Feng Qingyan, dressed in white as snow, stood with his hands folded in the cold wind, squinting his eyes and looking at the mountains.
From a mountain soul to a mountain god is an extremely long process, with too many variables. The most common thing is that either the mountain soul is destroyed by someone, or the god's position is taken away.
Therefore, he wants to shorten this process and help Shanhun ascend to the throne.
He relied on his blood.
But at this time, Feng Qingyan looked at the sky with some doubts. He seemed to feel that the mountain under his feet was suppressed by something.
He squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and then some strange changes appeared in front of his eyes. Gradually, in his eyes, the whole world became different and seemed to become hazy...
But in the haze, I saw black chains connected to the mountains.
The chain wanted to break through the sky and take root in the depths of the Nine Heavens, but was suppressed by the vast and boundless aura of the Holy Path in the sky.
At this time, Feng Qingyan's eyes stung extremely, as if they were being burned by fire, and he couldn't help but feel horrified.
Chains of law!
The law of the holy way!
Those black chains are the chains of laws that have been nurtured by the mountains after being worshiped by living beings for thousands of years and intertwined with the position of the mountain god.
The breath of the holy way is the breath of the laws of the holy way, which suppresses all strange powers and chaos.
"The world of Holy Dao..."
He muttered to himself, no wonder he always had the illusion that the mountain was being suppressed.
In a world where the laws of the holy way are suppressed, even if the mountain soul is not destroyed and no one comes to compete for the position of god, I am afraid that he will never become a god...
Unless the mountain soul is strong enough to break through the suppression of the laws of the holy way.
But is it possible?
But at this time, he was a little surprised, "Is this seeing through the illusion and tracing back to the source in an instant?"
Feng Qingyan was surprised and looked at it carefully.
But there was no more scene of seeing through the illusion and tracing the source. I secretly sighed a pity, frowned and said to myself: "It is difficult to suppress the holy way."
In order for the chains of laws to be intertwined into the divine position, they must break through the suppression of the laws of the holy way and take root in the depths of the Nine Heavens...
After a while, Feng Qingyan looked at the sky and couldn't help but smile.
Since the chains of laws are suppressed by the laws of the holy way and cannot take root in the depths of the Nine Heavens, they will take root under the Nine Netherworlds. However, since the laws of the holy way prohibit the nine heavens and prevent the chains of the divine law from connecting with the nine heavens, they will definitely not be missed.
Jiuyou.
But Feng Qingyan has a way.
That is the gate of hell.
The Gate of Ghosts leads directly to the Nine Netherworld, and taking root in the Gate of Ghosts means taking root in the Nine Netherworlds.
The sky darkened unconsciously.
"Mountain Soul, you save my life, and I will help you ascend to the position of Mountain God." Feng Qingyan said seriously, and then gave a solemn salute, "Also, please accept my worship..."
The hidden mountain soul was frightened to the point of "kneeling down".
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Huhu——
The north wind roared, carrying snowflakes from the sky.
Burial Mountain is still shrouded in darkness, emitting a strange and heart-stopping aura.
In the mountains, Feng Qingyan, dressed in white as snow, stands in the raging wind and snow with his hands folded, waiting for the arrival of the evil.
At that time, the evil spirit returned with evil spirits and controlled a group of evil spirits to attack, but was frightened by the ghost gate on Feng Qingyan's back.
But after a moment, Feng Qingyan's expression changed slightly.
He soon discovered that the intimidation of the ghost gate was getting weaker and weaker, and the kneeling evil ghosts were no longer as fearful as before. He now had no power to bind a chicken, and the mountain spirit's two fists were hard to beat with four hands, and he might not be able to hold on for long.
.
Also, although the Ghost Sect cannot suppress the evil spirits to the point of kneeling down like the evil spirits, it must have a great influence on the evil spirits. Otherwise, how could a great evil being comparable to a great Confucian being be joined by him and the mountain soul?
After resisting all night, you can only retreat in anger?
To reverse the situation...
Only in one night can he help the mountain soul ascend to the position of mountain god.
But is it possible?
The impossible must be possible!
Otherwise, both he and the mountain soul will be devoured by the evil force and their bones will be left intact.
Although the hill formed by the mountain soul blocked the evil again and again, the evil figure was getting closer and closer. Under the roar of the evil, the surrounding evil spirits gradually overcame their fear of the ghost gate and stood up little by little...
Is God going to kill me?
Feng Qingyan felt unwilling.
He closed his eyes and tried to calm down the ups and downs in his heart, and then felt the mountains carefully. When he suddenly opened his eyes, the world became hazy again.
But the black chain is very clear.
He also found that the law chains seemed longer and thicker than during the day.
Without thinking, he sprayed a mouthful of blood towards the law chain. No matter what, he had to give it a try.
It must be dyed!
After Feng Qingyan spurted out a mouthful of blood, his whole body was shaking, and his vision became even blurrier.
But he knew that his blood was stained with the chains of law.
My blood is really extraordinary...
When the chains of law were stained with blood, they took root towards the ghost gate in the darkness on his back.
Rumble——
suddenly.
A thunder and lightning as thick as a bucket, carrying a violent aura of destruction, struck down from the night sky. Then, countless more thunder and lightning struck down, intertwining a huge power grid in the night sky of Burial Mountain, exuding a hair-raising atmosphere.
The destructive breath of numbness.
The evil spirit that was ready to move instantly became confused and ran away screaming in all directions.
Feng Qingyan took advantage of the thunder and lightning to see a ferocious giant ghost rushing towards him. The ugly body, which was three feet high, exuded a strong and strange black energy...
This is a serious disaster.
Although it is afraid of thunder and lightning, it is even more greedy.
Even if he risked his life under the terrifying thunder and lightning, he still wanted to rush towards Feng Qingyan... However, he was blocked by the mountain soul again.
boom!
The hill was instantly smashed into pieces by the angry tycoon, who was attacking like a broken bamboo.
At this time, Daxi went completely crazy. The mountain soul seemed to be unable to hold on, which made Feng Qingyan secretly worried. But when the mountain soul was knocked back and retreated, a thick bolt of lightning fell from the night sky, hitting Daxi...
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Ouch——
Daxi screamed in pain.
Many scurrying evil spirits were instantly wiped out by the thunder and lightning filled with the aura of destruction, without even a chance to struggle.
"Ha ha--"
When Feng Qingyan saw the thunder and lightning full of destruction, he knew that the chains of law were intertwining with the god, and he couldn't help laughing.
All that's left to do now is wait.
On top of Burial Mountain, under thunder and lightning.
Feng Qingyan saw a black thing slowly taking shape.
This may be the god's throne, or the key to controlling the god's throne...
Token?
After a while, Feng Qingyan was slightly surprised. The thing that was slowly taking shape looked like a token.
At this time, the thunder and lightning quickly receded, and the token slowly fell.
Feng Qingyan reached out to catch it and looked at it curiously.
The token is completely black and looks somewhat similar to the texture of a law chain. On the front is a large, weird font.
Although Feng Qingyan didn't recognize it, he knew what it meant when he saw it.
This is the word "order".
On the back is the word "Burial Mountain", also in a strange font.
He held the token and had a wonderful feeling, as if the huge Burial Mountain was in his hand, and he seemed to be integrated with the mountain, transforming into a mountain...
This token is the Burial Mountain God Order.
Whoever controls the Burial Mountain Order is equivalent to being the God of Burial Mountain.
Feng Qingyan didn't show any nostalgia. He looked at the mountain soul floating not far in front of him, who seemed to be covered in bruises, and said with a smile: "I said, I will help you ascend to the position of mountain god."
After he finished speaking, he threw the mountain burial order towards the mountain soul.
The mountain soul swallowed the mountain burial order and "knelt down" respectfully...
As for the evil spirit who was seriously injured by the thunder and lightning of the law, when Feng Qingyan got the Burial Mountain Order, he seemed to know that he had no chance, so he could only run away with the evil spirit in his eyes filled with resentment.
At this time, Feng Qingyan relaxed and felt a strong spin. Unable to hold on, Feng Qingyan suddenly fell to the snow.