Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

When the new dynasty was born, if the City God was re-canonized, Gao Huaide, the incense god who was canonized by the Song Dynasty, would also perish accordingly.

However, since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, it has not obtained the power of canonizing the city god.

Ye Fan remembered that Uncle Jiu once said that in ancient times, the Human Emperor could confer gods.

Canonization is not a deity of incense and fire like the City God, but a real deity.

The original Yellow Emperor, the official of the Five Elements under his command, became the God of the Five Elements, in charge of the power of the Three Realms, Six Paths and Five Elements.

The rest of the officials are either gods of heaven or gods of heaven.

Later, Xia Qi used the real dragon as a mount to play nine songs in the field of Damu, and the singing lingered in the three realms and six realms.

The Human Emperor is comparable to the Emperor of Heaven, holding the power of conferring gods in his hands.

Therefore, many immortals have no hope of cultivating, and if they want to become cultivators of righteous gods, they will rush to the court to assist the emperor.

Chapter 1301 Make it easy for me to find, Crouching Dragon exposed!

It's just that, later, the Conferred God War started, and King Zhou of Yin became the last emperor. With the demise of Yin and Shang, there was no more emperor in the world.

Zhou Tianzi can no longer be called the emperor of the people, but his status has declined. He calls himself the son of heaven, and worships the emperor of heaven as the supreme of the three realms. The right to confer gods will naturally be lost.

Willing to reduce the world to the heaven, it makes people sigh.

Qin Shihuang was not reconciled to being the emperor, and even wanted to create merits to surpass the three emperors and five emperors, so he took one word from each of the three emperors and five emperors, and called himself emperor.

It's a pity that the second generation died in the end, maybe it was because of offending the Emperor of Heaven!

Ye Fan feels sad for the human race in his heart, a lackey who insists on going to heaven if he is not a good person.

The Conferred God War is a big conspiracy at all. Apart from elucidating the rivalry between the two religions, it also hides evil intentions, destroys the emperor, plunders the luck of the human race, suppresses the human race from then on, and turns the human race into ants who want whatever they want.

Seeing this, the Heavenly Dao also began to compete with the Heavenly Court, and what they were fighting for was also the luck of the human race.

Thinking of this, he shook his head slightly, suppressing these thoughts for now.

The light in Ye Fan's hand was shining, the yin and yang gourd was in his hand, the wine was spilled on the soil, and the rich aroma of wine wafted through the world.

Then he took a sip of wine for himself, and the strong wine entered his throat, and his heart was full of anger.

Look up at the starry sky, and see the stars that dot the void like gems.

Ye Fan couldn't help feeling: "The city god is in the devil, this is the end of the age of mythology, it is the sorrow of the era, the end of the great world, the way of heaven is also in conflict with heaven, but it is us and other human races who suffer..."

There was an inexplicable look in his eyes, and the turbulent fighting spirit could be faintly seen flowing in his eyes.

"Humans are not humble ants. The power of the emperor will definitely fall into the hands of the emperor again!"

This voice kept ringing in his heart, and finally became like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, which made Ye Fan more powerful in holding the yin-yang gourd.

In a dark cell.

Blood was everywhere, converging into a creek, several jailers shivered, knelt down on the ground, not daring to breathe.

Cihang Pudu, who was wearing a white monk's robe, stood upright with one palm on his chest, overlooking the jailer kneeling at his feet.

"Have you found Zhuge Wolong?"

Cihang Pudu's voice seemed dry, with a slow murderous intent.

"No……"

The jailer was sweating profusely, and hurriedly replied: "There is no such person as Zhuge Wolong in our prison."

Cihang Pudu remained silent, but took out a map from his sleeve robe.

On the map, a lot of places that were originally marked with red dots have been erased, leaving only the last two places.

Cihang Pudu suffered lightly, and a drop of blood swirled into the map.

One of the red spots was infested with blood.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Cihang Pudu recited the Buddha's name, turned around and walked out of the prison.

The faces of those jailers kneeling on the ground just now showed the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe.

Unexpectedly, his heart suddenly hurt, and then his chest exploded.

The chests of several jailers exploded and were directly pierced, and their hearts no longer existed.Limp and powerless, he fell to the ground.

Cihang Pudu looked at the last red spot on the ground, showing a creepy smile: "Zhuge Wolong, I didn't expect you to hide so deep, but it was easy for me to find!"

When Cihang Pudu said these words, in a dark cell somewhere, the golden pen in Zhuge Wolong's hand suddenly broke.

The sharp cut pierced Zhuge Wolong's palm, and blood flowed.

The blood dripped along the wound and fell on the gossip on the ground, rendering it dark red in the blink of an eye.

Zhuge Wolong frowned, and pushed the gray hair behind his eyes.

He took out a turtle shell from the straw next to him, and threw it to the ground.

Chapter 1302 Stinky chess basket, at the turn of a century!

"The disaster of blood and light, the evil disaster..."