"That old fox has no martial ethics; she resorts to deception and sneak attacks!"
"If that Pretty God tries to play tricks on us again, I'll be the first to object!"
Is it possible that the " Pretty God " has always been straightforward?
"Le, how could you not know what the Pretty God is thinking?"
"He's currently wondering if he could become a god if the Demon Suppression Hall refined all the cattle and horses."
"Pah! Shameless!"
" Qin Ze, I..."
"..."
Listening to the laughter and curses of his clones, Qin Ze couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
For a fleeting moment, he really considered trying to refine his clones.
However, the number of these old men was too small; compared to the 100 million Barbarian Tribe warriors, they weren't even enough to fill the gaps in the Demon Suppression Hall's teeth.
Qin Ze continued to look at Jiuyou in the scene.
At this moment, Jiuyou transformed into a human-shaped light bulb, with every pore on his body emitting light.
Under the influence of the fox elder's power, the blood, spirit, and innate abilities of hundreds of millions of martial artists are gradually merging with the Jiuyou Netherworld.
Of the 100 million martial artists, at least one-third are gifted individuals.
With over 30 million innate abilities, Jiuyou's strength will reach an incredibly terrifying level.
Just as the old fox had said before, even if the remaining Divinity did not condense successfully, the Jiuyou would still be comparable to gods.
The Dharma King murmured, "Isn't the Demon Suppression Hall a bit too overpowered?"
Magician: "Any artifact that isn't oversized? Why don't you take a look at Miss Sword Case first?"
Brother Devour said in a deep voice, "At this time, the Demon Suppression Hall is only Demigod, as the old fox himself said."
Qin Ze frowned.
Thinking about it this way, the Demon Suppression Hall was practically tailor-made for the Jiuyou Netherworlds.
The Demon Suppression Hall, the Jiuyou, and the old fox.
These three elements are indispensable.
Only when they come together can the artificial god Jiuyou be born.
Brother Devour speculated, "Could it be... that the Demon Suppression Hall was deliberately given to the Barbarian Tribe by some Star God?"
Qin Ze looked at Jiuyou, whose entire body was radiating light. "It's not impossible."
Jiuyou is too special. He was born with a divine body and has Partial Divinity. He is simply the perfect protagonist template and the best candidate for villainous possession.
The Mist Lord then said, "Aren't you curious how the Demon Suppression Hall came to be among the Human Race? The Human Race and the Barbarian Tribe are separated by a vast distance of 108,000 miles."
Qin Ze couldn't help but think of the legends of the Northern Territory, the war between the two gods.
If that myth is true, then the one who brought the palace was none other than Jiuyou.
Who is the person standing on the coffin?
Qin Ze remarked, " Human Race are truly a coveted prize, attracting so many contestants from other races here."
In the scene, Jiuyou's fists were clenched tightly, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
As the Fusion progressed, the white light surrounding Jiuyou gradually faded.
Suddenly, wisps of black energy rose from beneath Jiuyou's feet, binding him like soul-snatching chains.
Within the black mist, Qin Ze saw twisted human faces, their expressions filled with venomous resentment and hatred, reaching out their hands to tear at Jiuyou's body.
What the hell is that?
At first glance, Qin Ze thought that Jiuyou had been Miss Devour Devourer.
Qiong, standing beside her, bit her lower lip tightly. "It's resentment, the resentment of tens of millions of martial artists."
" The Demon Suppression Hall not only refines a person's blood and cultivation, but also their resentment from their lifetime."
Qin Ze suddenly realized.
Not every Barbarian Tribe warrior is like the old fox, who has the entire civilization in his heart and is willing to sacrifice himself for its continuation.
Some people were indignant, asking why they should die and why they should become nourishment for the gods to ascend to Jiuyou.
Moreover, there are quite a few people like this.
The white light completely subsided, and the Fusion was complete.
A massive aura, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, erupted from Jiuyou's body, shattering his outer garments.
The Dharma King clicked his tongue in amazement. "A clothing-tearing effect exclusive to the strong... it seems the Jiuyou have been created."
A massive white halo appeared behind Jiuyou, its divine power surging forth in an instant.
White Divine Markings spread from Jiuyou's chest to other parts of his body.
Upon seeing this, Qin Ze frowned immediately. "The same Divine Markings as those White Hair."
That night, he suspected that the Divine Markings that appeared on White Hair's body when he lost control were now confirmed.
It's not just Divine Markings, it's the same Divine Markings as the Jiuyou rune.
Although the Divine Markings may appear at first glance as a jumble of messy lines, like a child's scribbling, each god has its own unique Divine Markings.
This uniqueness is not only reflected in the color, but also in the direction, thickness, and general pattern of the Divine Markings...
The white Divine Markings on White Hair's body were exactly the same as those on Jiuyou's body at this moment.
The Magician clapped his hands suddenly. "I know! It must be the Jiuyou Netherworld Reincarnation, reborn as White Hair loli!"
"Sigh~ I wonder what Mrs. Joan will think when she finds out about this."
White Hair is Constellations, and he's on a secret mission. Now it seems this mission is inextricably linked to the Jiuyou Netherworlds.
Qin Ze murmured to himself, "So this is the president's true intention."
Thinking of this, he suddenly widened his eyes. "Could the person standing on the bronze coffin be the guild leader?"
Qin Ze felt he was very close to the answer.
Jiuyou slowly opened his eyes. The Divine Markings in his eyes were not white, but half black and half white.
The black aura surrounding them did not disappear; instead, it grew thicker and thicker, threatening to completely engulf the Jiuyou.
Qin Ze looked at Qiong: "Is this the accident you were talking about?"
Joan replied, "Only one of them."
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows. "There are other experts?"
"So, before your clan leader created the god, didn't he conduct a few experiments?"
Joan shook her head. "The sample size is too small to be representative."
"Hundreds and thousands of experiments are insignificant compared to hundreds of millions of martial artists."
Qin Ze understood what Qiong meant.
The Demon Suppression Hall has side effects; it's not guaranteed to occur 100%.
The old fox was incredibly lucky; he hadn't encountered anything like it during all those experiments.
Now that hundreds of millions of martial artists have gathered together, it's like a bombshell has been dropped.
" Jiuyou... How does it feel to become a god?"
"Waaaaah... I want to become a god too..."
" Jiuyou, you killed me!"
"Have you become Strange God?"
"First they ate us, will the ordinary people in the tribe be next?"
"..."
Suddenly, blurry figures appeared in the previously empty matchbox-like space. They cursed loudly at the Jiuyou Netherworld in the sky, giving a friendly greeting to all of the Jiuyou Netherworld's ancestors.
Filled with rage, they pounded incessantly on the spatial barrier.
If it weren't for the spatial barrier, they probably would have swarmed forward and torn Jiuyou to pieces long ago.
Seeing this, Qiong said, "This is the biggest surprise, a byproduct of the Demon Suppression Hall's smelting process—a collection of all of a person's dark sides."
Qin Ze seemed to have thought of something, and looked Qiong up and down. "So you're also...?"
Qiong nodded. "That's right, I'm also a byproduct left over from the Demon Suppression Hall's smelting process."
As for the real Joan... she's long dead.