Imperishable War God

Lights were on.    

The sealing barriers on the cells had all been removed.    

In each cell, a group of people were gathered.    

Some were drinking wine while others were talking loudly about Nether Race.    

In addition, for the sake of their past personal grudges, they started fighting.    

The originally sinister and terrifying dungeon was now as lively as a market.    

The people who were captured in the Ancient City of the Netherworld shouted loudly in front of the Nether Race, laughed wildly, and were completely unrestrained.    

There were even some who went to try and seduce the Nether Race's female guards!    

The Nether Race in the cell were so aggrieved that they were about to cry.    

As the two ruling races of the Burning Ancient Earth, how could they have suffered such humiliation?    

A group of prisoners had all become great lords!    

They requested for the Nether Race to continuously serve delicacies and delicacies.    

They also made the Nether Race hand over all kinds of precious gems and unique fruits.    

Their demands grew more and more.    

Their appetite grew larger and larger.    

As the saying goes, "It is easy to send a god away".    

After the Flame Demon Ancient City sent the message to stop the "Sacrifice Project" and release all the "Sacrifice", these "Sacrifice" had changed their appearances.    

They stayed on and didn't leave, treating the Netherworld Ancient City as their home.    

Nether Race felt that it was a little too much.    

These old men …    

It was too f * cking hard to serve!    

Their mouths were wide open, demanding this and that. They were practically ordering Nether Race to be their slave!    

Was there anything more absurd than this?    

You are the 'sacrifices'!    

Since when was a sacrifice able to turn the situation around and become a master?    

Nether Race was very angry.    

But anger was useless.    

Because among these people, there was one, Chu Qingcheng.    

Before the Lord of Flame Demons sent his message, the people of Nether Race had already seen Chu Qingcheng's methods.    

Of all the Nirvana Realm expert in the Nether Race, only one was crippled by him.    

The First Sky of Nirvana Realm was beaten to a bloody pulp.    

The head of the Nirvana stage Second Layer rubbed against the ground.    

The Third Layer of the Nirvana Realm was slapped out of the Netherworld Ancient City.    

Nirvana stage Fourth Layer …    

Nirvana Realm Fourth Layer was currently standing beside Chu Qingcheng and helping him carry the plate.    

There were more powerful than this in Nether Race.    

However, no one could see through Chu Qingcheng.    

Therefore, the dungeon of Nether Race became like this.    

Nether experts, who was rushed to serve this bunch of 'old men', felt like he was living in a dream after seeing the scene in front of him.    

In fact, even in their dreams, they had never dreamed of such an absurd thing!    

When the group of Nether Race's hearts were bleeding …    

In the dungeon, a black mist suddenly rose.    

An old man holding onto a Skeleton Staff led a group of Nether experts and appeared in the dungeon.    

The bustling dungeon suddenly became quiet.    

All of the Nether Race's guards knelt down with one knee, and lowered their heads.    

Duan Qing and the others felt a chill in their heart, and they subconsciously moved closer to Chu Qingcheng.    

No one could be sure if the Nether Race could not tolerate this and was prepared to fight a fierce battle!    

"You're finally here."    

Chu Qingcheng raised his head and said lightly, "I've been waiting for you for several days."    

"Hur Hur Hur Hur." The old man with the Skeleton Staff laughed and slowly walked into the cell. He stood in front of Chu Qingcheng.    

He placed his left hand on his chest, bowed towards Chu Qingcheng and said, "Respected human expert, what happened before was a misunderstanding. We have already explained it and solemnly apologize …"    

"Your esteemed self's cultivation is unparalleled in the past, yet you refused to obey such a small matter. I'm afraid you might have lost your status as a expert, no?"    

Chu Qingcheng yawned and said, "Capturing a living person as a sacrifice, in your opinion, is' such a small thing '?"    

Dongfang Wuhen immediately continued, "Then do you think killing all of your Nether Race and razing your entire Netherworld Ancient City is a small matter?"    

Shen Jianfeng rolled his eyes, pushed Dongfang Wuhen away and said, "You're so amazing, then why don't you hurry up and go up?"    

Dongfang Wuhen was furious and glared at Shen Jianfeng.    

The old man who was holding the Skeleton Staff straightened his face and looked at Chu Qingcheng: "According to your idea, how should we settle this?"    

Chu Qingcheng stretched out three fingers and said, "First, if you want to grab it, then grab it, if you want to let it go, then let it go. This is definitely out of the question."    

Dongfang Wuhen immediately agreed. "Our people have suffered so much. You must compensate us!"    

The faces of the group of Nether Race s all revealed their fury.    

Chu Qingcheng continued, "Secondly, since you have captured the human race as a sacrifice to open up the 'necrotic trove', then we want half of the necrotic trove's items."    

Dongfang Wuhen added, "Half of it, did you hear that?!"    

Shangguan Zhangyun and the others started to rub their hands together.    

Although this Burning Ancient Earth was considered to be a treasure trove, it had been plundered by both Nether Race and Flame Demons for who knows how many years.    

To be able to shock the entire misty region and even the Western Wasteland with his birth, he had to be a "necrotic trove!"    

Looking at the attitude the Nether Race had towards the "necrotic trove," he knew that the place was definitely not ordinary!    

Duan Qing, Shangguan Zhangyun and the rest all stood behind Chu Qingcheng and laughed complacently.    

But on the face of the old man from the Nether Race, he revealed an expression of not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Respected human expert, I'm afraid you have misunderstood the 'necrotic trove'."    

"The 'necrotic trove' is a terrifying forbidden area. It is not what you think the 'treasure' is."    

"There are no treasures to share. Instead, there is an unimaginable danger!"    

"Even a supreme expert like you might not be able to escape unscathed after entering the necrotic trove."    

Dongfang Wuhen and Duan Qing looked at each other.    

The old man from the Nether Race smiled and said: "If everyone wishes to go to the 'necrotic trove', we naturally will not stop you."    

If your family or friends died in the 'necrotic trove', do not say that our Nether Race did not warn you. "    

Like a bucket of cold water being poured over them, the ecstasy in the hearts of Duan Qing and Shangguan Zhangyun were all extinguished.    

The hope that had just risen vanished without a trace!    

At this time, Dongfang Wuhen said coldly: "'necrotic trove', is it really as scary as you say?"    

"Since it's so terrifying, why did you take the risk to open it?"    

The old man from Nether Race was stunned and silent.    

Dongfang Wuhen smiled complacently. "I knew you, old man, would not tell the truth!"    

"The reason you're scaring us is actually to stop us from going to the 'necrotic trove'!"    

The group of human expert s immediately shouted out loudly.    

Dongfang Wuhen was elated. She shook her head and said to Chu Qingcheng, "Continue with your third point …"    

"What third point?" Chu Qingcheng was stunned for a moment and said, "Only two points, I've already finished."    

Dongfang Wuhen almost vomited blood. "If you only have two points, why did you raise three fingers!?"    

The group of people were all laughing and making a ruckus.    

At this moment …    

The old man from Nether Race sighed and said: "We can accept this compensation clause."    

"Rest assured, our Nether Race will provide you with a satisfactory compensation."    

"As for that 'necrotic trove' …"    

After hesitating for a while, he said faintly, "There is indeed no treasure within the 'necrotic trove'."    

"Because there are two ancient gods sealed there."    

"…" The cup in Dongfang Wuhen's hand shook, and wine spilled onto the bonfire.    

With a bang, the bonfire rose a few feet into the air.    

Silence reigned in the dungeon.    

The silence was eerie.    

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There's another chapter tonight.