I have become a deity, right? The deity regrets, but I don't

Um?

Ling Kongli originally wanted to talk to Hao Qianliu about the "Tongjie Immortal Source".

But what surprised Ling Kongli was that an extremely powerful destiny suddenly rose into the sky from the west, in the sight of Tianming Chongpu.

The brilliant light enveloped the entire five realms...

Son of heaven!

A son of heaven was actually born in this life?

Ling Kongli was greatly shocked. In the last life, even if Ling Kongli snatched the source of Tongjie Immortal, the Heavenly Dao did not have the pressure to send down the Son of Heavenly Dao.

Now it seems that his actions with the evil spirits outside the territory have stimulated the heavenly ways of the five domains.

But don’t you think it’s too late to send the Son of Heaven now?

"Smelly old man, you go back to Central Continent first, walk around as you like, and shock the Xingxiu Immortal Valley and Tianyan Immortal Sect. It would be best if you can draw some monks to the Wangchuan Demon Sect. They will be of great use in the future."

"Qianshuang and I will first go to devour the weakest West Desert to increase our strength, and then start a war on Zhongzhou soon."

"good."

Hao Qianliu also felt the turmoil in the Western Desert, but he still followed Ling Kongli's instructions.

In his eyes, Ling Kongli was always the only hope for the Five Realms.

…

Western Desert, border of Black Sand Country.

Moro City.

The Black Sand Country is just a mortal country. There are not even a few low-level monks, and the strongest general who protects the country is only a fourth-level cultivation level.

Moro City, which is located on the border of Black Sand Country, does not even have a single monk.

However, the turmoil in the Five Realms still affected this border town. Now, under the erosion of evil spirits from outside the Five Realms, the vitality of this realm has become turbid, resulting in a significant reduction in the yield of crops in the mortal world.

Food is the most important thing for people. When food is in short supply, hunger will trigger people's most primitive evil thoughts.

And evil thoughts are the root of tragedy.

Today, the city of Moro is in a dilapidated state due to the rebellion of the villains.

The strong wind roared across the barren land, raising waves of sand and dust, as if telling the story of the past glory and current loneliness.

The once strong city walls are now riddled with holes, and huge boulders have collapsed and scattered, exposing the mottled soil inside. The flags on the city wall fluttered feebly in the wind, having long lost their former brightness and majesty.

Those crenels that once symbolized the glory and protection of the Black Sand Kingdom have experienced countless fierce battles and are now covered with cracks and bloodstains.

The town was even more desolate.

Ling Kongli and Ye Qianshuang looked down.

The streets were covered with rubble and gravel, abandoned houses were crumbling, doors and windows were broken, and some only had broken walls.

The once bustling market is now empty, the stalls are in shambles, the goods have been snatched away long ago, and what is left are only the broken products blown by the wind.

In the center of the town, there is an ancient well.

Water sources are so important in the windy and sandy West Desert. In the past, this was the source of people's lives. There were busy people here fetching water, washing clothes, and chatting here every day.

But now, there are dark red blood stains next to the well, and the surrounding area is covered with weeds.

There was a putrid smell coming out of the well water, and it was unknown how many corpses were thrown into it.

The once fertile farmland is now barren, with the land dry and cracked and buried by wind and sand, losing its former vitality and vitality.

The mountains in the distance look particularly desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The trees on the mountain peaks had been cut down and made into various weapons, leaving only the bare trunks.

Just like the mortal country of Black Sand Kingdom, the sun is declining.

"Stinky girl! Serve me, otherwise you, your mother, and your brother will be my food just like your useless father, hahaha!"

On the outskirts of Moro City, in a dilapidated hay house, a tall, dark-skinned man with a fleshy face took off his pants and dragged a little girl by her hair towards her crotch.

The big man's actions made his friends burst into laughter, and all their mouths were full of obscene words.

However, the little girl did not give in at all. She glared angrily and was determined to bite the man's stinking rotten roots.

To avenge the murder of his father!

And just when the little girl was about to start her mouth, the girl's mother dragged her broken body to the big man and begged.

"A good man... a good man, I beg you, please let my daughter and son go. My daughter is only twelve years old and can't do this... If the good man doesn't mind, I am willing to serve the good man with my body..."

The woman had already begun to take off her clothes. Since there was no cloth at all, there was only a piece of yellow and white rag wrapping her body, so her body was quickly exposed.

Although the woman's face is withered, one can still vaguely infer her former beauty from her bones.

But that trace of beauty has been destroyed by the devastation on her body.

This made the big man furious. He slapped the woman away and spat a mouthful of phlegm into her face.

"Bah! Thousands of people ride in shabby shoes, but they don't even look at how dirty they are! If you want to pass on all your dirty diseases to me, there's no way!"

"What a slutty bitch!"

After saying that, the big man wanted to kick the woman in the stomach, but was stopped by a thin figure.

"Don't let you rotten people say that about my mother! What qualifications do you have to call my mother dirty! You are the dirtiest! rotten people! You don't deserve to live in this world!"

The boy stared at the big man without blinking, full of anger, and every roar was hoarse.

What qualifications did these hooligans who burned, killed, looted, and raped women have to say anything about his mother!

To survive, these hooligans do all kinds of evil!

And his mother can only sell her body...

He hates it!

He hates the injustice of this world, where good people have no place to seek justice and bad people are at large!

Why! ?

Bang!

A muffled sound resounded throughout the hay house, making the whole house shaky.

The big man was panting, and the mace in his hand was already stained with blood, and he was constantly waving it.

"TM! You little bastard dare to shout at me, grandpa, I'll let you shout! I'll let you shout! Die! Die!"

The big man first felt a wave of humiliation spreading in his heart. At that moment, he was actually stunned by the eyes of this little brat?

It was a great shame!

However, as the child under him gradually became unrecognizable, red and white, and deader than dead, the big man gradually stabilized his mind.

It seemed that he had regained his dignity.

He also wiped a few drops of blood splashed on his face and put them into his mouth.

He laughed out loud.

"Hahaha! This is what happens when you mess with my Black Tiger Gang!"

"It's just a pity. There was a wealthy businessman who liked this guy... Such a handsome boy is hard to find..."

The big man secretly thought it was a pity, but with a turn of his eyes, he focused all his resentment on the boy's mother.