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Chapter 122 It's All Blame Gong Chu for Seeking Death, It Has Nothing To Do With You

The invisible Dao rhyme overflowing from the book of human beings is like a straight airflow, passing over the muscular and muscular body of "Gong Chu" silently.

Gong Chu trembled all over, and a large hole the thickness of a bucket was ripped open in the chest of the tyrannical and terrifying witch clan.

The opening of the hole is smooth, transparent from front to back, and even the viscera wriggling in the hole can be seen clearly.

Gong Chu lowered his head slowly, looking at the huge hole piercing his chest back and forth, and fell into a daze for a while.

"Dong Dong Dong~"

With a sway of his body, he stepped back a few steps one after another, trampling on the ground and shaking it slightly.

The ten-meter-high body is extremely heavy, like a small hill.

"I...I..." Gong Chu's voice trembled slightly, his words tinged with horror, and he put his hands on his chest as if trying to close the hole.

"Kakaka~"

The thick hole in the bucket was like shattered glass, rapidly cracking towards the whole body.

"Bang~"

"Whoa~"

Like porcelain covered with cracks, when he fell on his back, his bloody body turned into crumbs, scattered in the air after a few breaths, turning into dust.

"call……"

In front of the Yamen of Duzhisi, you can hear the drop of a needle.

The hundreds of witches and dozens of bull-headed horses who were watching were dumbfounded.

Han Shou glanced at the place where "Gong Chu" dissipated, and he was stunned.

One second

five seconds
ten seconds
Han Shou's face turned blue and white, his mind was "buzzing", and suddenly he glared at Jiufeng anxiously and angrily: "Senior Jiufeng, you... didn't you promise to kill Han and Gong Chusi?" did you stop it?"

Jiufeng: ...

"And the gods, didn't you all promise to stop it?"

"Now that God Gongchu of Duzhi Division is dead, how can Mr. Han explain to Empress Pingxin!"

Han Shou was filled with grief and anger: "Look! Look!"

"Mr. Han said before that most of them will not be able to hold back. If you don't believe me, you have to let Mr. Han take action. Now you really killed the God of Chu. What about your promises?"

The cheeks of the Wu clan twitched, and they looked around guiltily.

Jiufeng said awkwardly: "Han Sishen, this...you can't blame me and my brothers and sisters in the clan for this matter, who knew that your innate spirit treasure's ability to kill is so strange."

"What's more, I can't blame you for this matter. It's Gong Chutuo who insisted on giving you three tricks."

"That's right, he was the one who took care of himself, so he committed suicide himself!"

The underworld witches come from twelve different ancestral witch tribes, and they are not from the same tribe. In fact, they don't have much affection. It's like citizens from different countries on the earth working in the same company.

It can only be regarded as a colleague relationship, not that they are brothers and sisters with deep feelings for each other.

Only when there is a racial dispute, will it appear extremely united.

The dispute between Han Shou and Gongchu is not a racial dispute at all, but a battle of spirits. Therefore, the strange fall of Gongchu will definitely not arouse the same hatred among the witches in the underworld.

As soon as Jiufeng opened his mouth, he seemed to have found an excuse for the guilty witches, and they all shouted:
"Sister Jiufeng is right, who knew that Yun Jie's innate spirit treasure can kill so strangely?"

"What's wrong, it's all his fault for Chu Yu's fall, Han Sishen, you can't blame us, and you can't blame Ye!"

"Yes, yes, it's all his own fault!"

"Han Sishen, we didn't expect Ye Jie's congenital spirit treasure to be so weird, it was an accident!"

"Ye's innate spirit treasure has a strange ability to kill, how can we be prepared, who knows that Gongchu is so useless!"

"It's all Gongchu's fault!"

"That's right, it's all Gongchu's fault!"

……

All that fell into my ears were the rolling thunder sounds of the witches pushing two five six.

Han Shou lamented again and again: "Hey... It's all because Han underestimated the power of Renshu. Who would have thought that the God of Gongchu would..."

"This time...how can I explain to Empress Pingxin!"

Jiufeng repeatedly comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, Han Sishen, we can all testify for you in this matter, it's all because of Gongchu's self-inflicted death, and it has nothing to do with you!"

"That's right, Brother Han, don't worry, I can go and explain to Empress Zuwu myself!"

"Gong Chu is too arrogant to be a witch. Our witch clan will go all out no matter whether we face the strong or the weak, but he underestimates the enemy and is arrogant. He even makes three tricks. If he is beaten and killed, he will ask for it!"

"Han Sishen doesn't need to worry, I would like to see the Empress Zuwu together with Yen, if the Empress Zuwu wants to blame, blame me first!"

"It's just a miss. Even in a duel, there are mistakes. Brother Han, don't worry. If you want to blame, you should blame Gong Chu for your contempt. Death is just asking for it!"

……

More than a dozen ghost emissaries of the monster race --- bull-headed and horse-faced, looked at the strange scene in front of them, their eyes almost popped out, and they communicated frantically with their spiritual thoughts:
"Just now... the one who fell just now was really the Wu Clan?"

"Fake, it must be fake!"

"The witch clan is known for their unity. This seat must be fascinated by the demons. A witch clan was killed by a foreign race. Not only did the other witch clan not avenge him with anger, but they also comforted the human clan who killed the witch?"

"Could it be that the rumors about the unity of the witch clan are false?"

"No! It's not that the rumors are false, it's because it was Han Sishen who killed Gong Chu, so there is such a weird phenomenon."

"Empress Pingxin thinks highly of Han Sishen, and even recruiting our two clans into the underworld is also proposed by Han Sishen. If someone else dared to make such an exaggerated suggestion, I'm afraid they would have been expelled long ago!"

"Our monster clan and the witch clan are deadly enemies. Although our two clans don't have much enmity with the witch clan, the witch clan hates that our monster clan can't do anything fake."

"In the end, just because of Han Sishen's proposal, we went deep into the underworld of the Wu clan but were not killed, and even made things difficult. This is definitely the deliberate suppression of the Pingxin empress, and Han Sishen must be among them." Great credit!"

"I heard that Empress Pingxin has made a decision that in the future, she will give the priesthood of Emperor Youming to Han Sishen. The Emperor Youming is the Lord of the Underworld. This priesthood was not reserved for the Wu Clan, but was given to Han Sishen. How important is it?"

……

"Om~"

At this moment, the space in midair distorted for a while.

Ping Xin, who was dressed in a long white gauze dress, appeared quietly with a peerless appearance but full of compassion.

The envoys of the witch clan and the demon clan hurriedly bowed together: "Greetings, Empress Zuwu (Empress Pingxin)!"

(End of this chapter)