zhen's head. The blood-red eyes made of magma were staring at Tang Zhen, as if to see through his roots. Just using Tang Zhen's method, if you want to hide yourself, there may not be a few people who can see through it. Staring at Tang Zhen for a full minute, the Demon God's smoke head floated into the sky, hovering above the headless body. "Now it seems that you should be the only innocent person, or not a particularly jerk. In that case, I will give you a chance to live, but you have to keep in mind what happened today, and then find a chance to tell everyone People. How did my Lone Star Daoist show his power, demolish this damn sin city, and how did he clean up these bastards!"