Thirteen positions, but at this moment, including him and Hei Coffin, there are only eight people present.
"You are the king!" Hei Coffin asked bluntly after the two sat down.
The indistinguishable man and woman in front of him is elusive, and it is difficult for Ding Xiaoyi to see the depth of the other person.
"I don't dare. How dare I call myself the king in front of you? If you don't mind, you can call me phaseless."
The imageless voice is ethereal, but in the ears of everyone, the timbre heard by everyone is completely different. It may be old, medium or thick, hoarse, or crisp. It is difficult to distinguish between male and female, old and young.
Just like the name of formlessness, everything is without form.
But no matter which side he is on, they all have one thing in common, that is, whether it is his voice or his appearance, everyone cannot be hostile. It seems that every face of him seems to have grasped everyone's thoughts and measured them.
Just like custom-made.
"Didn't you say, thirteen people? Including you, there are only eight here."
Black Coffin continued to ask.
In fact, other people had already asked this question before, but Wuxiang's answer at that time was just to wait.
At this moment, Wu Xiangze explained: "Everyone has arrived, but except for me and eight other people, the rest..."
Having said this, Wuxiang clapped his hands and saw the water surging under everyone's feet, creating five water mirrors.
In the mirror, five figures have their eyes closed, imprisoned in it.
One of them was the young man in black robe who came with Ding Xiaoyi.
"All phenomena have no form. They have been reminded repeatedly along the way, but they can't even see through this. Although they are on the list, they should not sit on the same level as me."
Wuxiang's voice was high-pitched, and he glanced at the five people with disdain on their faces.
It turns out that the girl who brought them here was also testing their strength in school along the way. As for the girl's reminder...
Ding Xiaoyi looked confused. After thinking about it, it should be the words he said when he walked out of the bamboo forest before. Unfortunately, he still doesn't understand what it means.
But he quickly put this question behind him and said in a deep voice: "What kind of list is the list you just mentioned? Who are you? How do you know these things? Are you one of them?"
He threw out all the doubts in one breath.
These questions are what everyone is eager to know.
Wu Xiang waved his hand to signal everyone to calm down, then sat back on the chair and said, "You have to listen to me explain this matter slowly. Before that, can you all answer me a question?"
I saw Wuxiang looking around: "Which of you has died once?"
Everyone looked at each other, and for a moment Hei Coffin raised his hand first: "When I was twelve years old, my family was wiped out, and I was stabbed through the heart by an enemy."
As he spoke, he pulled back his clothes and showed them to everyone.
It was a ferocious scar that had not been erased even after the black coffin had become a god.
"When I was six years old, I accidentally lost my footing. My soul was separated from my body for three days and I almost died."
Someone else spoke.
"I also had……"
"Me too."
Seeing that everyone was responding, Ding Xiaoyi nodded in agreement and said it was an accidental drowning. As for other things, he didn't say anything else.
I believe that other people are almost the same as me and do not always tell the truth.
However, Wu Xiang's intention was not to tell the stories behind these accidents. He just needed to know that everyone had indeed died once.
"That's right, everyone knows about the underworld, where there is a book of life and death, which records the age, time, and even the fate of the person who should be there."
What Wu Xiang said was of course myths and legends, but now that Shinto has been opened and the ancient myths have been confirmed, what Wu Xiang said is outrageous, and they can all accept this story.
"In fact, our names have been crossed out early, so our luck will become very good, because there are people behind us secretly helping us."
Speaking of this, Wu Xiang's eyes glanced at everyone's face, and sneered as if he had seen through their thoughts:
"But this help is not without price. Our fate is controlled by the pushing hand behind the scenes, so we are destined not to be a part of the divine way. I think some of you should have obtained this result.
Verify it."
As soon as these words came out, everyone changed their colors.
Ding Xiaoyi frowned and looked at Wu Xiang without saying a word, trying to read some information from his face, but this face never conveyed any expression, because what he saw was not Wu Xiang.
Show your true face.
"You mean, we can only stop here in this life!"
The person who spoke was a young man with long hair disheveled, a silver mask on his face, and luxurious clothes that showed his unattainable status.
"That's right, being able to break through to the God level is considered a result of our luck. Otherwise, you see, that brother has not broken through to the God level until now."
The person Wu Xiang refers to is none other than Ding Xiaoyi.
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt several peeping eyes directed at him. He couldn't help but snorted, and a burst of spiritual energy sealed the surrounding void, blocking the peeping eyes of these people.
Although everyone didn't see anything, they also realized that Ding Xiaoyi was indeed only a dragon level, far different from them.
There was suddenly a sense of contempt in their eyes. This was not because they were arrogant, but because the gap between the god level and the dragon level was too big.
Even though Ding Xiaoyi has many artifacts in his hands, they are not at the god level. Without divine power to activate them, he cannot exert the power of these artifacts at all.
The reality is that a millimeter of difference can make a difference of a thousand miles.
"Don't be like this, everyone. Theoretically speaking, we are the same kind, a group of lucky people abandoned by the times."
Wuxiang's voice was very soft, as if it could soothe the anger in everyone's hearts and make them magically quiet down.
"So... why did you invite us here?"
Finally someone asked about the ultimate goal.
The corner of Wuxiang's mouth raised slightly: "It is already destined that we cannot become a member of the Shinto. But apart from the Shinto, it is not supreme. I think... no, that should be what we want to do. There is only one thing, to wipe out the Shinto.
."
"You're crazy!"
After the words fell, everyone was shocked. Some even stood up and sneered: "It's up to you to wipe out Shinto? Why should I listen to you? This is no different from sending death."
Shinto has no hierarchy, and authority is based on superiority and inferiority.
This sentence is no joke. People who do not hold the power of the gods actually want to wipe out the Shinto. This is simply a fool's dream.
"Humph, you are right to think so, but there are some things you may not understand."
Wu Xiang was confident, and it seemed that he had already expected the people's resistance.
I only heard him say calmly: "The second round of Shinto will begin soon, which means that more and more gods will have authority. Until after the third round, the one hundred and eight righteous gods of Shinto will return, and Shinto will be complete.
"
At this point, Wu Xiang did not forget to add: "Oh, by the way, in addition to the 108 righteous gods, there are 364 partial gods and 3,000 minor gods, totaling 3,477
Twelve."
"so much?"
Hearing this number, even Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but be shocked. This number was far beyond everyone's expectations.
"Just imagine, once the divine way is perfected, these gods will rule the world from now on. Everything from wind and rain in the four seasons to natural disasters will be completely determined by their thoughts. All creatures in the world will be pigs and dogs. We, the gods, will be better off from now on.
It is impossible to escape the path of hawks and dogs.”
As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes suddenly became gloomy.
They claim to be the pride of heaven, but in the end they end up like this. Who can be mentally balanced?
"Are you telling the truth?"
Some people question whether Wuxiang’s words are alarmist.
"Whether it is true or not, you will know by thinking about it yourself. If not, why would I take such a risk to call you here."
Wuxiang's voice was always calm, but there was an undeniable firmness to it.
He said: "The way of God will not be destroyed, and all things will be treated as dogs. Your people, descendants, and even wives and children will all become slaves of God. They will have endless lifespan, and time will not leave any trace on them.
"
As Wu Xiang said this and clapped his hands, he saw a few attendants with pig heads and human bodies carrying a screen and placed it in front of everyone.
I don’t know what material the screen is made of. There are twelve fairies painted on it, with graceful figures, holding musical instruments, dancing in the sun, as if they have come to life. If you listen carefully, you can actually hear the music they play.
Everyone didn't know what this guy meant, and couldn't help but look at Wu Xiang in confusion.
"The origin of this screen is not unusual. It is a collection of ancient gods. It is called the Twelve Goddess Appearance Art Exhibition Screen."
Wuxiang opened his mouth and introduced it to everyone.
However, his words changed immediately and his voice suddenly became cold:
"In ancient times, there was a tribe named Lip. The hair on their body was born with psychedelic magical effects. Therefore, the ancient gods used their hair to make threads. In order to achieve the best effect, they used the hair that was just born.
It is made of lip babies, because the hair of lip babies is the softest and the most spiritual. For a screen like this, the lip tribe must contribute at least three hundred babies."
"hiss!!"
Even though those present were ruthless, upon hearing this, they all felt a chill in their hearts.