At the same time, Li Hao was also a little confused.

Although the Heavenly Liberation is strict, is the damage caused by the arrival of the Netherworld really better than the Heavenly Liberation?

Li Hao has never seen the mountains and seas of the present and cannot give a definite answer.

But he knew one thing, when the Netherworld came, the Central World would become a complete ruin. For the countless creatures in this world, the future is not the so-called peace and justice, but a huge disaster, a disaster that lasted for hundreds of thousands of years.

Just as Li Hao was in deep thought, there was a change on the stage.

The execution platform floated in the air, with three people on it.

A creature that looks like a large mouse is about a meter long.

Its fiery red fur, red eyes, and slightly rounded head not only makes people feel evil, but instead gives people a pitiful look.

One is a humanoid creature with fine blue scales on the upper body, about three meters tall.

The last one is Cangjie.

The executioner is a tall monkey with golden retrievers. He is about a ham tall and strong, and his golden hair is like gold casting, majestic and sacred.

The golden monkey came to the execution platform and looked at the three of them and showed cruel smiles.

He held something like a jade slip in his hand, and there was a stream of light shining on it.

"The red-haired rat, who steals the nobles' source coins, is unforgivable and is sentenced to death."

The red-haired mouse said in a hurry, "No, I didn't, that was what I picked up on the road."

"Bang."

The golden-haired monkey looked cold and a thunder blasted out casually, instantly blasting the red-haired mouse to severely injured.

He spitted and said disdainfully: "Bah, even if the nobles' things are lost or lost, they are not something you guys can touch. The bad guys should stay in the bad guys' place. Who told you to go out on the streets for nothing?"

"Haha, you're good at fighting, these dirty bastards are annoyed."

"If you kill, kill, you will dare to talk to the executioner like this, and you will not know how to live or die."

The crowd cheered, not feeling sorry for the culprit of the Red-haired Rat, or thought there was something wrong with the judgment.

In their opinion, the lowly person who picked up the aristocrats was a death sentence, and he deserved to die.

How can the sacred nobles be defiled by the lowly race?

The golden monkey had expected the reaction below and showed a satisfied smile on her face.

He took a step forward, walked to the humanoid creatures, and said calmly: "Zhang Lan, a yellow-level low-class person, and a member of the Qinglin tribe, was sentenced to death for contradicting the nobles."

Zhang Lan looked cold and said nothing.

The golden-retriever monkey sneered, and without saying too much, he walked directly to the last person, Cangjie.

"Cangjie, a human race, was sentenced to death by the noble chariot and was sentenced to death, and his crimes were not subject to pardon."

Cangjie's eyes drooped slightly, making people unable to see what they were thinking.

He was in a bad mood, very bad.

But it was not for himself, but for the concern of the human race to create great things, and for the friends below, he had already seen acquaintances below.

Nuwa once said that Cangjie is indispensable for creating characters.

This is not because Cangjie is competent. The biggest reason is that only Cangjie knows the secret of human characters creation.

The words and explanations that have been created are all in Cangjie's soul.

Once Cangjie dies, it means that the human race’s hard work for thousands of years will be broken.

If you want to complete the great work of creating characters again, you need to reorganize and compile the previous information, which is an extremely tedious process.

The reason why it is only preserved in Cangjie's soul is to prevent the secret of creating characters from being discovered by the Heavenly Court, so the top leaders of the human race kept this matter extremely strictly confidential.

Cangjie is the highest person in charge of the character creation action and the only person in charge.

This matter will not be made public before everything is ready, and perhaps never will be made public. Even among the human race, only a few people know the secret of making words.

They cannot allow errors in the task of creating characters and uncontrollable changes.

But no one expected that Cangjie would have an accident while going out to find materials.

This is also the reason why Nuwa led the team in person. She could not watch something happen to Cangjie, at least she brought back the secret of creating characters after Cangjie's death.

After finishing the three of them's guilt, the Golden Retriever Monkey took a step back and glanced at the three of them, and said to himself: "Now, as long as you shout loudly that you are a lowly person, I will give you a pleasure."

The three of them changed slightly and did not speak.

Being humiliated is a lowly person, and it is completely different from admitting that he is a lowly person. At this time, when he heard the executioner's words, the three of them couldn't help but feel sincere anger and sadness.

"Scream, shout quickly."

"Haha, I was the first to shout out the red-haired mouse."

"I bet on that human race is the first to admit it."

"I bet that there are some low-class people who can survive three thunder whips."

"Come on, it's open, buy it and leave it alone, buy it and leave it alone."

The onlookers were in joy, which was completely different from the atmosphere on the stage.

They either shouted excitedly, wanting to see the surrender and despair of the three, or are excited to engage in gambling entertainment activities.

Noisy, noisy sounds, excitement, like a carnival crowd like gods and ghosts.

Li Hao looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help feeling extremely ridiculous and ridiculous.

Because among the onlookers, there are mostly so-called lowly people and civilians, and the real nobles will not be crowded with them at all.

But these so-called creatures of the same kind and level are the biggest audiences and advocates of this sin carnival.

"absurd."

Li Hao's face was gloomy.

Nuwa sneered and said calmly: "It's ridiculous, it's not ridiculous at all. This is reality, it's the real world.

You are born noble, how can you understand the lives of our low-level creatures?

Why do you think they were involved in this carnival? They just wanted to see blood and killing. No, they had to come, and they had to come. Because someone had to come to witness the majesty of the Heavenly Order and the inviolability of the nobles.

They may have been spectators and merciful people at first, but now they are revelers, puppets of losing their hearts.”

Li Hao was completely silent.

What did Nuwa go through to explain a crazy thing with such a calm attitude? How many tragedies have she seen before to maintain an incredible calm in the face of such a tragedy, and even think that this is just a very ordinary thing!

When it is a tragedy, a tragedy, it is regarded as normal and as something that is not worth a pity.

How distorted has this world been?

Li Hao didn't know, but the scene in front of him gave him a new understanding of the darkness of the heavenly court.

Behind the glorious glory of the upper level of the bloodline hierarchy is unimaginable blood and horror.

This is the glory built on hundreds of millions of low-level creatures and on endless corpses.

Li Hao doesn't want to criticize anything, nor is he qualified to criticize anything.

But when he saw the human race being treated like a livestock and was destroyed like an ant, he couldn't help feeling a little heavy, angry and sad.

How many humiliation and war did the ancient ancestors experience before reaching the height of later generations?

On the punishment platform, the three people's expressions changed. In the carnival of onlookers and under the cold eyes of the golden monkey, some people were the first to bear the pressure.

The red-haired mouse's eyes were closed, and bloody tears flowed down. He shouted in grief and anger and powerlessly: "The red-haired mouse is a low-class species, and the red-haired mouse is a low-class species. It is a low-class species..."

Its voice was hoarse and powerless.

That is an accusation of this era and a helplessness towards one's own identity.

The golden monkey laughed loudly, unable to say anything rampant, unspeakable satisfaction and complacent.

His eyes turned and he looked at Zhang Lan and Cangjie, with fierce light flashing in it.

Zhang Lan's expression finally changed slightly under the gaze of the golden monkey. His eyes dodged and he did not dare to look at each other.

"Bang."

The golden monkey held the void and a whip turned into thunder appeared in his hand. He whipped it suddenly and whipped it at Zhang Lan.

The thunder flashed like a sharp divine weapon, instantly tearing the scales on Zhang Lan's chest apart.

Grotting blood flowed out, dyeing half of his body blood.

The most terrifying thing is that a large number of rasers did not dissipate, circling and tangling in his wounds, and even penetrated deep into his internal organs, which was extremely terrifying.

"ah!"

Zhang Lan finally couldn't stand it and couldn't help but let out a shrill wail.

"I said, I said, Zhang Lan is a lowly race, and the Qinglin clan is a lowly race."

The golden monkey whipped another casually and sneered: "The lowly species is the lowly species. If you don't whip, you won't know your identity."
To be continued...