"If I read it correctly, your body has been irreparable damage. Relying on the power of the world, I am afraid that I will not live much time. If I become a god, I can still rely on the power of the kingdom of God to continue to survive."

Hearing that his greatest secret was pointed out, a ray of cold light flashed in the old man's eyes. He stared at Miro, but could not see the slightest flow of energy. He was shocked and replaced the cold light, and then quickly covered it with peace. He bowed and said, "I didn't expect that there would be a god like you in the world. It was too rude to not be able to go out to greet him. As for why there was no god, can the gods now be called gods?"

"It's better if you don't think I'm a bad guest without invitation. As for the gods today, they really cannot be called complete gods."

When Miro said this, his eyes did not fall on the old man at all, but played with the cup in his hand.

"The power of wishes, fear, belief, protection, prayer... Let the faith of the gods and the fear of the monsters rely on the essence of protecting one party to gather on this symbol of the contract signed by a hundred ghosts. This object can be said to be a contract between gods, humans and ghosts, representing the concept of monsters protecting the night. No wonder it became part of the [王]. Did you accidentally create this treasure, or was it condensed with your heart?"

The old man didn't find it strange to Miro's attitude. As an old monster who has lived for nearly a thousand years, the old man himself has seen too many things.

According to the time node corresponding to the giant tree, this old man can be said to have lived from the trunk occupied by Miro until the era corresponding to the roots of the tree. The modern new gods can be said to have been born and grown under his gaze.

The old man was very clear about the limitations of the current gods, so he was naturally unwilling to turn into the incomplete divine way for the sake of the so-called immortality.

Similarly, the old man also knew how terrible the existence of the cup in such a short time was, and more clear about how terrible the consequences of deceiving such an existence would have.

The old man lowered his head and said respectfully: "It was not about creating without intention, but with the help of an Onmyoji."

"That Onmyoji never thought about getting a hand? Although the concept of this cup requires the sincerity to exchange for sincerity and condense the fate on it, in order to mix the power of wishes, fear, belief, protection, and prayer together to make it a [王], he should be able to make connections with you and then influence the existence of [王], and finally, with the help of [王] as a springboard, he should be the right to be a god. But I don't seem to see any trace of the god on [王]?"

Mira raised her head, looked at the old man, and listened to her explanation: "In that case, this [王] will probably become a part of the Shinto."

When saying this, a faint divine light appeared on Miro's fingertips, surrounding the cup like vines, taking its corresponding concept of [王] into control, and adding a layer of protective measures.

The old man lowered his head, his breath became a little illusory. Milu chuckled: "Flowers in the mirror, moon in the water? It's true that he is a slippery ghost. Even when communicating with the high position, he doesn't forget to look for opportunities. But for me, your breath is too obvious."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and gently whipped it, and ripples appeared in the void around him. The old man in front of Milu turned into blue smoke and disappeared. His true body appeared on his left hand. The blade had been unsheathed, trying to cut off Milu's hand holding the cup.

"You don't have to worry. I don't have the idea of ​​incorporating [王] into Shinto, I just want to make it a little more stable. After all, this separation is the best choice for the current situation." Miro took two steps forward and returned a little more cups to the old man. At the same time, he gently tapped his fingers on the back, and a little bit of inspiration appeared, and wisps of black air evaporated out.

The old man knew that the cup was more stable at the moment he bought it, and there was no other thing to do. The inspiration that emerged from behind made him feel that his body had put down some burden, and the heart and lungs that had been seized in his chest were also repaired.

"Um?"

Milu frowned slightly. He found that he seemed to underestimate the old man's problem. The other party's injury was not simply a snatch of organs, but another conceptual injury. He whispered: "Is your injury an impact of [curse]?"

"I am worthy of being an ancient god. I can see my problem at a glance. My injury comes from the shadow clothes that fell from the incarnation of the Hell girl, the incarnation of the [curse]. So, you don't have to waste your time. I can get a moment of relaxation. I'm already, wait... how can I..."

The old man was trying to persuade Miluo not to waste his power, but with the prosperity of the spirit, the old man only felt that the heart and lungs in his body began to rebirth, and the power lost due to the disappearance of the heart and lungs gradually returned.

The old man's body began to grow rapidly, and from his original short appearance to a handsome young man. Under his eyes, a unique pattern similar to a divine pattern appeared. The back of his head, which was like a melon pulp, was also covered with long golden, white and black hair.

The huge demonic power rose from the young man's body, causing whirlwinds to sweep around. The monsters in the buildings were inspired, releasing their demonic power, turning into a dark cloud to cover the surroundings, and a night walk ceremony of hundreds of ghosts covering the entire city was completed instantly.

The powerful force attracted the attention of the people and gods who practiced around them.

"general!"

"General Manager!"

"First generation!"

"grandfather!"

One by one, a hundred ghosts appeared one by one. He stood in the air under the leadership of a slip-headed ghost who looked quite similar to the young old man. Standing on the building, their breath was solid and their eyes were sharp, and they could attack at any time.

When they saw the old man's new appearance, they all showed surprise and joy, and the ghosts fell down one after another and started dancing.

"Haha, although I don't really want to interrupt your high emotions, should the slippery ghost tell me what the shadow clothes fell by the hell girl?" Miro's voice attracted the eyes of the ghosts again, and obvious vigilance appeared in his eyes.

But before everyone took action, the elderly slim ghost scolded the surrounding ghosts: "Don't lose etiquette in front of the noble guests."

Then, he respectfully said to Milo: "Thank you for your help."

For the gratitude of the slippery ghost, Miro maintained the posture of an ancient god in the eyes of outsiders. After looking back, he said: "This is your reward for [火] and [火]. Now I just want to know what happened to the shadow clothes that the hell girl fell down?"

The slippery ghost looked around and asked the ghosts to retreat.

"general!"

"General Manager!"

"First generation!"

The hundred ghosts naturally didn't want to. Milu raised his hand and said, "There is no need to hide it in front of me. Even if there is a problem, I can suppress it. By the way, is this half demon next to you your descendant?"

As he spoke, Miro's eyes fell on the young slip-headed ghost.

"Yes, this is my grandson Lu Sheng."

"Sheng Lu? Come forward."

Milu raised his hand, and the slippery ghost named Lu Sheng took two steps forward involuntarily. The ghosts were furious and wanted to take action, but were stopped by their general.

"The shemale man is mixed with blood, but he can uphold good intentions. He is a good child. I helped your grandfather recover from his injuries, damaged your status, and lost most of the [fear] character that originally condensed. What compensation do you want?"

Lu Sheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and was about to say that Miro saved his grandfather, and he should be grateful. But the old man who thought he knew some ancient gods knew that these gods often said they were asking questions, but in fact they were just notifications. Once they violated their ideas, they would be easily punished. Before the grandson spoke, he came first: "Lu Sheng, don't you thank the gods?"

Although Lu Sheng didn't know why his grandfather spoke, he also vaguely noticed the problem and said in silence for a moment: "I don't lack anything. If I have to compensate, I hope everyone can be safe."

"What a simple and troublesome wish."

Milu chuckled and looked at Lu Sheng and said, "For ordinary people, the easiest way to realize this wish is to seek protection, but you should not want to obtain their protection. Well, I will give you some small help."

As he said that, Miluo tapped Lu Sheng's eyebrows with his fingers, and his spirituality gathered between Miluo.

The corresponding information corresponding to the lord of the ghosts and monsters that were condensed in Fusang and other places in the past emerged in the spiritual nature and turned into blessings and blessings on Lu Sheng, giving him a person that was almost a god.

The ghosts, who were a little restless because of the old man's obstruction, showed horror expressions. They felt that their power was really flowing towards the landing life without control.

"It's really an amazing means."

The old man who also saw the changes in it widened his eyes slightly, then expressed his gratitude to Miro and revealed everything he knew.

"As far as I know, the girl in Hell is one of the few ghosts and gods who still exist in the world. She travels back and forth between the world and hell. By collecting people's resentment, she lets her soul fall into hell and comforts Yin Xienamei, who is increasingly angry. But the resentment of the angry Mother God day after day also makes the girl in hell miserable. She has to bury the resentment in the shadow again and again, and then cut off the shadow. Through this self-torture method, the anger and resentment of the Mother God."

When Lu Sheng heard his grandfather's words, he widened his eyes. In his cognition, shadows can also be regarded as the residence of the soul and a way for people to reveal their spirituality. Ghosts and gods do not have shadows according to principles. Condensing shadows and cutting off shadows, the pain must be not low. Moreover, according to his grandfather's words, the other party has done this more than once.

"Because of cutting off one's shadow again and again, the power of the hell girl has also weakened. Part of the concept of [curse] has also flowed into the human world and turned into all kinds of strange things. I wonder if it can be called monsters. Those cut off shadows were somehow obtained by a tragic death of the demon fox. She swallowed the shadows, turned into her tail, and obtained the ability to reincarnate, and thought she was Ampe Qingming's mother, trying to reborn Ampe Qingming."

"Wait, grandpa, so the feather-in-law fox is not Amber Qingming's mother, and it is not Amber Qingming who wants to give birth to?"

Lu Sheng hurriedly interrupted his grandfather's words. He didn't expect that the feather-in-clothed fox he was about to face was not Amber Qingming's mother. The slim ghost looked at Miluo first. Seeing that he had no reaction, he shook his head to his grandson and said, "It's true that the feather-in-clothed fox is not Amber Qingming's mother, but the monster she wanted to give birth to is probably Ampe Qingming?"

As he said that, the slippery ghost pointed to his chest and said, "When I stopped the monster from coming to the world, he had not made a sound, but he just recited my name, which made me unable to move. Then the tail of the feather-clothed fox took its internal organs and grew old. My body could not recover, because the tail of the feather-clothed fox was transformed by the shadow of the hell girl, which was derived from the power of the [curse]."

The slippery ghost raised the cup in his hand again and said, "If I hadn't relied on the wine in the cup over the years, I would have been eroded to death."

"Hell girl, Ampe Seimei?"

Miluo narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Lu Sheng again, and said, "It seems that I am destroying your [fear] character and interfering with your fate."

"What's the meaning?"

Lu Sheng frowned, but the old man next to him vaguely guessed the reason and said with a smile: "If the Lord God wants to attack the Feather-in-law Fox, just do it. The relationship between our family and the Feather-in-law Fox can be considered immortal. If the Lord God can send him to hell, we would like to thank you."

Lu Sheng, who understood the old man's meaning, nodded in agreement, and even said that if Mirao killed the feather-clothed fox, his friends would definitely worship Mirao. Such words made Mirao laugh out loud: "I don't need that kind of thing. I have already obtained the things I need, so I won't stay for a long time. I hope that by seeing you next time, you have successfully condensed the person of the Lord of Ghosts and Monsters."

After saying that, Miro looked at the sky, felt it carefully, and whispered: "There is no era tree around the location? No, it should have been consciously pulled out."

Based on the connection, Miro sensed the location of the feather-clothed fox. After not realizing the suitable location, he tried to interfere with the roots of the tree from the trunk and build a new foothold, but it also had no effect.

This is obviously someone who consciously blocks his arrival, so that the cause and condition cannot be changed, creating suitable opportunities.

This also allowed Miluo to see more of the laws and principles of the world and the law.

"Well, since you can't come directly, let's take a detour!"

After the words fell, a light of inspiration appeared under Miluo's feet, holding his body up in the air, flying towards the city where the feather-clothed fox is located.

The moment it took off, there was also a divine light that ordinary people could not see rising up. From a distance, it looked like a big sun rising from the horizon. The sun shines on the sky with a bright and warm golden red. At the same time, this light shines with the bright moon hanging above the sky, forming a beautiful scene of the sun and the moon in the sky in the eyes of hundreds of ghosts and practitioners.

At the same time, wherever its light passes, all [miasma] is suppressed, negative forces begin to dissipate, and concepts such as [wish], [wish], [direct] are improved.

Some of the demons contaminated with [Miscity] or relied on [Miscity] turned into ashes under the light, while Lu Sheng was shining by the light and returned to the appearance of an ordinary person. He looked at his body and felt the still-rolling demonic power in his body, as well as the more pure aura. He couldn't help but look at the grandfather beside him, and the more pure aura of the ghosts, and said in surprise: "Grandpa, who is this person?"

The old man did not answer immediately. He picked up the gun and took a sip, slowly exhaled the smoke ring, shrugged and said, "I thought I had guessed his identity, but now I don't know. But compared to who he is, I think we should have a banquet first! Celebrate the happy event we encountered today."

Hearing this, the hundreds of ghosts next to him immediately cheered and supported the grandfather and grandson to walk into the building.
Chapter completed!