Chapter 947 Attacking Jesus

"Shopkeeper, didn't you say that a fishing line can only be hung with one hook?"

Seeing the astonished expression on Hong Yi's face, Shi Hao laughed.

One fishhook is fishing, and two fishhooks are also fishing. Multiple hooks have a higher chance of catching prey. Not everyone is like Zhou Yang. Just throwing it anywhere is the palace of a great emperor of the Demon Race.

They are likely to be still in a wilderness with few people. They want to catch prey and set up a few more baits, hoping to be much bigger.

"no problem."

Hong Yi nodded slightly. For him, refining a few more fishhooks was something that could be done easily.

Hong Yi and his group were refining fishing tools, and other customers of Wanjie Building quickly refined their own fishing tools. On the white clouds, there were figures of refining tools everywhere.

There are also many people who have the same idea as Shi Hao, and have refined many fishhooks, but the consumption of fishing line is also astonishing, which is a hundred times or a thousand times that of the original.

"Where am I?"

Kusta, a Demon Race in the realm of the Demon King, was lying on the ground with a pale face and a deep sense of panic in his eyes.

He never thought that someone could kidnap the Demon Emperor in front of him without even giving the Demon Emperor time to react.

Moreover, he found that the people around him were too strange.

Not only are they dressed strangely, but they are also burning something with fire one by one.

The world after ascension is a pure martial arts world, except for a few Dharma cultivators, there are no alchemists and weapon refiners.

Before Fengyun Wuji ascended to Taikoo, the people of Taikoo used endless years to polish their inner strength.

Often this strong person has internal strength of several million years, and that emperor-level strong person has internal strength of tens of millions of years.

Generally, the comparison of the strength of a cultivator is based on the depth of internal strength.

"Are they fishing?"

When the people in Wanjielou refined fishing tools one after another and entered the fishing state, Kusta paled and thought of something.

"How can this be?"

Kusta yelled in his heart, he seemed to be fished up by someone.

What do these people think of the noble demons, fish that people can fish for?

He is a high-level demon clan, a high-level demon clan in the realm of the demon king, who eats at least one ancient human being for every meal, how can he be a fish that is slaughtered by others?

"You people play with the noble demons like this, the Lord God will definitely not let you go."

Kusta yelled in his heart, because he found that his body couldn't move at all, let alone speak, and could only scan the surrounding people with angry and terrified eyes.

At the same time, a trace of regret rose in Kusta's heart, why he didn't think of this way to play with humans.

If I think of this perfect entertainment method, I am afraid that I will become famous in the entire devil world.

After all, apart from torturing and devouring the human race, the demons can't think of other ways to play with the human race.

"These people are not demons, nor are they angels. What race are they?"

After endless panic, Kusta gradually calmed down, scanning the crowd around him.

Most of these people are humanoid creatures, and their bodies are almost exactly the same as those of the ancient humans.

"Apart from the human race, are there other races that look similar to the ancient human race?"

Kusta admits that there are several peak powerhouses in the ancient human race, and their strength is unparalleled, but that is only a small number of ancient human races. delicacies.

If there were really so many strong people in the ancient human race, how could they allow the demons and angels to oppress the ancient human race.

"The creature caught by the shopkeeper seems to be at the fifth or sixth level. If I can catch three or four such creatures in the past three days, I will be satisfied."

"A fifth-level creature, no matter what, costs a few thousand spirit points. If you catch four fifth-level creatures in three days, you won't be rich yet."

"Tell me what kind of situation the high-level world below is like,

The owner even allowed us to fish at will. "

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After Kusta calmed down, he found that his hearing was not restricted, and he could clearly hear the subtle sounds around him.

"Who are these people?"

The more Kusta listened, the more frightened he became, and the more he listened, the more frightened he became. He understood a profound truth. The more you know, the more dangerous you are.

From the conversations of these people around him, he faintly felt that this was a world that might be beyond the control of the main god, and he had no chance of escaping.

"I heard nothing."

Kusta would rather not know anything now, and dare not listen any more, and just wait on the ground and pretend to be dead.

But the more he didn't want to hear it, the more clearly he could hear the surrounding voices, as if the divine thunder was exploding, and every word and every word stopped in his ears.

"It's been a long time since I've been so relaxed."

Not far away, the leaders of various forces in Wanjielou sat around and talked with smiles on their faces.

"Headmaster Kong heard that your Confucian disciples have nearly 3,000 disciples, and you can be called the largest sect in Wanjielou."

Confucius, Sweeping Monk, Mozi, Han Feizi, who came from hundreds of families in the mortal world, also belonged to a specific trading circle in Wanjielou, but it was not these people who asked questions, not Jesus, who was born in conflict with these Huaxia sects. .

There are naturally some contradictions between the Chinese sects and the Western sects.

Even after entering the Wanjie Building, the two sides still have a certain degree of hostility.

"Confucianism is just a place to learn. Although there are some disciples, how dare you call it the number one sect in Wanjielou?"

Confucius' face remained unchanged.

As more and more worlds are connected by Wanjielou, any power in Wanjielou will no longer dare to pretend to be the number one power in Wanjielou.

Confucianism can at most be regarded as a high-level force in Wanjielou. If you pretend to be the number one force in Wanjielou, not to mention how the top forces in Wanjielou will think of Confucianism, even Mohism, Yinyang School and other forces that have a good relationship with Confucianism. Will be heartbroken.

"Jesus is the real saint. I heard that your sect spreads all over the connected world of Wanjielou. It is omnipotent. It is easy to investigate the information of anyone in Wanjielou."

Xunzi, who was sitting next to Confucius, said with a smile on his face, and his tone was full of admiration, as if he really admired the sect of Jesus from the bottom of his heart.

"Okay, everyone should be calm. Why don't you compare the fishing harvest this time? I, Muhammad, took out three enshrined Korans, and bet that I got the most fishing by myself."

"Every Qur'an contains the power of faith, which can suppress some evil spirits."

Muhammad said slowly, the sects of the Huaxia sect have many people, and in verbal confrontation, they lose more than they win, arguing with Confucius and the others is simply asking for trouble.

"sure."

Confucius and others naturally had no reason to refuse.

Both Jesus and Muhammad's eyes revealed a hint of conspiracy success. Both of them rented the top fairy weapon of Wanjielou to subdue their prey.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Confucius and the others also entered the fishing state, and suddenly there was a sound of the fishing line breaking, which rang non-stop on the white clouds.

"It seems that everyone is not well prepared?"

There was a smile on the corner of Muhammad's mouth. He was well prepared, and he might be able to come out on top in this fishing celebration.

Jesus on the side gracefully threw out the fishing rod in his hand, and the hook floated down to the post-ascension world, in a palace of three pairs of seraphs in heaven.

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