Ameng opened her mouth, gave up the human argument, and turned to another question that was close to God: "If you are not crazy, you are a human. Does extraordinary mean you must be crazy?"

"In a world where the underlying rules are full of chaos, distortion and madness, being extraordinary means becoming a monster that can collapse at any time. Even a true god cannot escape madness."

Luo Feng smiled and said: "Believers need to form an anchor of faith to fix themselves and avoid madness. You have Amon's memory, so you should know it."

"What about the Creator?" Ameng asked solemnly, "Is he also crazy?"

The creator in Ameng's mouth is not the ancient sun god Big Daddy, but the original creator who fell asleep after creating the universe, and whose body transformed into source matter and extraordinary characteristics.

He is the pinnacle of all extraordinary things and the attribution of the source of matter. If even the Creator, the Creator, cannot avoid falling into madness, then this universe will be too desperate.

"Haha, the original creator." Luo Feng smiled mysteriously and said meaningfully: "The true god needs believers as anchors to fix himself and avoid madness. If the creator is crazy, what does he need?"

"If the original Creator resurrects, will he hope that he will be crazy, or will he hope that he will wake up?"

Ah Meng stood there as if he had been struck by lightning. His expression fluctuated for the first time on a large scale. He seemed to understand something and murmured to himself: "We are all anchors."

From the extraordinary in sequence 9 to demigods, to angels, to true gods, to the old days, the madness they bear comes from the original, and the extraordinary comes from the original, digesting the original madness, becoming part of the original, and becoming his anchor.

"It's not about mastering, it's about digesting."

"It's not digging, it's acting."

"The name of the potion is not only a symbol, but also an image, and it is also the 'key' to digestion."

Luo Feng tapped the green tiles on the eaves, played a rhythmic ditty, and said leisurely: "I have explained everything at the beginning. The person who first proposed the acting method must have been in contact with the original, is it Tianzun, or God? Or maybe

Some guy who is lucky and unlucky at the same time."

Fortunately, he can contact the Creator. Unfortunately, this Creator is a little perverted, and this universe is not normal.

In the normal universe of gods, it is a great fate for a mortal to come into contact with the Creator. It is not surprising to become a Divine Highness or even a Force Majesty due to the turning of historical trends.

In this universe, it is normal for mortals to contact the Creator and become a twisted and writhing blood clot, turning into sticky and crazy tentacles.

Ameng took a deep breath, digested a large amount of information, tried his best to suppress something and asked: "What about you?"

Luo Feng chuckled and said, "I told you a long time ago that I am an alien god."

Just as innate and innate are different, so are external gods and external gods.

"It's a bit far out here." Perhaps because the amount of information today was a bit large, Ah Meng actually learned a joke.

Luo Feng said seriously: "All gods who were not born on the earth in this universe can be called external gods. There is nothing wrong in understanding it literally."

"You are so funny." Ah Meng said calmly.

"What's the difference between a person who doesn't understand humor and a curly-haired baboon?" Luo Feng shook his head, and the tune on his fingertips changed to a different rhythm, cheerful and exciting, reminding people of youth and beauty.

Ah Meng felt that there was something. He found a fragment of the ancient sun god singing from his memory. His expression changed slightly and asked: "Does this song have a name?"

The ancient sun god liked art songs and often performed them, but never mentioned his name, origin, or background, and was unwilling to touch things from the old era.

"You can call it Katyusha." Luo Feng smiled slightly and hummed a unique tune, as if he had returned to a country where he could fight polar bears.

“Расцветалияблонии груши…”

Ameng was fascinated for a moment and listened carefully, so on the eaves in the early morning, an alien god dared to make friends, a saint dared to learn, and a piece of music that spanned several eras came to the planet again.

The flags that sang loudly in the past are deeply buried, and the notes that are flying today have not yet jumped. Everything is brewing in silence.

Extraordinary people not only strengthened their physical bodies, but also strengthened their mental strength. After a while, Ameng learned a song in style.

"Not bad, not bad." Luo Feng listened quietly, smiled happily, and applauded generously with both hands: "After learning this, you are a qualified Ameng who will be of great use in the future."

Ah Meng showed a puzzled expression in cooperation, how useful is it? A song that doesn’t involve any extraordinary knowledge, what usefulness can it have?!

Luo Feng smiled and said nothing, hummed a folk tune, and walked away: "Go home often, go home often..."

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Compared with the extraordinary secrecy of the Eastern Continent, the Three Saints' Ceremony of the Western Continent is much more upright. On the one hand, it is an official organization, and on the other hand, the talismans come from the source material.

Power comes from the source of matter, and pollution also comes from the source of matter. High-sequences may be risky, but medium and low-sequences are rarely contaminated. They are much higher than the evil heretics who swallowed the magic potion alive.

Therefore, the people of the Western Continent regard the conferment of the Three Saints as a carp leaping over the dragon gate and honoring their ancestors. It is not forbidden to watch the ceremony, but it is like a festival promotion to encourage believers to worship the Three Saints.

In the altar, there are statues of the three saints, which are not human bodies, but symbolized by symbols.

When the altar was opened to consecrate the urn, under the guidance of the ceremonial guards such as the master of ceremonies and banners, banners and banners, the Taoist priests who consecrated the urn welcomed the three dignitaries in the palace, walked to the altar, and took their seats one by one.

The leader of the three is a woman. She is wearing a plain white Taoist robe, with long hair hanging down her shoulders, and a beautiful face. Only the pure white color of her eyes gives people an ethereal and unpredictable charm.

On the left is an old, fat man with a very kind face. He is wearing a white academic uniform with many patterns of electrical appliances and refrigerators on it.

On the right is a majestic man about 1.8 meters tall with a serious face, looking at the core order of the audience.

The Taoist Academy, the Academy, and the Royal Family are three pillars of the alliance, and they are also an alliance dedicated to the Three Saints.

The lady in white raised her hand, and the officials played music, sang songs, drummed, struck bells, and beat gongs, all forming a strange rhythm.

He shouted: "One scorching fire can burn all things. How can fire exist when things perish? One breath of Tao can destroy all things. Where can Tao exist when things perish?"

The following disciples who were preparing to give the ceremony were well prepared and responded according to the rehearsal: "It is the living and the dead who gather and disperse in one breath. There is neither life nor death, and people are planning to call life and death."

"My life and death are like the hands of a horse and the wings of an ox. They never existed and will never exist again!"

Between the questions and answers, the sefirot began to respond to the prayers.

The ceremony officer on one side placed chicken blood, sheep bones, lard, swan feathers...many spiritual items as media.

Among the fluctuations, only disciples who have insight into the spiritual world can feel it. According to the lighting levels of the sympathetic gods, the karma diagrams above light up one after another, reflecting the source of essence, and finally embarking on the extraordinary road.

Zhang Zhixuan has stepped into the extraordinary, and then he peeks into the spiritual world, and a wave of manipulation reverses cause and effect.

It is comparable to a detective divining the truth and then deducing the process in reverse.

In the midst of the tepid situation, the thirty disciples in the room were all sympathetic to the gods. Their grades were high and low, which symbolized the degree of favor they received from the Sefirot, and some symbolized their future authority in the Sefirot.

Zhang Zhixuan chose to befriend one of the seventh-grade guardian Huang Lingshen, who belongs to the Key of Light deity.

Just like the previous awards of talismans, there were no accidents and everyone was a loyal disciple of the Taoist Academy.

The female crown in white glanced at the entire audience and nodded with satisfaction: "Disciples, come forward and grant the Ninth Grade Taiyi Immortal Sand Resurrection Barrier."

As the voice of the female crown in white rang out, streamers of light descended from the sky and quickly fell on the square, tightly linking the disciples with the source material.

From this moment on, they can often hear sounds that others cannot hear, and see things that others cannot, so that they can occasionally glimpse the future and have a keen intuitive sense of danger.

With intuition again and again, he came back to life from the dead, hence the name "Resurrection Barrier".

Different from the difficulties of taking potions, with the talisman, magical powers are available instantly, with little risk of contamination.

Zhang Zhixuan tasted the difference carefully. The gift from the source material can be withdrawn by the source material and the superior grantor at any time, and a certain amount of interest will be charged whether it is actively recovered or passively recovered.

This interest is called Hedao in the Taoist academy, which means that one can combine one's body with the Tao and return to the original quality.

Regarding the Taoist system and the sequence of mentors, Zhang Zhixuan had a clear understanding in his heart. In the next step, he would need to use the Taoist tiger skin to walk his own extraordinary path.
Chapter completed!