Chapter 1179 Who can distinguish between gods and demons (54)
Underneath the wet long hair is a pale little face.
No matter how far away you look, you can't tell any difference from children of other ethnic groups.
Aowu frowned, walked forward, squatted down, and carried the child under a boulder. It was a little drier here, but the clear spiritual power could still be felt.
These spiritual powers are all mixed with Buddha energy.
It is fatal to the demons.
Aowu looked at him, frowning slightly.
He is not a black ink demon, and he doesn't know how to heal a demon.
He could only watch the child lying here, and then he saw the child opened his eyes slightly and murmured something in his mouth.
"What did you say?"
Aowu didn't dare to get too close.
The child looked at him and slowly stretched out a fleshy little hand, trying hard to reach something.
There was no movement.
He looked at this little face, and almost instantly, he thought of another face.
"Eggs..."
Just like him, he was born full of evil spirits and could not be accommodated by the six realms.
The part in my heart suddenly softened, and when I looked at the child again, I felt distressed and distressed.
He reached out and took the little hand offered by the child.
My fingertips were cold.
"Grandma..."
"What did you say?"
Aow lowered his head.
In his ears, there was the child's immature and weak voice.
"Grandma..."
Grandma.
Do you mean mother-in-law?
Aowu felt a little sad, and when she saw him, she thought of Dandan.
"Where is your mother?"
"Mom...won't leave..." The child slowly turned his head and looked at the higher mountain with empty eyes.
Immediately afterwards, tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
The little hand holding Aowu suddenly let go weakly and fell to the ground.
Aowu looked at him.
A young child may only utter a few words and then lose the chance to speak.
The death of demons is the same as that of gods and immortals.
Those are all deaths that will never come.
God does not give them a chance to start over again. In this life, whether it is good or bad, there is no afterlife, they will cherish it.
Aowu pursed her lips slightly and buried the child.
Then he raised his head and looked at the mountain peak that led straight to the ninth heaven. From a distance, it looked straight into the sky.
The demon clan, which cannot even save its children, is obviously at the end of its rope.
This rain was like a disaster from heaven, only targeting their clan for massacre.
The immortal demon clan is most afraid of the Buddha's light.
If the rain doesn't stop, the demons will never have a chance to survive in such a world.
Just when he thought this, there was suddenly the sound of noisy footsteps behind him. Aowu hid in the corner and looked back. Immediately afterwards, he saw hundreds of gods and immortals gathered into a small team, heading towards the people with great momentum. pouring in.
The appearance of the same race made Aowu feel relieved and stepped forward.
Seeing that he was a god, the group of people directly pulled Aowu into the team.
"Where are you going?"
"The ancestor is at the top of the mountain, we must take this opportunity to destroy the demon clan!"
"Don't let anyone go! While the rain is still falling, drag out all the hiding demons!"
Aowu watched them drag the already extremely weak demons into the heavy rain from various dark gaps.
To them, the rain falling from the sky is like sulfuric acid and magma, and the evil energy leaks out crazily, like a basin of hot water poured on the red charcoal.
There were constant screams and wails.
It sounds extremely sad and tragic.
Aowu watched quietly as the demons on the ground died after struggling hopelessly.
I don't know why, but I feel a little bit panicked in my heart.
(End of chapter)