The All-League of Legends Starts From the Heavens

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As soon as Gojo Satoru walked into the gate of the palace, the first thing that caught his eye was the incomparably huge throne in the empty hall.

Hewn from a single block of obsidian, it is rough and angular.

A terrifying black fog swirled around the throne, and countless terrifying resentful spirits continued to regroup in the fog and quickly dissipated.

The human-shaped candle on the quaint candlestick burns with a tragic green flame, with a piercing crackling sound, like a mournful soul wailing.

As for the Ruined King, whom the two conjurers hated to the bone, now sits on that throne.

He pressed his fist against his cheeks, leaning against the edge of the backrest marked with the curse of ruin, his deep green eyes, and they seemed to be looking at two ants.

A fierce, majestic, and contemptuous sense of oppression spread from him.

His gaze just swept over at random, and Qi Hai Jianren's back shivered with chills and his hair stood on end, as if he was being stared at by some deadly beast.

And Gojo Satoru's heart became more and more uneasy.

Ever since he entered this cold and dark hall, he felt uncomfortable all over, his temples throbbing, as if something calamity had happened.

As the strongest magician, Gojo Satoru's dignity does not allow him to show the slightest weakness.

He calmly continued to move towards the throne, still with that charming genial smile on his face.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the thick black fog rolling around the edge of the hall.

That was Kashin of Leyan Temple, who had long since died. He pointed at Wujogou and said angrily:

"Since seeing my king, why don't you kneel?"

"Kneel down!"

Immediately afterwards, Ye Mo Zhengdao came out of the black fog on the other side, and also scolded fiercely.

"Kneel down!"

Then there are Inujira, Kamo Kenki, Nishinomiya Momo, and even countless dead Tokyo citizens.

They were all repeating a sentence aloud.

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!!"

"Kneel down!!!"

The sound was higher and higher, and the power was stronger than the sound. At this moment, the souls of all the dead seemed to be integrated with the hall, and then they all pressed on the two magicians.

The mountain-like pressure instantly pressed Qihai Jianren to the ground, spitting blood, unable to move, and the whole person looked a little thinner than usual.

He was like a fish caught ashore, his mouth kept opening and closing, lingering on and on.

Wujo Satoru next to him was not much stronger than him, kneeling on the ground with one leg and a half, his bones were overwhelmed, and he made a sour protest.

The corners of the mouth, ears, nostrils, and eyes all had reddish blood flowing out.

But even so, he was still reluctant to give in, trying to straighten his body, raising his head high and staring fiercely at the enemy on the throne.

Lu Wu didn't care about this resentful look, because he had seen too many.

However, generally those who dare to look at him with such eyes will end up miserably.

He continued to look at the island country's strongest magician with a lazy posture, and then slowly said, "You Neon people should be familiar with the story of the Three Kingdoms, Gojo Satoru?"

"Emperor Zhaolie of the Han invited Zhuge Wolong to come out of the mountains three times to help him achieve a great career."

"This king considers himself inferior to Emperor Zhaolie's benevolence, but you are not that Wolongsheng either."

"So, I'll only give you two chances."

"This is the second time, Wutiao Wu, are you willing to serve me as master?"

The last word 'lord' was like a heavy hammer smashed on Wutiaowu's head. His body began to sway back and forth, and it seemed that he would soon be unable to hold on to his obeisance.

However, in the end, he stabilized his mind and tried his best to resist this monstrous might.

And that resolute expression that still gritted his teeth also meant that he didn't want to be in the company of the dilapidated.

Seeing this scene, Lu Wu suddenly burst into laughter and said while laughing, "Keep working hard, I will soon find a reason to appreciate you."

Having said that, the hall fell into a dead silence.

Under the continuous huge pressure, the blood of Qihai Jianren kept flowing outward from the open mouth, and soon there was no movement, and his eyes slowly closed together.

In the endless black mist, a large number of resentful spirits were stimulated by the smell of blood and wanted to rush to enjoy this delicious meal.

However, due to the wicked power of the King of Ruin, he did not dare to take a step out of the black fog.

They could only push and shove each other, occupy the frontmost position, and sniff the sweet scent in the blood.

Seeing this, Lu Wu waved his hand lightly, and several more clever resentful spirits swarmed up and dragged Qi Hai Jianren's body into the fog.

Before leaving, he did not forget to lick off the blood on the ground.

Wutiao Wu's heart was twisted like a knife, but he could only watch helplessly. His eyes were dark now, but his mind was blank. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stand up from the ground.

In this self-defeating state, there is absolutely no way to save people.

The grunting roars of the resentful spirits and the sound of tearing flesh and chewing bones lasted for several minutes before they stopped.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Hai Jianren's **** soul walked out of the fog and joined the team that denounced Gojo Satoru.

He asked loudly why he didn't save him just now.

Wutiao Wuming knew that this was Lu Wu's conspiracy, but he couldn't help but feel guilty.

His back gradually became less straight, and his eyes were not as firm as before~www.readwn.com~ His body began to shake, and he couldn't help but want to lower his head.

Cracks appeared in the complete and proud state of mind.

Just as Gojo Satoru was suffering in his heart, a sound similar to glass breaking broke the silence.

The voice was very slight, but it clearly reached the ears of all the resentful spirits present. They no longer condemned loudly, but laughed outrageously.

Lu Wu, who had always been expressionless, now had a smile on his brows.

Just now, the invincible golden body of the strongest magician was broken, which means that this world no longer has the power and ability to prevent the intrusion of the broken spell.

On the distant sea, the black fog that had almost fallen into stagnation suddenly expanded to the surrounding area.

Gojo Satoru didn't know what happened, but he felt a strong sense of loss, as if he had lost something precious.

Lu Wu naturally wouldn't tell him that the world he loves is about to turn into a ruined king.

"The dark fog will eventually fill up, and when Jie Shi will usher in my triumph!"

The pale monarch got up from the throne, summoned the Ruined King Sword, and slowly walked towards the magician.

Without the suppression of countless resentful spirits, Wujo Satoru finally regained his freedom at this time, but just as he was about to struggle to stand up from the ground.

A cold flash of green light filled his eyes.

More than that, Gojo Satoru, who should have been fearless, closed his eyes subconsciously and stepped back.

But in the next second, a shrill scream resounded through the hall, and a dazzling red splashed on the luminous black floor.