"The old vixen has no martial ethics, she uses deception and sneak attacks!"
"If the pretty god wants to play tricks on us in the future, I will be the first to disagree!"
"Is there a possibility that the pretty god always plays straight?"
"Le, you don't know what the pretty god is thinking?"
"He is now thinking, if the Demon Suppression Hall refines all the cattle and horses, can he become a god."
"Bah! Forget it!"
"Qin Ze, I..."
"..."
Listening to the laughter and scolding of the clones, Qin Ze couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth.
At that moment just now, he really wanted to refine the clones and try.
However, the number of old guys is too small. Compared with 10 million barbarian warriors, they are not enough to fill the teeth of the Demon Suppression Hall.
Qin Ze continued to look at Jiuyou in the scene.
At this time, Jiuyou turned into a human-shaped light bulb, and every pore on his body was glowing outward.
Under the influence of the fox old man's ability, the blood, mental power, and innate abilities of hundreds of millions of warriors are gradually blending with Jiuyou.
At least one-third of the 100 million warriors are innate.
With more than 30 million innate abilities at the same time, Jiuyou's strength will reach an extremely terrifying level.
As the fox old man said before, even if the remaining godheads are not smoothly condensed, Jiuyou is enough to be on par with the gods.
The king of law murmured: "Is the Demon Suppression Hall a bit too supermodel?"
The magician: "Is there any artifact that is not supermodel? Otherwise, you can take a look at Miss Sword Box first."
Brother Devouring said in a deep voice: "The Demon Suppression Hall at this time is only a semi-artifact, the fox old man said it himself."
Qin Ze frowned.
Thinking of this, the Demon Suppression Hall is almost tailor-made for Jiuyou.
Demon Suppression Hall, Jiuyou, and the fox old man.
These three elements are indispensable.
When they are combined together, the artificial god Jiuyou will be born.
Brother Devourer said conspiratorially: "Could it be that... the Demon Suppression Palace was deliberately given to the Barbarians by a certain Star God?"
Qin Ze looked at Jiuyou, whose whole body was shining brightly: "It's possible."
Jiuyou is too special. He was born with a divine body and a semi-divine personality. He is simply a template protagonist and the best candidate for the villain to take over.
The Lord of Mist said at this time: "Aren't you curious about how the Demon Suppression Palace appeared in the human race? The human race and the barbarians are separated by a distance of 108,000 miles."
Qin Ze couldn't help but think of the legend of the North, the battle of the two gods.
If that myth is true, it was Jiuyou who brought the palace.
Who is the person stepping on the coffin?
Qin Ze sighed: "The human race is really a hot commodity, attracting so many alien players to come here."
Jiuyou in the scene clenched his fists and trembled all over.
As the fusion progressed, the white light around Jiuyou gradually extinguished.
Suddenly, wisps of black air rose from Jiuyou's feet and wrapped around him like a soul-catching lock.
In the black air, Qin Ze saw twisted faces, their expressions full of venom and hatred, stretching out their hands to tear Jiuyou's body.
"What the hell?"
At first glance, Qin Ze thought Jiuyou was possessed by Miss Devouring.
Qiong beside him bit her lower lip tightly: "It's resentment, the resentment of tens of millions of warriors."
"The Demon Suppression Hall not only refines the blood and qi cultivation, but also includes the resentment of warriors in their lifetime."
Qin Ze suddenly realized.
Not every barbarian warrior is like the fox old man, who cares about the entire civilization and is willing to sacrifice himself for the continuation of civilization.
Some people are dissatisfied. Why should they die? Why should they become the nourishment for Jiuyou to become a god?
And there are many such people.
The white light completely subsided, and the fusion has ended.
A huge breath like a tsunami burst out from Jiuyou's body, shattering all the outer clothes.
The Dharma King was amazed: "The special effect of exploding clothes exclusive to the strong, it seems that Jiuyou has succeeded."
A huge white halo appeared behind Jiuyou, and the divine power was overwhelming in an instant.
The white divine pattern spread from Jiuyou's chest and spread to other parts of the body.
Qin Ze frowned when he saw this: "The same divine pattern as that of Baimao."
That night, he suspected that the divine pattern appeared on Baimao's body when he lost control, and now he can prove it.
Not only is it a divine pattern, but it is also the same divine pattern as Jiuyou.
Although the divine pattern looks like a bunch of messy lines at first glance, like a child's random graffiti, each god has its own unique divine pattern.
This specialness is not only reflected in the color, but also in the direction, thickness, and general pattern of the divine pattern...
The white divine pattern on Baimao's body is carved out of the same mold as Jiuyou at this moment.
The magician clapped his hands suddenly: "I know! It must be the reincarnation of the Nine Netherworlds, reborn as a white-haired loli!"
"Alas~ I just don't know what Mrs. Qiong will think when she finds out about this."
White hair is a starThe seat is carrying out a secret mission. Now it seems that this mission is inseparable from Jiuyou.
Qin Ze murmured in his heart: "So this is the real intention of the president."
Thinking of this, he suddenly opened his eyes wide: "Could the person stepping on the bronze coffin be the president?"
Qin Ze felt that he was very close to the answer.
Jiuyou slowly opened his eyes, and the divine pattern in his eyes was not white, but half black and half white.
The black air surrounding him did not disappear, but became thicker and thicker, and was about to swallow Jiuyou completely.
Qin Ze looked at Qiong: "Is this the accident you mentioned?"
Qiong replied: "It's just one of them."
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows: "There are also masters?"
"By the way, didn't your clan leader do a few experiments before creating the god?"
Qiong shook his head: "The samples are too small and not for reference."
"Hundreds and thousands of experiments are insignificant in front of hundreds of millions of warriors."
Qin Ze understood what Qiong meant.
The Demon Suppression Hall has side effects, but they are not 100% present.
The fox old man had been so lucky before that he had never encountered such a thing after so many experiments.
Now hundreds of millions of warriors have gathered together and exploded.
"Jiuyou... How does it feel to become a god?"
"Wuwuwu... I want to become a god too..."
"Jiuyou, you killed me!"
"Did you become a strange god?"
"First you ate us, is it the turn of ordinary people in the tribe next?"
"..."
In the originally empty matchbox space, blurry shadows suddenly appeared. They cursed Jiuyou in the sky and greeted Jiuyou's ancestors cordially.
They were full of anger and kept hitting the space barrier with their hands.
If there was no space isolation, they would have rushed up and torn Jiuyou into pieces.
Seeing this, Qiong said: "This is the biggest surprise, a byproduct of the Demon Suppression Hall's smelting, a collection of all the dark sides of a person."
Qin Ze seemed to have thought of something, and looked Qiong up and down: "So you are also..."
Qiong nodded: "Yes, I am also a byproduct left after the Demon Suppression Hall's smelting."
"As for the real Qiong...she died a long time ago."