"Since they all need to rest, we don't have to work hard." Xiao Xu said lightly. Anyway, he thought that ten thousand laps were impossible.

I am afraid that in two or three thousand cycles, the souls of many cultivators will be ground to ashes.

"Okay, rest for half an hour, and other strong people will continue to push the millstone." The city lord's wife frowned. She didn't expect such a situation to happen.

She wondered if the Eight Desolate Gods were unable to push too long before the Eight Desolate Gods came back, would the Eight Desolate Gods be angry and killed them all?

The more you think about it, the more likely it is.

A trace of fear surged in the city lord's wife, making her push the millstone harder.

Some of the high-level fairyland cultivators still have a lot of strength. They also followed the city lord's wife and pressed their hands on the stone strips to push the millstones and let the millstones move forward little by little.

Half an hour passed.

Suddenly, the practitioners who were resting all screamed.

Green flames appeared from the void and enveloped their bodies. In an instant, their bodies and souls turned into forces and merged into the millstone.

"Don't be lazy!" A voice resounded over the sea of ​​suffering, and it was the voice of the Eight Desolate Gods.

Many people raised their heads and looked up, but did not see the Eight Desolate Gods.

"It seems that although the Eight Desolate Gods are not monitoring us, he can sense the situation on this side. If he rests for too long, he will be punished by him." Xiao Xu thought to himself. He has been pushing the millstone all the time. Even if he rests, the time will not exceed a quarter of an hour.

He just kept guarding against similar situations.

Nowadays, many cultivators have fallen, which has made him feel much more at ease.

After all, if he knows the location of the pit, he can avoid jumping into the pit.

......In the desert, the prince was walking forward with his disciples from the Linghuang Sect.

Some time ago, they were all dispersed due to sandstorms.

However, the prince had already made preparations and imprinted a divine thought on every disciple, and easily found all the disciples.

"Hey, your breath is a little familiar. It turns out to be my inheritor." Suddenly, the Eight Desolate God appeared in front of the prince. He looked up and down at the prince and found that the prince had part of his own inheritance.

It is not a complete inheritance, but it can still be cultivated to the end of the fairyland. The Eight Desolate Gods can see the prince's talent.

A pseudo-god powerful man?

The prince was shocked. He felt that the aura of the Eight Desolate Gods was hundreds and thousands of times stronger than himself. This was a super strong man!

"Who are you?" the prince asked respectfully. Facing a real strong man, he had no intention of being arrogant.

"The Eight Destiny Gods." The Eight Destiny Gods came to the prince in an instant, pressed one hand on the prince's head, and read the prince's memory for a moment.

When he saw the memory of the Spirit Emperor, he immediately understood what was going on.

It turned out to be the son of his apprentice.

"Greetings to the master of the Eight Desolate Realm." The prince reacted very quickly when he heard the name of the Eight Desolate God. He knelt directly on the ground and bowed to the Eight Desolate God.

The disciples of the Linghuang Sect did not hesitate and knelt down and saluted.

Looking at the respectful look of a group of people, the Eight Desolate God nodded with satisfaction. The attitude of these people is not bad.

"Your father is the Spirit Emperor, right? I didn't expect that he had already arrived at the inheritance land. When I asked him to stay outside, it seemed that he was a little disobedient." The Eight Desolate God said with a narrowed eyes, and his perceptual power was released.

Since the Spirit Emperor is in the land of inheritance, even though it has been a long time, he believes that the Spirit Emperor is still alive.

"Master Eight Destiny Gods, do you know my father?" The prince was stunned. He was a little confused. Could it be that his father met the Eight Destiny Gods after he came into the inheritance land?

The Eight Desolate God looked in the direction of the sea of ​​bitterness. He did not expect that the Spirit Emperor would go to the sea of ​​bitterness, which was his former house.

A giant hand transformed out and came to the sea of ​​suffering in an instant.

On a small island, there are wooden houses.

An old man was fishing in front of the wooden house. Suddenly, he saw the giant hand that was approaching, and was delighted. This was the power of the master.

The giant hand grabbed the old man into the desert and threw him in front of the Eight Desolate Gods.

"Master, you are finally resurrected." The old man looked at the living Eight Desolate Gods, from shock to surprise, he knelt on the ground, and was so excited that he burst into tears.

After so many years, my master has come alive, and for him, this is the biggest joy.

"Spirit Emperor, I asked you to stay outside, why do you want to come in the inheritance land?" The Eight Desolate God asked indifferently. He wanted to know the reason, but he thought that it must be the Spirit Emperor betrayed him?

"Master, I have been waiting for many years and have never seen any hope of your resurrection."

"So I set up a game to open the entrance to the Eight Desolate Realms, thinking of luring the cultivators from the main world to come in, so that their power can be absorbed by you and resurrected you."

"I didn't expect that the master would come alive without the power of these people."

The Spirit Emperor hurriedly explained that he couldn't help it because so many eras have passed, and he has never seen the hope of resurrection of the Eight Desolate Gods.

The Eight Desolate Gods were stunned for a moment. He noticed not long ago that there were many outside practitioners in the inheritance land.

It seems that these people are all tempted by the Spirit Emperor.

Moreover, these cultivators have no effect on him.

But he was still satisfied with the Spirit Emperor's intention.

"You go against my words and think that you are good at your heart and will not let you push the Bahuang Mangsha."

The Eight Destiny God Hits Killed Ling Emperor's head, and then he looked at the disciples of the Spirit Emperor Sect around him: "Now I will take you to the Eight Destiny Mine. You must urge the cultivators above for me, so that they can't be lazy."

He directly casts spells and teleports everyone to the huge stone pillars outside the Bahuang Miscellaneous Plain.

When the cultivators on the millstone saw the Eight Desolates, all their expressions were shocked. Many resting cultivators stood up again and pushed the millstone hard.

"Xiao Xu and the sect leader of Daotian Sect?" The prince saw two familiar people at a glance, and he didn't know the other cultivators.

"Is the master already confident of being promoted to the second level?" Seeing so many people pushing the millstone, the Spirit Emperor was surprised when he thought of something.

"That's right, as long as the millstone rotates ten thousand times, the suppressed soul in the millstone will return and I can break through." The Eight Desolate God nodded. He is now at the first level of the false god.

Now after experiencing life and death, he has seen a breakthrough system.

The Spirit Emperor was happy for the Eight Desolate Gods. He remembered that his master suppressed half of his soul on the millstone many years ago, and wanted to use the millstone to temper the soul.

But before he succeeded, the master of the Eight Desolate Gods ‘fall’.
Chapter completed!