Although Village Chief Ma is old, he is meticulous when drawing patterns, and every stroke is extremely accurate, as if he has drawn it thousands of times!
Except for Shen Mo, who has the destiny of [Fayan Zhuwei], even the disciples of the gods have a hard time distinguishing other disciples from the crowd and the disciples of the Killing Temple. This gives the Killing Temple a chance to breathe; and once a lot of information is left on paper,
It is very likely that their identities will be exposed.
Therefore, for countless years, the disciples of the Killing Temple have passed on relevant insights and knowledge by word of mouth!
However, if it is taught in this way, if there is a slight difference in the period, huge errors will appear after it is passed down from generation to generation.
Therefore, after being taught this most core pattern in the inheritance, Village Chief Ma and other disciples of the Temple of Killing will copy it over and over again, trying not to make any mistakes.
When Village Chief Ma finished drawing this picture, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength and almost fell to the ground. He rested for a long time before he recovered.
Then, he weakly explained to Shen and Mo: "I don't even know what the gods in the world are."
"If you want to face them head-on, you need to capture a disciple who is closest to the gods alive, draw this pattern on him, and then use various means to force him to sacrifice himself!"
"When the time comes, you will naturally be able to see the gods he worships..."
Shen Mo picked up the drawing paper and looked at it for a long time, then handed it to Chen Mengze, and slowly said: "It should be some kind of talisman spirit pattern."
"The immortal way in this world is not obvious, there is no trace of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, let alone the use of magic power, and most of the methods cannot be used. If the gods can't hide, we naturally can't do anything to them!"
"The seniors who visited this world before also faced such problems. Fortunately, they finally thought of a way to deal with it..."
"This spirit pattern coincides with the way of the talisman. As long as we follow what Village Chief Ma said, we can intercept the divine power of the disciple, activate this spirit pattern, exert an effect similar to the talisman, and send us to the disciple for worship.
In front of God!"
Shen Mo's attainments in Talisman Dao are approaching the sixth level. He has drawn countless runes, and he can see the mystery of this spiritual pattern at a glance.
"It's really wonderful and extraordinary!" Chen Mengze couldn't help but sigh with gleaming eyes.
Immediately, the two of them memorized this spiritual pattern and copied and compared it over and over again to avoid any mistakes when using it.
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It's night.
Hundreds of more powerful disciples of the god came to the Thorny Mountains.
Shen Mo and Chen Mengze were about to verify the effect of the spirit pattern, so they walked out of the village with their respective swords in hand!
The Temple of Killing and the foreign monks are a thorn in the flesh of all the gods in the Shinto world. Over tens of thousands of years, a large number of ancient forces have emerged that compete with the Temple of Killing; the disciples of the gods among them do not distinguish whether they worship gods or whether they are good or evil.
National factions, regardless of past grudges and disputes, only exist to completely eliminate the Temple of Killing and foreign monks.
After countless years of entanglement and fighting, just as the Temple of Killing and the immortal masters of the past generations have mastered the method of facing the gods directly and killing them, these disciples of the gods have also found the secret to dealing with foreign monks...
That is constant harassment, constant attacks and killings, forcing the foreign monks to consume violently until they die of exhaustion;
Use the lives of thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of divine disciples to exchange for the fall of a foreign cultivator!
Before this battle with the disciple of the god, Shen Mo spent more than two hundred points of destiny to upgrade his special destiny [body as light as a swallow] to the purple quality. He was able to achieve short-term emptiness, breathing in and out.
It can jump four miles away, and its speed is no less than that of the peak of the Linghai Realm.
In this way, relying on the ghostly movement and powerful physical body, even the increasingly powerful disciples of gods cannot even think of hurting him at all.
After just two cups of tea, hundreds of the disciples of the god were killed, 80% of them died under Shen Mo's sword, leaving less than ten people to verify the spiritual patterns inherited from the Temple of Killing! p>
"Crash!"
Amidst the sound of the collision of iron chains, the eight most powerful disciples of the gods were brought to a flat area unobstructed by dense forests by Shen Mo.
Under the moonlight, he used the tip of his heavy sword to carve blood marks on the backs of the eight people one by one, forming a complete spiritual pattern!
In terms of drawing runes, I am afraid that few immortal cultivators who have entered the world of Shinto this time can be better than him, and the spiritual runes inherited from the Slaughter Temple are not too complicated for rune makers. Even Chen Mengze can be proficient in them.
Drawing, Shen Mo did not spend much effort and drew eight spiritual patterns without any mistakes.
Then, he untied the chains.
Not to Shen Mo's surprise, five of the eight people who had just regained their freedom chose to sacrifice themselves again, borrowing the power of the gods, intending to fight the two of them to the death.
Waves of chanting sounded, and mysterious power soon emerged from the bodies of the five people, and their bodies also experienced various inhuman changes;
However, the next moment, the blood-colored spirit patterns on their backs lit up, and the mysterious power in their bodies continued to pour into the spirit patterns as if a dam had a pouring opening. The inhuman changes on their bodies also quickly faded away, returning to their normal appearance! "Buzz!"
Bloody spirit patterns circulated for a while.
Shen Mo was keenly aware of a trace of spatial fluctuation, but it quickly subsided as the spiritual pattern dimmed.
"It really works!"
"It's just that these people are not very strong. The borrowed gods have limited power and cannot maximize the power of the spiritual patterns. Naturally, they cannot open the strange space where the gods are located!"
These five people did not have the power of gods to bless them, but they still had an unabated desire to kill. They built stones, branches and other objects from the ground one after another. With a hint of madness, they shouted hoarsely and killed Shen and Mo. However, they were killed by Chen Mengze.
Behead to death.
The remaining three people quickly fled away. After being caught up by Shen Mo, they tried to sacrifice themselves, and soon followed in the footsteps of the first few people!
Before they died, they used the most vicious words in the world to curse Shen Mo and Chen Mengze.
"You keep sacrificing flesh and blood and souls, and ask God to only borrow extraordinary power. This is a recipe for endless trouble!"
"Once you are eaten dry and squeezed out, your soul will be shattered..."
"If you die in our hands, you can leave behind three souls and seven souls, and have the opportunity to be reincarnated, which is a relief! I hope you can be reborn in other worlds smoothly, and don't be born in this world to be the material for that god!"
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Shen Mo knew the truth about this world, so this killing did not have the slightest impact on his Taoist mind.
On the contrary, in his mind, the disciples of gods who died under his sword were liberated.
Of course, from the perspective of ordinary people in the Shinto world, Shen Mo and Chen Mengze, who are "extremely cruel and murderous and have caused endless bloodshed", are undoubtedly the first-class demons in the world, even more vicious than the disciples of the evil god!<
/p>
"Go back..."
Chen Mengze walked over and naturally helped Shen Mo wipe the blood from his face and vomited softly.