The God of Disaster said angrily: "How can we be as cunning as you humans? If you humans hadn't learned things too quickly, how could you have been feared by both the immortal and demon worlds? Sooner or later, this human world would still have to be destroyed in your own hands."
Zhang Cong shut his mouth. He really didn't know how to fight back against the God of Disaster. Even an ancient evil god knew that he would rather be dispersed than do a great evil that would destroy the foundation. Looking at today's human beings...
After a few minutes, Zhang Cong drew a line of starlight in the sea of stars, split a piece of the rolling disaster star and threw it back outside. The remaining soul turned into a ball of green energy and flew back into the statue. The statue emitted
A ball of light came out, which was even brighter than when Zhang Cong came in.
Zhang Cong laughed: "It seems that you have learned to be shrewd. Keep up the good work. After I help you condense into a disaster star, I will study with you how to harm the Shi God and help you take revenge."
After speaking, with a thought, the huge sea of stars suddenly condensed a massive amount of spiritual power, directly wrapped around the weakened God of Disaster, and spun at high speed.
Almost all the negative energy was gathered on the God of Disaster, and the originally decayed God of Disaster quickly condensed into a seed of hatred. As the negative energy was wrapped, it slowly gathered into a star bigger than the star of time.
Little green star.
As soon as the disaster star was formed, the galaxy in Zhang Cong's space glowed with a dazzling light. Four light pillars of different colors were directly connected to the blue star in the center. Suddenly, there was a burst of blue stars and a mighty chaos.
The power permeated the entire galaxy, and the originally bright galaxy turned faster and faster, and was finally compressed into a dark dot. Not only could no stars be seen in Zhang Cong's divine palace, not even any light could be seen.
At this time, Zhang Cong became no different from ordinary people, like a simple country boy, with an innocent smile on his face, slowly walking towards the lake below the cave, and directly walked into the deep lake.
Qin Yu Xiaohua and a large group of monks have been waiting impatiently. It has been almost an hour, but Zhang Cong has not sent any news at all. Even Chen Mufei is anxious. What if something unexpected happens to Zhang Cong? What will happen to the entire Donglong Empire?
The blow was simply fatal.
At this moment, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared on the blue lake. A piercing roar directly broke the tranquility of the holy lake. A ball of light slowly rose up in the whirlpool, and the light dispersed. Zhang Cong said
Standing on the lake with a calm face, there are more than a dozen huge horse-drawn gods at his feet, lined up in a row, supporting Zhang Cong and walking slowly towards the shore.
At this moment, several rays of light flew rapidly from a distance to the lake. A dozen monks in strange robes stared blankly at the wonderful scene on the lake, and suddenly they knelt down on the shore and prayed loudly.
A dozen horse-drawn gods were like ladders. They followed Zhang Cong's footsteps and lowered Zhang Cong to the ground. Then they slowly returned to the holy lake. They looked back at Zhang Cong with nostalgia and slowly sank into the holy lake.
lake.
More than a dozen monks looked at Zhang Cong with bright eyes, and even worshiped Zhang Cong again.
A smile as pure as sunshine appeared on Zhang Cong's face again. He raised his hand and called Chen Mufei and said, "Tell them that I want to see the high priest of the temple."
After Chen Mufei finished speaking, several monks bent down respectfully and humbly guided Zhang Cong forward. Before Zhang Cong could take a step, a horse-drawn beast that was half a step away suddenly turned into a green light.
, directly lifted Zhang Cong up, flew over the rocky beach, and escaped to the temple.
A dozen monks had surprise on their faces and chased after him with shouts. They soon followed Zhang Cong and disappeared into the canyon of the snow-capped mountains.
Qin Yu Xiaohua and a large group of monks all looked at Chen Mufei blankly. Chen Mufei said inexplicably: "Those Hu monks said: "The true god has come."
Qin Yu shouted: "Follow me quickly, why don't you go and see the excitement? My husband has become the true god of Lacuo Lake."
After shouting, Xiaohua teleported away and disappeared. Xiaohua shouted: "Wait for me" and flew far away with the light escape. At this time, everyone calmed down and set up the light escape temple to fly outside.
When we arrived at the place, we heard a loud sound of trombones and the thumping sound of Dharma grains. Everyone stood in front of the temple and saw that the temple door was wide open and thousands of believers were already kneeling with their heads on the ground.
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Zhang Cong, standing on the head of God Mala, was glowing with golden light. He looked at the gate of the temple with a smile. A large group of colorfully dressed priests were raising their hands and shouting. Zhang Cong walked over and left.
Very far away, he knelt down and worshiped.
Zhang Cong smiled and waved his hand, called Chen Mufei and said to her: "Tell them that I have something to say to the high priest."
Chen Mufei murmured a few words, and immediately the priest kneeling on the ground bowed respectfully and guided God Mara and Zhang Cong into the magnificent temple. Chen Mufei and others quickly chased after them. As soon as they entered,
The priest closed the temple door and led everyone into the large main hall inside, where a huge statue of Allah was enshrined.
The horse-drawn beast under Zhang Cong's feet rested on the ground with its tail. It sat like a statue and stopped moving. Zhang Cong was placed on a huge solid gold seat with an old priest who was half-stepping.
, stood respectfully next to the seat, waiting for Zhang Cong to ask questions.
Zhang Cong coughed and said: "We are monks from the Central Plains. We have always yearned for God Mala, so we came together to worship. Unexpectedly, as soon as we arrived at the edge of the holy lake, a golden light suddenly hit me, and a group of memories were wiped out.
After being forcibly awakened, I suddenly had a new understanding of my past and present lives, and also the origin of God Mala, so I brought the God King here to see you. There are some things I have to tell you personally. I don’t want my
If believers are poisoned by heresies again, I will guide you to find the glory and glory that should belong to you."
All the priests knelt down and kowtowed. Suddenly, a light flashed between Zhang Cong's eyebrows, and a three-dimensional picture suddenly appeared in the open space of the main hall. The scene shown was exactly the scene during the battle between immortals and gods, but it was just Zhang Cong's.
Processed by the God of Disaster in Congshen Mansion.
The god of disaster in the scene clearly has the shadow of the god Mala. He is leading a large group of barbarians to fight against the killings of the god of wetness. However, countless demons are following the god of wetness to kill the barbarians. The battle caused the mountains to collapse and the earth to crack, and the stars to fall.
, the sea water formed a huge mountain-like wave that was about to swallow up the land. Countless Hu women and children hugged each other in despair, looking at the huge waves and waiting to die.
At this time, the body of the God of Disaster suddenly became as tall as a mountain, and he opened his arms to protect the entire earth behind him. He did not move at all despite the attacks of the devil and the God of Wet falling on his back, even after being beaten to pieces of flesh and blood.
But at this moment, the God of Wet raised a dark steel fork and recited a long curse. The steel fork inserted the curse into the back of the God of Disaster. The God of Disaster used his last strength and turned into a
The mountains protect all the barbarians on the mountains, but their souls are gradually submerged by the water and disappear in the waves.
Zhang Cong didn't know what the picture created by the God of Disaster would be. When he saw the battle between gods and demons shown by the God of Disaster, his face looked weird and he was sweating. This God of Disaster also learned too fast. The Black Shit God can,
But this is too ridiculous. You present yourself as a savior and turn the Shi Shen into a traitor who colludes with other races. Can these priests believe this?
What Zhang Cong didn't expect was that the group of priests kneeling on the ground burst into tears and howled loudly. They did not curse the God of Shit, but they also showed strong hatred. It seemed that the method of the God of Disaster worked.
The old sacrificial ghost crawled to the feet of God Mara, kissed the monster's body, suddenly stood up and shouted, jabbering something. Chen Mufei quickly came to Zhang Cong's side and said with a weird look: "They are going to
The God of Moisture unfolds.”
Zhang Cong was so frightened that he waved his hands quickly: "Don't be impulsive, everyone. Now Shiva is very powerful, but our strength is too small. Many believers will be killed or injured if we carry out the campaign. God Mala cannot bear to let the lives of the people be destroyed, let alone let the kind-hearted servants die.
What we have to do now is to expose the true face of Shi God, destroy the secret realm within the territory, cut off the energy source of Shi God, and make him weaker and weaker. Soon the people of Jinshan Kingdom will see clearly his true nature and his lies.
It will be self-defeating."
The old priest was moved to tears and said something loudly. Chen Mufei said: "The old priest asked all the priests to make a kind of god card to tell the true story of the war between gods and demons, and then distribute it to areas controlled by pagans to expose the evil spirit.
God's true face, and at the same time promote the salvation proposition of God Mala and win more believers.
He also said that he would soon lead us to search for miracles. He said that there are several mysterious places in Jinshan Kingdom that no one dares to enter."
Zhang Cong was overjoyed. He was in a different place and he didn't want his people to be completely exposed. With the priests of Mara Temple coming forward, they would not only be safe but also save a lot of energy.
Zhang Cong and his party were placed in the temple to rest. Not only were they given luxurious and exquisite clothes and food, but also a large number of spiritual stones and spiritual fruits. A group of Longdu monks enjoyed their cultivation comfortably. Zhang Cong also offered sacrifices to the old priest.
He called him over and talked to him about the cultivation status of the monks in Jinshan Kingdom.
It turns out that all alien mages are followers of Shiva, and sacrifices are available in the temples of each god. Mages mostly specialize in summoning and natural spells, while alien mages mostly use elemental spells.
For the Lord, there are many sacrifices to the beasts, and there are many strangers cultivating the Dharma.
There is a secret realm of exotic beasts in Jinshan Kingdom. It is on a mysterious plateau in the Wutu Mountains bordering the Byron Dynasty.
A very dangerous secret place.
There is also Death Valley, which is also in the Wutu Mountains. It is the most terrifying valley. Not only animals, but also plants cannot survive within a hundred miles. No one knows what is in the valley.
The last terrifying secret realm is called Hell Gate, which is a huge sinkhole and is also Yiren's favorite training place. Sometimes the flames there are soaring into the sky, and sometimes the ice peaks are thousands of miles away. Every year, countless Yiren die because of their practice.
Zhang Cong nodded and told the old priest to focus on developing believers and try not to conflict with strangers. At the same time, he looked for more minerals, organized serfs to mine them, sold them in the temple, and then gave alms to more believers in the name of God Mala.
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The old priest respectfully agreed. In the eyes of their group of temple priests, Zhang Cong was completely the messenger of God, and every word he spoke was an oracle.
