I Got Stronger By Using Copper Coins Until I Am Invincible

As for replacing the attributes lost by the strong scattered, Gong Ziliang no longer cares about it.

The big deal is the next time you make a shot, let Yiyi increase it on one side.

Put away the "green devil suit", Wuzhiqi behind him, and those clones disappeared instantly.

Immediately, Young Master Liang glanced over the imperial city, which had been reduced to scorched earth and ruins, and fell further afield.

Just now he and Wuzhiqi had a fight.

The rain between heaven and earth is getting bigger and bigger with the naked eye!

Except for the rain of blood.

Gong Ziliang was able to see traces of black matter falling from the dark clouds that rained down blood through the "Broken Golden Eye".

Along with the blood rain, it fell on the ground, flowed into the depths of the ground, attached to the air of the earth veins, and began to destroy the vitality of the land.

Looking at this scene, Young Master Liang's mood suddenly became heavy.

Those black substances are very similar to the curse of heaven in his soul before.

With the law of the sword he has mastered, it is not difficult to clear some of them.

But the problem is that this blood rain has too much coverage.

Gong Ziliang extended his consciousness to the limit, covering thousands of miles, but he still didn't find the end.

Moreover, Gong Ziliang understands that these black substances are due to the divine condemnation from the fall of the gods.

The source is not in the world, but in the sky.

Unless you can go to the upper realm and solve the problem of the source.

Otherwise, just removing the black matter that falls with the rain of blood can only cure the symptoms and not the root cause.

shook his head.

Gong Ziliang took back several artifact spirits and put Wuzhiqi's body into his backpack.

This is the demon body of a monster in the Heavenly God Realm, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is full of treasures.

After cleaning the battlefield, Young Master Liang dived into the Space Orb.

Before Mo Zhongtian left, he gave himself a storage ring.

There is one billion taels of gold collected from all over the Monet Dynasty by Mo Zhongtian during this period.

Next, Gong Ziliang will use it to exchange it into ingots, and then raise it again.

Gong Ziliang stepped into the space orb with his forefoot.

A wisp of black aura slowly rose from under the scorched earth on the ground.

It soon turned into boundless black magic fire and spread on the ground.

The fire center.

A vortex quickly condensed and formed, giving birth to a terrifying aura.

It seems that some terrifying creature is about to break through the vortex and come to this world...

...

The blood rain had been falling for half an hour, but it still did not stop.

In Tongcheng, countless houses collapsed and people were displaced.

There are only a few who can find a big family and temporarily shelter from the wind and rain.

The vast majority of the remaining people can only be left to the wind and rain.

However, this blood rain is not ordinary rain.

Drenched on the body, at first, those people just felt itchy skin.

A slight scratch, the skin was scratched unexpectedly.

The naked flesh and blood, once again drenched in blood, rotted away, revealing the white bones inside.

Those people were terrified when they discovered the abnormality.

Screaming and rushed to the officials in the city.

The prefect yamen, the door is closed.

The yamen who used to show off their power in the streets and alleys, through the cracks in the door, saw the city residents outside, festering and terrifying like a corpse.

All of them clung to the killing stick tightly, with a horrified expression on their pale faces.

Suddenly, behind the screen in the inner hall, a figure wearing an official robe came out with a grim expression.

"Open the door and bring in the villagers."

Hearing the order of the prefect, the yamen were immediately frightened.

Let those people outside come in?

Don't the prefects know that once those refugees attack the yamen and spread it out, how much will it affect his reputation?

But.

Looking at the majestic faces of the prefect, those yamen sighed in their hearts before pulling the bolt open.

Countless figures with naked clothes rushed in.

"Ahhh...my face."

"Master, please help."

"Wozi, what's wrong with you, baby?"

Howling sounded everywhere.

Fortunately, what reassured the yamen was that the people did not lose their minds.

After rushing in, he knelt down in front of the prefect in an orderly manner.

The prefect's throat was blocked.

Full of financial resources, when he saw that the people under his rule were tortured by this **** rain, he was speechless and choked for a while.

Immediately.

The prefect raised his head and looked towards the sky.

His eyes were cut off by the heavy rain curtain.

"Heaven is not benevolent, what is the common man!"

After the prefect gritted his teeth, he looked at the yamen, "Quickly invite the doctors in the city to treat the injuries for the elders and villagers."

"Also, ask the monks in the city to take action and see if they can..."

The prefect is giving orders to those yamen.

Suddenly, the silhouettes of monks rose up from all over the city.

Or pinch the seal by hand, or activate the magic weapon, to move the continuous spiritual energy into pieces, turning it into a spiritual canopy, blocking the sky above the city.

see this scene.

The corners of those yamen's eyes suddenly became wet.

"What are you doing stunned?"

"Don't hurry up to open the treasury and send the spirit stones and medicinal pills to the major families!"

"Send another group of people out of the city. There are still a lot of people there. How much can be saved?"

After the prefect finished speaking, those yamen suddenly reacted, stepping on the puddle of blood and rain with one deep foot and one shallow foot, and quickly ran out of the government office.

Looking at the sky above the city, the monks used their spiritual energy to support the people.

On the tense face of the prefect, there was a smile like the sunlight that pushed aside the dark clouds, and he said softly: "The heaven is not benevolent, the people are lucky!"

At this moment.

Fourteen states of Monet's dynasty.

Like Tongcheng, one city and one state can be seen everywhere.

The practitioners of the major families, regardless of consumption, exerted their spiritual energy, holding up the blood rain that fell from the sky.

There are also countless sect cultivators who walked out of the sects in the deep mountains and the world.

After coming to these cities, the monks silently found their positions and cast out auras that covered the sky and the sun.

On the ground, those ordinary people who did not practice cultivation were not idle either.

Under the leadership of major families and officials, they dredged the blood-filled river in the city.

Just those city residents and monks, working together to deal with this natural disaster.

Some rumors spread from the streets.

"Have you heard that this blood rain is because our monarch offended the gods!"

"No, I heard that His Majesty was deceived by a traitor. Not long ago, the government set up an ancestral hall for us to worship. He... killed a god!"

"Hey...how is it possible? Not to mention where the gods of our Monet Dynasty came from. Let's just say that the prince... the prince is good, right? He is only a mortal, how could he kill a god?"

"Forget it if you don't believe it, I believe it anyway."

...

As more and more rumors spread, the cities spread like a plague.

People's hearts began to waver...

Tongcheng.

Some people gathered outside the ancestral hall in the city.

Knowing the situation, the prefect of Tongcheng, who had just sent away several clan heads, could not help but wrinkle his brows.

He was keenly aware that there must be an invisible force that was fueling the flames.

But the problem is.

At this time, what is the purpose of that power releasing such rumors?