Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

"Are you going to condense the true energy and break through the sea of ​​qi?"

Mu Rutie was wearing a black gold soft armor with dragon head and shoulders, and sat on the big animal skin chair.

Hearing that Dong Jingtang came here this time to ask for the gift and baptism of Yuan Wuzun, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

I still remember that this Liaodong tiger general of the Hemi family had just exchanged blood for Dzogchen not long ago.

Without polishing, you start to condense your true strength, and you are not afraid of damaging the foundation?
"Marquis Dingyang asked for a great elixir of battles from the Wu Temple, swallowed it and refined it, the flesh shell and the soul merged, and it was only half a step away."

Dong Jingtang lowered his eyebrows and said respectfully.

After all, this young master Mu Ru is almost half the master of the nine surnames of Ye Ting.

Not only is he in charge of Sangentang, but also all affairs in the pass are decided by him.

It can be said to be very authoritative!
"Guo Xuan thinks highly of you, you know, the Great Pill of Hundred Battles is priceless, and there are only seven or eight Pills in Wu Temple every year.

There are more wolves and less meat, and all the military elites can't get it.

He can give it to you! "

Mu Rutie raised his eyelids and joked:
"Sure enough, foster father loves people more than real father."

The blue veins on Dong Jingtang's forehead bounced twice. The news that he became the adopted son of Marquis Dingyang has spread throughout Liaodong.

In private, many good-natured people joked about this, saying that the family dog ​​guarding the house had finally come to its senses.

"Young Master Mu Ru, Ye Ting in the pass has always been dominated by you, and the leader of the horse is always looking forward to it."

Dong Jingtang clasped his fists and said solemnly:
"Please also allow Dong to have an audience with Yuan Wuzun."

Mu Rutie leaned against the big chair, narrowed his eyes and said:

"You should call yourself Hermi."

Dong Jingtang slightly bent his straight waist, and said in a low voice:
"It was me who made a blunder."

Mu Rutie couldn't help but feel satisfied when he saw that Dong Jingtang, who had previously delivered a letter to the Dingyang Houfu, no longer had the original domineering arrogance.

He once followed his father, who was named King Zhenhuang, and learned the art of stewing eagles and taming horses.

The more unruly and fierce the temper, the more ruthless he will be.

Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to get awe and surrender!

The hundred barbarian royal family has always prepared only three things for cooking eagles and horses.

Whip, hammer, dagger.

If you refuse to accept the whipping, hit it with a heavy hammer.

If you still don't give in, kill him with a dagger.

Rough and savage.

But also very useful.

"Yuan Wuzun enjoys the centuries-old incense from the Hemi family, so every ten years, one person will be blessed, helping him to condense his blood and comprehend the principles of Taoism."

Mu Rutie pondered for a moment, then nodded and said:
"Rewarding for meritorious deeds has always been the rule of Ye Ting.

These years, you have been hiding by Guo Xuan's side, and you have often covered Sangentang.

It is indeed hard work and meritorious deeds that should be rewarded.

This young master will invite Yuan Wuzun out later. "

Dong Jingtang seemed to be grateful, and there was a bit of obvious joy on his face.

"By the way, Sangentang has repeatedly suffered setbacks in Ji Jiulang's hands, and I don't know how many masters have been defeated!
Even the handle of the old knife is gone! "

Mentioning that hateful name, Mu Rutie gritted his teeth and said coldly:
"Why is there no movement from Dingyanghou's mansion?
Could it be that Guo Xuan is really afraid of the East Palace?

But if he had no guts, how could he have dared to go to San Gengtang and offer such a shocking reward back then! ? "

Dong Jingtang's heart trembled, he was the right-hand man beside Marquis Dingyang.

Of course he understands what Mu Rutie said.

Marquis Zhaoyun, Changxing, was assassinated three years ago.

It was a big deal at first.

It almost shook several prefectures in Liaodong, and almost caused chaos.

Later, for some reason, the storm subsided.

It has gradually become a taboo and is rarely mentioned.

"My lord, today is different from the past.

Three years ago, Lord Hou was cornered.

Who would have expected that Marquis Zhaoyun was secretly investigating the confluence of dragon energy in Liaodong, and found the real dragon's cave by mistake.

If Lord Hou doesn't get rid of Nian Changxing, the whole family of Dingyang Hou Mansion will die! "

Dong Jingtang vaguely knew the inside story. It was rumored that Liaodong was the feng shui terrain where the dragon raised its head.

The mountain roots and water veins that stretch for thousands of miles breed great luck, and are often favored by the world, giving birth to the real dragon treasure cave.

Even if ordinary people with poor fortune and short life get it, they can be reborn and transformed.

In the 3000-year history, there are many legendary emperors and generals.

Had such a great fortune!

"When you go back this time, remember to tell Guo Xuan.

Ji Jiulang is no less threatening than Nian Changxing!

Along the way, he fought against Yang Hong, overthrew the minister of the Ministry of War, Xu Huaiying from Zhenwu Mountain, Yu Qingfei from the South Korean government, and Nie Renying from Baishan Daowangzhuang.

I am also highly appreciated by the East Palace, how can my luck be bad?
Either the True Dragon Treasure Point will not be born, but once it is released, it will attract those lucky people in the dark!
If Guo Xuan is not careful, Ji Jiulang will be the next Nian Changxing! "

Mu Rutie leaned forward, and the majestic aura of the Four Heavens pressed down on Dong Jingtang, like a strong wind blowing against his face, making his face tremble violently.

"In addition, he was ordered by the East Palace to lead the errand of the Crown Prince Jingchao.

Kill a young and old Xing, just put the lid on it.

But the death of a military lord was unclear and full of doubts.

Would the imperial court have no suspicion?
Therefore, this depressed lid will be lifted sooner or later.

Indecisiveness leads to disaster!
Don't wait for the crown prince's knife to rest on his neck before thinking about retreating! "

Dong Jingtang lowered his eyelids and said nothing.

Is Ye Ting trying to plot against Marquis Ding Yang?
Convince Guo Xuan to lead a hundred barbarians into the pass?
However, Ding Yanghou's Mansion and Mu Ruhan did not agree at all.

What Guo Xuan is looking for is never easy generational wealth, but Mu Ruhan wants to restore the barbarians and overthrow the great scene.

"The young master's words, I will definitely tell the truth."

Dong Jingtang refrained from distracting thoughts, and now he could only be cautious, circling between Ye Ting and Dingyanghoufu.

He had to wait until the Hermione family's Hundred Generation Blood Pact was settled and the dog chain tied around his neck was resolved before he could really take a breather.

Before that, it didn't matter whether it was Mu Ruhanzhang or Dingyang Hou Guoxuan.

Those were all majestic mountains pressing on top of his head, they could crush him to pieces at any time!

"A while ago, Ji Jiulang wantonly pulled out the hidden nails in Sangentang, almost blinding Ye Ting.

Let the Dingyang Hou Mansion find something for him, don't be like a mad dog all day, biting this young master. "

Mu Rutie's face was gloomy. His painstaking efforts for more than ten years made Beizhen Fusi take over.

He also lost a half-step master's killer, which can be described as a heavy loss!

If it wasn't for Mu Ruhan's repeated messages, San Gengtang should not act rashly again.

Mu Rutie can't wait to invite some incense gods enshrined in Yeting, and order them to kill Ji Jiulang!
"Young master don't need to be angry, Marquis Dingyang just forbears for the time being, until the limelight of the queen's death passes.

It is the date of Kikuro's death! "

Dong Jingtang's eyes were cold, he also wanted to get rid of that young Qianhu from Beizhen Fusi.

Since Mangshan was occupied, the business roads in and out of Tanzhou have been choked by the throat, which is quite inconvenient.

Moreover, the gang of warriors in Jingzhou, relying on the power of others, took advantage of the prestige of Beizhen Fusi, and even less took their own big camp of Kuizi into their eyes.

"It seems that you have plans?"

Mu Rutie's eyes flashed, but he didn't ask any further questions.

He got up and walked into the shrine behind the hall.

There are high platforms covered with red cloth.

Among them was a ferocious statue with a blue face and fangs.

Several feet tall, wearing a rough animal robe, holding a human leather drum.

The lower body is a three-legged stand, very firm.

It seems to be a collection of extreme ideas such as cruelty, violence, and evil.

There is an inexplicable kind of primitive wildness, which makes people feel frightened at the first sight.

This is the Primordial Witch Zun enshrined and worshiped by the First Family of Hermi!
In ancient times.

Witchcraft also flourished for a while.

It is not much worse than Immortal Dao and Martial Dao.

It's a pity that too much attention is paid to bloodlines, and there are many examples of clans being cut off and skills being exhausted.

Coupled with many harsh and difficult conditions, he eventually lost the favor of the world and was lost in the history books.

Mu Ruhan grabbed a ray of true meaning from the "Witch and Demon Sutra" handed down in ancient times.

Let the Hermi family worship and worship, and condense such a god of incense and fire.

"Thank you young master!"

Dong Jingtang saw the lifelike statue of Yuan Wuzun, who seemed to have turned into a living thing, and a touch of excitement surged in his heart.

He took the alchemy of the hundred battles that he refined, and his qi and blood were full of true energy.

As long as you have a deep understanding of the principles of heaven and earth, you can create a sea of ​​fundamental Qi in your body.

From this, step into the Dzogchen of the Four Heavens!
This level was originally time-consuming.

Heaven, Earth, Dao, and principles are imprinted in the deep void.

Unless the mind is polished to perfection, the soul and spirit are sharp.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to see the scene of the Tao and the appearance of the law.

Therefore, the masters of the four heavens often retreat for three to five years at a time.

However, the nine surnames of Ye Ting were able to directly comprehend the relevant laws and principles through the blessing and baptism of the incense and fire gods.

It can also be regarded as a shortcut for the sword to go slanted.

Just as Dong Jingtang bowed his head and bowed his head, he was about to praise Yuan Wuzun.

Please enter your heart with God, and empower all the principles and principles of the Tao.

The shrine suddenly shook!
It was like a thunderbolt struck the ground!
The sound wave exploded!

Squeeze the floor tiles out of thick cracks!

All the god statues covered by red cloth shook violently!
"Master Mu Ru, what happened?"

Dong Jingtang knelt on the futon, with strong surprise flashing in his eyes.

Is this the incense and fire spirits all manifesting together?

But the Hemi family only enshrines Yuan Wu Zun.

It wouldn't be enough to attract the King of Eternal Night and Du Shensha, right?

Mu Rutie also frowned, not knowing why there was such a change?

To put it bluntly, the incense and fire gods enshrined by the nine surnames of Ye Ting for generations are another vicious means of manipulating slaves in addition to the blood contract of a hundred generations.

When people worship gods and worship Buddhas, their minds and souls are gradually infected, and it is inevitable that they will lose their spirituality.

At that time, the law will be as strict as the king and his ministers.

God wants you to die, you have to die!
"Where is the evil spirit, dare to be presumptuous in the hall..."

Mu Rutie raised his eyebrows, and was about to take action to suppress the turmoil.

However, the statue of the King of Eternal Night enshrined by Jialou Yishi, the statue imbued with the power of infinite incense and fire, made a harsh sound of "click".

A deep crack several feet long was torn from the chest!

Immediately afterwards, countless thoughts gathered and took shape, causing gusts of sinister wind to shout.

The King of Eternal Night wearing a pitch-black robe appeared, and when he saw Mu Rutie and Dong Jingtang, he couldn't help but exclaimed anxiously:

"Hurry up and save me!"

The tone was extremely hasty and stern, as if a catastrophe was imminent!
Mu Rutie was puzzled, since King Yongye was the incense deity of the Jialou clan.

With the blessing of the four guardian gods under his command, it is considered tyrannical if placed in Ye Ting.

Apart from the Primordial Witch Venerable of Hermione Clan, there is almost no opponent to contend with!
Who can hurt such a person!
The god of incense and fire that lives in the hearts of thousands of believers?
Before the fluctuation of King Eternal Night's thought dissipated, there was another loud cracking sound like a thunderbolt, rolling and sweeping across the entire shrine!
It seems that hurricanes are intertwined, and swords are cutting!
Hitting Mu Rutie's black gold soft armor hard, there was a clanging sound!

Dong Jingtang stood up abruptly, raging qi and blood spurted out, sweeping away the strong air current.

He frowned and raised his eyes to look at the King of Eternal Night whose statue had been shattered.

The group of thoughts kept tearing apart, as if condensed into a terrifying arrow light!

"Someone shot and killed the Eternal Night King! Who is it?!"

Mu Rutie understood in an instant that King Yong Ye didn't know who he had provoked.

To be stalked all the way to the Temple of Yeting, even losing her body!

"What a powerful archery technique! Locking the soul for thousands of miles, crossing the void, chasing energy! Could it be..."

Dong Jingtang's eyes were horrified, and the name that Ye Ting and San Geng Tang missed very much came to mind involuntarily.

Kikuro?
The reason why he topped the young phoenix list.

It was because of the battle where Zhang Gong shot and injured Grandmaster!
There are not many archers in Liaodong.

A top person who may be able to drive an incense god to a dead end.

Maybe only the young Qianhu from Beizhen Fusi!

"Mu Rutie! Hurry up and lend Ye Ting's incense power to this god!"

Ji Yuan's arrow cut off cause and effect, and actually tore apart the incense connection between gods and believers!

The Yongye King was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, and the Dharma image that had always resided in Garuda's heart was shattered.

It made it no longer able to raise the slightest resistance.

"Eternal Night King, who did you offend? Cross the void and kill the gods! Could it be that you brought Nie Tunwu here?!"

Mu Rutie's face was ugly, and it was not easy to collect and accumulate incense and vows.

Yeting has been enshrined for generations, and it is worthy of raising eight gods.

But it was impossible for him to just sit back and watch the King of the Eternal Night being shot to death.

"The vows of all living beings, call the spirits as gods, and gather together to form spirits! Edict!"

Mu Ru chanted the secret mantra, and the shrine immediately turned into an ocean of rich and endless incense.

The prayers and chants of countless people are faintly visible, like a mighty river of brilliance condensed.

It carries the thoughts of all beings and all the beautiful visions.

"Absorb and refine these, wouldn't you become a god in one fell swoop! From then on, the magic power will be boundless and the supernatural powers will be vast!"

Dong Jingtang's pupils reflected the colorful illusion, and he couldn't help feeling in a trance.

The majestic and incomparable incense wish power poured into the body of the Evernight King like a river breaking its embankment.

The pitch-black robes crackled, revealing a mysterious Taoism that was as big as a star.

It seems that the eternal night is coming, and all living beings are silent!
It exudes an invisible charm of great ruin and great nirvana.

"Blessings in misfortune! Hahaha! Ordinary man, I'm afraid you never expected that with your hands, I would become a god!"

King Yongye's mouth, nose, and eyes are like deep holes, wantonly swallowing the incense and vows accumulated by Yeting for generations.

It's like taking a Tianyuan Great Pill, it not only makes up for the broken thoughts, but also increases the strength!

There is even a sense of majesty filling the world, looking down on the universe, and catching the stars with every gesture!
"This is the true God! Omnipotent, arrogant to the sky..."

The King of Eternal Night was intoxicated, but the next moment he was awakened by severe pain.

Bumble!Crash!

The terrifying light of arrows from the Sky Shaking Bow is still as devastating as it is, splitting the wish power of all living beings like a sea tide in one fell swoop!

Severing cause and effect is simply a big killer for the incense gods!
"These... will be accepted by the officer.

Your heads are temporarily stored, waiting for the official to come and get them! "

The cold voice flowed in all directions, and with the arrow light tearing the chest of Yongye King, the endless incense billowed like incense, flowing into the hideous hole as big as a millstone.

In an instant, most of it was lost!
"It's him? Ji Jiulang! You're too deceitful!"

Mu Rutie's eyes were about to burst, how could he have expected that Ye Ting had accumulated for a hundred years.

To be swept away by someone in the air under my own eyes!