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Chapter 272 272. Times have changed

Qiao Mu took a look and saw that it was his coffin.

Pushing the coffin door open, the little witch was lying inside.

But by this time she had lost consciousness again due to excessive blood loss.

"Sleep well, lest you see something you shouldn't see."

Qiao Mu opened the whites of the little witch's eyes and checked whether her pupils were dilated.

At the same time, another black shadow in the coffin twisted and turned into the appearance of Qiao Mu, while the original Qiao Mu transformed into the appearance of Ah Hui.

"Brother, do you see anything strange down there?"

Qiao Mu asked the elevator man again, he must know these things best after being here for so many years.

"Those are all weird things. Which one do you want to ask?"

The elevator man thought.

"Is there such a thing as a can man?"

Qiao Mu asked earnestly and seductively.

"There seems to be some, but they've all been buried. It's hard to find them."

The elevator man thought for a while and replied.

Qiao Mu estimated that the room had been isolated underground. Unless he dug three feet into the ground, it would be difficult to get in and break all the cans.

Moreover, these "gods" know where their destiny is, and they will definitely protect those god-controlling bodies.

Looking back, Qiao Mu saw two figures, one black and one white, fighting with the skeleton warrior. Between the two, the pollution eroded and penetrated each other, but they could never tell the difference.

To be precise, the confrontation between the two anomalies should be unfolding in a more abstract form, but all Qiao Mu could see from this depth was the tongue and chains entangled with the skeletal warrior.

Crows of flesh and blood filled the sky, and in the field of vision, the shadows that devoured humans followed suit like toddling babies, slowly surrounding the volcanic crater.

The earth is trembling, and the volcano under your feet may really erupt at any time. By that time, even if there is no abnormality, this violent eruption of the volcano will be enough to cause an unprecedented disaster.

Seeing this, Qiao Mu asked the Autobot to stuff the coffin into his stomach, transform back into a car, and show it the route to leave.

When the car drove away, the elevator man moved away like a crawler. Qiao Mu looked at the hole it left.

If you jump down here, you will most likely be able to reach the enclosed space, but it is also very dangerous. There will be no life or death, and there will be no return.

"It's not a big problem."

Qiao Mu glanced at the two brothers, one black and one white.

Even if you don't care, these two people will probably take away your soul, so don't worry.

He jumped into the dark pit.

The next moment, countless crows filled the entrance of the cave and made a whimpering sound.

Qiao Mu's fall only lasted for a while, and he soon reached the bottom.

Click——

Broken bones.

It's normal when you think about it. After all, he jumped from a height equivalent to a fourteenth floor. A normal person would be half disabled if he didn't fall to death.

Qiao Mu allowed his body to repair itself while observing the surrounding scenery.

The underground floors had collapsed long ago, making it very difficult to crawl. There was no light source and it was pitch black.

Qiao Mu was not polite, he lit a pale flame.

The flames from [Hell's Gate] spread on the masonry and illuminated the surroundings.

The flames continued to surge, burning everything down.

The stones blocking the road were gradually swallowed up, and Qiao Mu was able to move forward.

Whether it was a coincidence or an abnormal influence, Qiao Mu entered an empty room after passing a collapsed wall. This was obviously the place where the divine bodies were stored.

He saw the swaying body of the God at a glance.

What surprised Qiao Mu was that many jars had been broken, and the jelly-like flesh and blood inside were intertwined. However, these chosen ones did not die. Instead, they kept making a chilling whimpering sound.

A shadow quietly approached Qiao Mu from below, but before it could touch his shadow, it dissipated due to the light of the pale flame.

"The sun is strong and everything appears!"

Although this was not sunshine, Qiao Mu still shouted.

Just take courage.

As we all know, Qiao Mu is a timid and introverted person.

Suddenly, countless voices penetrated into Qiao Mu's head.

He saw many images.

People wearing ancient clothes protected humans from those majestic giants. They were regarded as gods by other humans, but they also knew that the only thing that would greet them was death.

In a certain foreign land, someone obtained the method of immortality, but immortality must come with a price, because the pollution cannot be eliminated. Over the long years, the Chosen One will only be gradually eroded, and eventually transform into an unkillable monster. This The secret method was quickly sealed away and never mentioned again.

So, many years passed, and when those memories were blurred, the new chosen ones found the secret method. At that time, they learned a lot of forbidden knowledge in foreign lands. They combined it and created an extremely ingenious one. means.

".What comes from the divine spell is pollution?"

Qiao Mu saw that in the dark cellar, the first few chosen ones who used the secret method had gloomy expressions.

Because immortality accumulates pollution, they need to find a way to release the pollution, and the best way is to infuse it into other chosen ones.

So they invented the concept of the God's Descent, and regarded themselves as immortal gods, and let ordinary people and the God's Chosen use the God's Descent. Little did they know that every time the God's Descent was used, these "gods" would pass on part of their own pollution to the user. For these users, these pollutions were just the "price" of using the power of gods.

In this way, these God's Chosen have survived for a long time.

But just as a person will not realize that he is polluted, he can only recognize things that he can recognize, these God's Chosen have also been subtly polluted for many years. In essence, they have long been abnormal monsters, the crows made of flesh and blood, the shadows that devour everything, and the burly skeleton warriors.

They thought they were high and mighty gods, but they didn't know that they had already degenerated into hideous and ugly monsters.

Of course, perhaps from their perspective, gods look like this.

The whisper of temptation echoed in Qiao Mu's ears. They were persuading Qiao Mu, telling him that as long as he joined them, he could get the same power and immortality, no longer have to be terrified by the God's Chosen Game, and could become the master of the world.

Under the spiritual pollution and temptation, let alone ordinary people, even the experienced God's Chosen would probably fall into confusion, bewilderment, and hesitation.

Unfortunately, they met Qiao Mu.

"I don't know if you know a barbecue chef named Li. His cooking skills are said to be quite delicious."

Qiao Mu waved his hand, and the pale flames immediately covered all the imperial bodies.

Those immortal God's Chosen were immediately engulfed by the flames and screamed miserably.

"My lord, times have changed."