Chapter 1178 Who can distinguish between gods and demons (53)
"Fool."
What a fool.
Not smart at all.
He had lost all his spiritual power and could no longer maintain his human form. He even pulled out the hardest dragon scales on his body and left them to her.
This fool.
Why hasn’t changed at all...
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The six realms have changed.
It has been pouring rain for a full half month, and the mountains and rivers in the entire six realms have shown unparalleled vitality. They are lush and green everywhere, and there is mist wherever the eyes go.
Aowu's long-depleted spiritual power was replenished at this moment, and the originally less dazzling scales glowed with a dazzling luster, as if they had been painted with a layer of silver paint.
He went to the world of gods.
I thought it would be a dragon's pond and a tiger's den that I needed to break into. Unexpectedly, the world of gods was silent. Apart from the sound of rain falling, there was no other breath in my ears.
The evil spirit belonging to the demon clan was also washed away cleanly by the rain.
What's going on?
Where have all the demons gone?
Aowu hid cautiously, and in the end he only encountered a few Gods in one or two remote places.
They don't know anything either.
After the rain fell, he started practicing crazily. He couldn't waste the abundant spiritual power in the rain.
As for where the demons went.
They have no idea.
Hearing Aowu say that not even half of the demons could be seen in the entire God Realm, the gods were also shocked, followed by ecstasy.
"Happy ancestors!!"
They shouted in unison.
Hearing this, he quickly asked.
"This rain was given by the ancestor?" "Yes! It must be the ancestor!"
Aowu frowned.
What are you doing?
After bidding farewell to these tribesmen, he rushed to the eighth heaven.
This was originally the territory of the Immortal Clan.
It has been occupied by demons for hundreds of years, and now there is no trace of the original fairyland. Without the colorful clouds and mist, without the cranes and fairies, there is only a bare sky left here, and there are many buildings that make you feel sick just by looking at them. Uncomfortable black architecture.
Aowu didn't dare to get too close.
There is still a lot of evil spirit left here, but as the rain continues to fall, the evil spirit here is still evaporating.
So far, Aowu has not seen a single demon.
Just when he was curious, suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the grass not far away.
Aowu quickly became cautious and hid, only showing his head to look at the noise over there.
Immediately afterwards, a small figure emerged from the grass.
Wearing brown linen clothes, he fell to the ground wet, his hair was wet from the rain, and his exposed hands and feet showed that he was a demon cub.
Demons are the most protective of their children. How could they let such a young child lie here without asking anything?
Aowu was full of questions, but he didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that this would be a trap by the demons.
After a while, the child was still lying there motionless, and traces of black aura could be vaguely seen from his body, like evaporated mist, constantly seeping out of his body.
Aowu frowned.
He also saw from Qingsang's reaction how powerful this rain was to the demons.
If this child gets wet like this again, he will definitely die.
After such a long time, it is impossible for the demon clan to sacrifice a cub to lure the enemy to take the bait.
Aowu moved out, stretched out its long dragon tail, and quickly pulled the child not far away.
The little demon cub was as motionless as a rag bag.
Aowu turned him over with his tail from a distance.
(End of chapter)