On the Evil Consequences of Cultivating Immortals in Reality

Breaking out in a cold sweat, just as he was about to do something, he suddenly accelerated the monster.

He yelled, "Be careful!"

"Crack."

Wen Chizhou put on a calm face, and calmly broke the monster's wings.

The speed was so fast that Xiang Junhua didn't even see when he made the move.

Xiang Junhua: "..."

Yes, he is telling the monster to be careful ←_←

"It's very interesting. The body is invisible and indescribable, but this pair of wings is flesh and blood, and it is a real body." Wen Chizhou said while mentioning the monster's hair with interest.

Strangely, this monster is quite human-like in stature, and has a head of beautiful hair combed into a woman's hairstyle.

After Wen Chizhou lifted it up, a face that looked like a man and a woman was exposed, and the scarlet eyes were blood after the killing, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Tsk, if you weren't still useful, I would have picked out this pair of beads."

Xiang Junhua: "..."

Note again, Wen Chizhou has never had much patience for annoying existences, and his style will become relatively rough.

Throwing this "thing" on the ground like throwing garbage, the monster curled up as if feeling fear.

After being infected by madness, there is still a trace of instinct and wisdom left?

Wen Chizhou observed it for a few seconds with interest, and then wiped the air lightly with his hands. The monster of unknown race closed its eyes, and then slowly disappeared as if its existence had been wiped away.

After completing this action, he folded his arms and thought to himself, how many similar lower races are there in this forest?

Xiang Junhua watched that thing obediently being wiped out of existence, while wondering, but still a little aggrieved.

"Didn't it be quite energetic just now? Is it scared?"

Damn, who do you look down on!

Wen Chizhou said in a low voice, "Don't think too much, your two attributes are incompatible."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that you are a monk, and it is a product of incense. Strictly judged, it doesn't even count as a living thing."

Xiang Junhua was startled: "A ghost?"

"No," Wen Chizhou sighed, guessing that this person didn't take a good look at the pile of ancient slips he gave him, so he was not surprised at all, so he patiently explained: "Ghosts need to have a body when they practice to the point where they can hurt people, but Incense creatures don't need them, they are just a bunch of incense, and the owner can take them back when they need them, just like a divided consciousness. It's just that this kind of thing is invisible, weak and pitiful, and generally has no serious The God of God played with incense to produce a child. Although this thing is weak, but its origin is extraordinary, only the gods can make it, and the goal of our trip is the evil god, so it just proves that our trip was not in vain."

Xiang Junhua nodded, but he had to refute one thing.

"You say this thing is weak?"

"..."

Wen Chizhou looked at Xiang Junhua with a startled expression.

"It can't kill you, isn't it weak?"

Xiang Junhua: "..."

Suddenly I felt like vomiting.

"I won't talk about anything else, I don't have any ideas about it, but you, you must not come here for nothing, just watch the fun?"

The light in Wen Chizhou's eyes flowed, and all kinds of thoughts turned into a complex smile on his lips. He looked not far away, but seemed to see the scene deep in the temple, so he said: "Now we are in trouble."

The next moment, the entire forest exuded an indescribable aura of madness.

The author has something to say: Little knowledge: Incense products are generally children of evil gods, because they are made by the evil gods by cutting off their own "flesh". Makes sense.

Among the lower races, Cthulhu, monsters that can bring disasters that are infinitely close to natural disasters to humans, are the source of human fear.

I modified part of the monsters so that they can be better integrated into the Eastern Xiu. If you can understand, you are welcome to give your comments and give the author a popular science. After all, I am just a brand new cute chicken in the indescribable evil sect. Choo Choo Choo!

感谢在2020-05-2102:53:32~2020-07-0122:37:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 drop of water;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: 4 for Three Drops of Water; 1 for Bai Ze and Prosperity Lost;

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140. Jinjiang Literature City

140 four

Working with Xiang Junhua, the atmosphere is very relaxed, maybe Wen Chizhou's performance is not obvious, but for comparison with another person, let's take Feng Xiao as an example, this guy has already pounced on him immediately, saying, this is the aura of a big boss!

Feel less stressed.

No matter how dangerous the situation is, and how bad his companion's mental state is, Xiang Junhua is always calm as usual, he can't understand where the liver tremors of ordinary people come from, and he often plays CG while talking and laughing.

What is a boss?

This is the boss!

Can ordinary people be so calm and self-possessed?

Feng Xiao knocked on the table with a small mouth. Even if this guy is not a boss, he must be more courageous than ordinary people!

Then Xiang Junhua relied on this extra "courage" to conquer the little fanboy Feng Xiao in Tianqi territory.

Don't see this little elf shaking his sleeves after coming out of the secret realm, not taking a cloud with him. In fact, he has been chatting with Xiang Junhua on Xinmo.com for the past few days.

Perhaps relying on the sense of security he experienced from the boss, he handed over all the information he had acquired over the years, hoping to be illuminated by the boss again as a qualified younger brother.

To be honest, Feng Xiao's enthusiasm has reached the level that bothers me.

Xiang Junhua said: If I'm not a gay guy, then Feng Xiao is chasing me with the passion of chasing women... In a word, get out!

Now that he saw Feng Xiao's ID flashing, the expression on his face was invariably between disgust and entanglement, which made him feel bad all over.

After all, Feng Xiao is still too weird.

Wave your hands, let's get back to the topic, let's not talk about Feng Xin, this scammer.

No matter how bad the situation is, Xiang Junhua is more like staying out of it, talking and laughing, not only is there no pressure, but also calm and composed without any worries and fears.

Only in rare cases, a little nervousness would emerge in his heart, and more often, he still had the leisure to chat with his fellow travelers.

He only discovered this problem after time travelling.

Xiang Junhua is actually quite self-aware.

Let's say that.

Can solve the problem, what to worry about?

What's the use of worrying about troubles that can't be solved?

Ever since the Longmen Grand Ceremony, this person has looked away.

If you look away, you will be detached.

No one could have imagined that the scene of the great emperor coming to the scene and subduing the demon dragon would bring about such a change in the mentality of Xiang Junhua, who was still a novice at the time. This is already an evolution that can be called a psychopath.

He is perverted, and he has nothing to fear.

But when the man who shouted "I have no fear" saw the mutated forest in front of him, he suddenly realized.

It turns out... this is actually a flag!

When the reflection of the forest is twisted and frenzied like flesh and blood, when the howling night wind sends evil murmurs from afar, when the stars fall from the sky, chaotic holes suddenly explode in the silent darkness...

All aspects of order have lost their inherent form. It can be seen that after the ancient lush trees have taken root in the earth for hundreds of years, the body supporting part of the forest is melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The gravel kicked away by the sole of the shoe inadvertently turned around, revealing a twisted and crazy face and spitting obscenities loudly at you.

There were pulsations coming from the depths of the weeds, as if they were stepping on the tentacles of a giant. This pulsation was not only the heartbeat of "His", but also represented indescribable terror.

Just one glance, just one glance, after Gao Li "looked straight", his whole body exploded into pieces of meat.

Xiang Junhua also took a look at this time, and after just one look, there was a "buzz" in his mind, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of indescribable blood-colored graves.

The melted tree turned into a huge giant. The giant pulled away the flesh and blood on its body, revealing a huge skeleton and the organs attached to the skeleton. It tore off the organs and ate them in its mouth. Through this behavior, It quickly emptied itself, its tall body quickly became thinner, and then turned into a blurred shadow with long arms and legs.

Gravels with strange faces are all over the ground now, no matter whether Xiang Junhua moves or not, they are all chanting profane language loudly.

What really can't be described in words is the limbs and flesh reflected in the forest. It's like a mountain of meat crawling out of the shadows. The ground I'm stepping on is just an insignificant root The blood vessels, the chaotic hollows are the noise produced by the blood flow in the blood vessels...

The more things he recognized, the fear also rose. Before he knew it, Xiang Junhua blushed, and the blood vessels under his skin wriggled like worms. He tried hard to hold back the shock that almost threw him into the abyss of madness. But the effect is not good.

Screaming, cursing, blasphemy, frenzy, pain, howling...

A large wave of unrestrained thoughts rushed over, and he was swallowed in the blink of an eye.

When he opened his eyes, Xiang Junhua was hugged by Wen Chizhou with a weak face. The two were very close, but Xiang Junhua's eyeballs were hollow and his vision lost focus.

Wen Chizhou deliberately moved closer to observe, and the breaths of each other almost blended directly, but the reaction that should have appeared did not appear.

The body is clearly close at hand, but the soul is separated by an incomparably far distance.

"Being pulled in."

He looked at the strangely shaped stone, stepped on it indifferently, smashed it, and turned it into a handful of gray fluffy powder again. He looked at the forest showing various indescribable gestures, and the expression in his eyes became more and more serious. Cold-blooded.

"When I bring people back, I will deal with you false god."

With a cold snort, Wen Chizhou closed his eyes, as if the Milky Way was dimming and sinking at this moment.

In a moment of opening and closing eyes, Xiang Junhua sank in this chaotic and crazy ocean for thousands of years.

At this time, he still didn't know that Wen Chizhou had come to save him on purpose, rather, this long sinking process had gradually eliminated the concept of "rescue" in his mind.Because the tides here are deep, no one is rescued, just like the sun rises and the moon sets in reality, which is normal.

No one has ever been saved, and no one will come to save others. The two shackles of will stubbornly melt away everyone's thoughts other than self-help, and at the same time completely isolate the influence of the outside world.

In addition, the willpower of a single person is easily affected by the tide, and no matter what the process is, in the end, it will only be included in the depths of the endless tide of thinking, becoming a submerged spray.

Under normal circumstances, Xiang Junhua should be the same, or in other words, those who know him should be very clear about it.

he--

There is no concept of self-help.

In this turbulent tide, self-rescue should be the only lifeboat to escape. Those who have no way to survive by themselves will definitely drown in the deep sea first.

As expected, Xiang Junhua sank for thousands of years in this time-ambiguous place because of lack of belief in self-help.

Over the past 1 years, he has not opened his eyes.With the push of the waves, the body drifts in any direction at will.After such a long time, it is strange that the clothes on his body are still as new, which proves how mysterious this place is.

Mystery represents the unknown, and the unknown will not be subject to any constraints, forming a gigantic appearance in an indescribable posture, shrouded in front of cognition, and everything under such a giant is the shadow of the rational side.

In the shadows, there should be a shallow mysterious person descending.

Like a certain inevitable law in the prophecy, after thousands of years of precipitation.

This person was immersed in the deep sea, and after co-existing with the wave of thinking, his body like a walking corpse opened his eyes, and a pure white divine light faintly leaked from the gap between the eyelashes that had not been fully opened.

……

Regarding Shinto, Wen Chizhou understands far better than everyone in the world. After all, in his hidden past, there was a period of time when he lived in a race that was worshiped as a god.

In other words, um, Wen Chizhou was worshiped as a god for a few years, and occasionally he could not be named, but this kind of behavior has become history after he stepped into the immortal way and completely got rid of the past, and those who can still remember it There are only a few of them, each of which is a living fossil in the realm of comprehension.

However, after many years, he is not unaccustomed to once again dominating the shadow side with the posture of a god.

Gods are different from immortals. In the immortal way, it is easy to see examples of the weak overcoming the strong. That is because in addition to self-cultivation in the immortal way, there are also various external means to experience the rules in advance, and use complex inheritance to simulate a rule framework beyond one's own cognition. Reluctantly raising the strength to the level of leapfrogging, it can also be said that the overall quality is very important.

In terms of combat, monks are very flexible and have a unique system. They can often see so-called "big scenes" being staged on mountains and seas.

For example, the ten suns rise together, the mountains are moved to fill the sea, and the mountains are burned to cook the sea and other iconic monk battlefields.

But God, strong is strong, weak is weak.

The two gods clashed.

Often the battles are also direct and tyrannical.

If the rules are a little weaker, you are a rookie, and you will die quietly.

If the rules are a little stronger, you are a boss, and even the hair on your legs is golden.

What is the timing of the battle, what is the right time and place, what is the advantage of talent...

What does not exist, all do not exist.

In the world of gods, strong is strong, and weak is weak. The perfect fit is like a mathematical formula written by an old professor, and there is no foreign object that affects the result.

The existence of the Mingming God, which transcends common sense, was born from the unknown, but its behavior is logically reasonable, like an alien.

Because of this, Wen Chizhou, who was setting foot in the realm of other gods, deeply felt how the rules that formed this kingdom of God were repelling himself, an outsider.

Unlike Xiang Junhua who was actively invited in, Wen Chizhou, as an uninvited guest, is definitely not welcomed by the owner of this place.

Coupled with the unwiseness of letting himself fall into the realm of false gods, the first hand was directly taken away by the opponent, so he was born at a disadvantage.

Wen Chizhou's performance seemed to be normal, but he was actually bearing ten times and a hundred times the pressure from this world. The suppression of the rules of strength among the gods began from the moment he stepped into the Kingdom of God.

He moved in this "palace" made of flesh and blood. Although the speed remained the same, fine lines appeared in the air around the hem of his clothes, proving how powerful this world is forcing him to leave early. If he doesn't pay attention, he will be killed. Squeezed into pieces of flesh and blood, and then left here forever, turning into a "fertile soil" for weird revelry.

Wen Chizhou, who has not been a god for many years, maintains the highest speed that can be maintained at present, tries to ignore all kinds of strange appearances in the deep forest, and quickly and accurately searches for any corners that may be hidden.

The Kingdom of God is the foundation of a god, and it gathers the tide of thought passed on by all the believers of the god. As long as the source of the tide is found, Wen Chizhou will have a way to take people out and completely destroy this god!

But no matter how Wen Chizhou searched, he couldn't find the "symbol" of the tide.

The beliefs of believers are generally in the usual form in the Kingdom of God. Sometimes it is a weapon of the gods, and sometimes it is a box the size of a cube. The stream of thought folded layer by layer to a scalp-numbing thickness.

There are also symbols of rivers, pools, and rain.

Most of them are related to Wuxiang.

Because gods are indescribable, so the weapons of gods are all-encompassing.

So Wen Chizhou once knew some gods who have fallen now, they often use symbols as weapons, and they can replenish them with faith at any time when they are worn out, and they are connected with themselves, so there is no need to guard against them.

Although the false gods cannot be expected to have the common sense of orthodox gods, but according to the chaotic thinking of the false gods, at first he thought that the symbol should also be a weapon inserted into a piece of meat, but after turning around, Wen Chizhou couldn't help but change when he found nothing. thought.

Is it something like water flow?

Just as Wen Chizhou thought this way, the sound of a drop of water falling on the ground suddenly firmly attracted his attention, and the situation became extremely strange.

The author has something to say: I have finally paid off my debts, heaven and earth, weeping with joy! !Then I looked back at the next door, and a heartbeat surged up...

感谢在2020-07-0122:37:37~2020-07-1522:51:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmines: 3 for Three Drops of Water; today I also want to get 1 for the second-generation Clover w, Bai Ze, and Prosperity Lost;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 65 bottles of the son of returning to the prosperity, 10 bottles of Yishi Qingcheng, Jiujiu, and Yan; 1 bottle of Qizhi Gongzi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

141. Jinjiang Literature City

140 five

In this forest full of crazy whispers and secret whispers, the sound of water drops should not be captured. What really makes it penetrate into the ears is the dense "companions" that keep falling from the sky.

"It's raining." The only intelligent "person" in the forest looked up at the sky, then suddenly flew into the sky, and accurately caught a falling body.

Xiang Junhua slammed down heavily, and was pulled into Wen Chizhou's arms. He was only a little short, and he was afraid that he could only keep company with flesh and blood tentacles on the ground.

The person who couldn't be found just now appeared in this way suddenly, and Wen Chizhou couldn't help flashing a trace of doubt beyond his control.

Looking around, only the shape of the raindrops is constantly changing. The concentrated rainwater flows through the "appearance" of the forest, drips from the tentacles of flesh and blood into the ground, and washes away the dust on the surface of the human face stone.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but at this moment, even these people who can only whisper and trivial whispers have a comfortable expression on their faces.

Under the heavy rain, the entire forest of flesh and blood with strange shapes and the forest of strange appearances were washed away to remove the weird breath, and the branches stretched lazily. The soil of the Kingdom of God was expanding, but Wen Chizhou was surprised that he didn't feel the slightest threat. It was so abnormal. He couldn't help examining it carefully.

The huge piece of meat looked down from a high altitude, and one could see a strange human face. This face usually seemed to be absurdly distorted by a vicious evil god, but it had become much calmer under the comfort of the rain.

Wen Chizhou was surprised for the first time when he smelled the fresh and natural smell of rainwater, although not much.

"Who purified this ominous country in an instant?"

After thinking about it, Wen Chizhou couldn't think of anyone in the world of self-cultivation today who has such abilities, even in the world of immortals... there is no such person, Buddha Kingdom?The Ksitigarbha King is still struggling with hell, it is impossible to get away and run to this remote place in the mortal world, then...

Suspicious characters counted from Wen Chizhou's mind one by one, and each of them had some reason to dispel doubts. As for the lands of the gods that survived from ancient times, he didn't think about them at all.

It is common sense that a god cannot change the kingdom of another god. When two gods meet, it is most likely that the strong swallows up the weak kingdom of God. Such a large-scale purification can only be achieved by other systems of immortality and Buddhism.

Xiang Junhua and Wen Chizhou, who were still in a coma in his arms, were not considered.

Because although Xiang Junhua often brings him special "surprises", such large-scale actions do not conform to Xiang Junhua's strong but timid image.

Wen Chizhou felt a little dissatisfied after pondering for a long time but failed to find the suspect.

The rain in the sky is a symbol, but it is difficult to find the source of the rain. Judging from Wen Chizhou's past experience, the degree of difficulty in shaping the symbol into the kingdom of rain is far beyond that of ordinary gods. There is no need to pay attention to the fact that it doubles instantly.

The person you are looking for is in your arms, and looking for the symbol is also to bring the person back.

The thoughts in his mind went from symbol → source → to Junhua, skipping two stages in an instant, Wen Chizhou could only dispel the idea of ​​solving the evil god by the way, and directly lead people to obey the rejection of the whole world and be "squeezed" out.

When reaching the outside world, the destination is still the strange mountain forest, and the field of vision has not changed excessively during this process. It has to be said that Shinto is worthy of being the number one mystery in the cultivation world.

So far, there are still many unknowns that have not been explored, which is completely different from the immortal way with the same mature system.

Enlightenment of immortality is already idealistic enough, but practicing divine way is even more idealistic than this.

If Xiang Junhua was awake, he would probably complain about it.

Then he actually woke up!

As soon as he left the Kingdom of God, Xiang Junhua's breathing became short, and after a few short breaths, he slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blank for a moment, and was immediately filled by a magnificent face .

Pfft!

Xiang Junhua immediately covered his heart, feeling that it was going to jump out of his chest.

Just after waking up from a coma, we can't be like this as a human being when we face a beauty who is powerful enough to conquer cities and conquer lands, Wen Chizhou!

"Calm down, look at me, don't think about it, do you remember who you are?" Wen Chizhou helped him stand still, speaking slowly and patiently helping him sort out the situation.

Xiang Junhua fell into silence for such a short time, and when his dull eyes came back to life, he moved his eyes and rubbed his face violently.

"Scared me!!"

After debuting for so long, he has never suffered such a big loss!

Just a look!

Just an eye contact!

He didn't show anything, and he was arranged clearly.

Before entering the mountain, he thought that his opponent was those rumors and anecdotes, such as monsters or something?

No more evil monks!

What is the result?

What the hell is this indescribable thing!

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! !

Suddenly a groundhog appeared in Xiang Junhua's heart, and it was screaming loudly.

During the whole collapse process, Wen Chizhou stood beside him, holding his shoulders considerately, his body was still shaking, even though he didn't realize it, but in fact, the Kingdom of God is a taboo built by gods and mysteries field.

From ancient times to the present, it is not that there are no people like Xiang Junhua who sneaked into the Kingdom of God by accident or on their own initiative, but all of those people disappeared completely in the chaotic frenzy, without exception.

Xiang Junhua survived this time, if it spreads out, it will definitely alarm some old monsters who have been silent for many years.

However, Wen Chizhou is not worried about the impact of this aspect. He is even more puzzled about who is the mysterious person who purifies the indescribable country. In his opinion, Xiang Junhua's miracle is [-]% due to the other party's happiness.

A powerful and powerful person is not limited to the system of all parties, and most of them act quite freely, which increases the difficulty of confirming their identity.

With Wen Chizhou looking at Xiang Junhua's filter, for a moment, I felt that the mysterious person might have fallen in love with Xiang Junhua who was in a coma at first glance, so he just saved him?

It's not impossible!

Eliminate all impossible clues and find the most likely one, this—is the truth!

Of course, Wen Chizhou's deduction could not be so rough, but for a doubt that has no direction at present, it is better to pay more attention to the current situation.

Xiang Junhua, who just woke up from a coma, looked a little dazed, but it was far better than Wen Chizhou thought.

There is neither dementia, nor loss of reason, nor has it turned into a walking dead. Well, the living ones still have spare minds to be afraid of.

Yes, it was great that his look of lingering fear gave Wen Chizhou great comfort.

"There is a huge difference between the power of gods and the magic of immortals. If you are trapped in it, even I cannot guarantee that I will be able to rescue you back."

The realm of the gods is mysterious and unknown, but in the immortal way, even a cultivator in the cave during the tribulation period cannot say that he knows everything.

Wen Chizhou's rejoicing at this time is from the heart, Shinto is still too mysterious and weird for monks, and Xiang Junhua's nothingness this time contains too many traces of luck.

Originally, Xiang Junhua, who didn't feel too deeply about what happened to him, was just a little scared, but now he felt cold from head to toe.

He confirmed stiffly: "Really?"

Wen Chizhou nodded seriously.

Xiang Junhua shuddered suddenly, thinking of what Wen Chizhou said when he just woke up, he cared a little bit.

"Why can't I recall what happened to me?"

Wen Chizhou said in a deep voice: "Because memories will deepen your understanding of God, and then you will be eroded by the indescribable, and then marked as prey."

Xiang Junhua: "Huh?"

Looking around, Wen Chizhou pointed to this cold forest with gray mist and said: "Regardless of false gods, true gods can expand their own domains. True gods are the projection of the kingdom of gods in the world, and false gods are flesh and blood for predation. Hunting grounds. But regardless of the purpose of the realm, the attitude toward intruders is the same... assimilated to unspeakable evil, or driven mad by whispers to become prey for something evil. That's not what the living want to encounter However, once you have the experience of entering it by mistake and recognize this unspeakable mystery, even if you escape by chance, you will be marked."

"This mark will affect your destiny, connecting destiny with various indescribable mysteries, peace will be far away from you, and your ending will be completely doomed after being watched."

The consequences are nothing more than turning into a monster...or becoming a monster after becoming crazy, and death.

It's just that Wen Chizhou didn't say any more, but left a meaningful blank.

"Hiss!" Xiang Junhua was frightened as he wished, and gasped for air. The coolness flowed through his stomach to his limbs and bones. He felt the coldness in his heart, but he didn't fly at all.

Wen Chizhou heard him tremblingly saying: "I, have I been marked?"

"It's very strange." After thinking for a while, Wen Chizhou decided to answer truthfully, mainly because he didn't quite understand what happened to Xiang Junhua, and said, "Your body is clean, and there are no traces of indescribable whispering entanglement at all, and you are more Didn’t get targeted by any existence, is it because the one here is just a false god, who only has the power of gods, but no rights of gods?”

In other words, could it be that he was half-baked, because he didn't know the rules well enough?

Xiang Junhua blinked, and couldn't help asking optimistically: "Is there anyone like me before? How are they?"

Wen Chizhou said without hesitation: "Some are dead."

Xiang Junhua: "..."

Wiping his face, he is still controlling himself not to think about his bad experience not long ago, but Wen Chizhou started to play tricks on him.

Xiang Junhua said angrily: "Everyone is dead, where did the mark come from! Do you think I am nervous for fun?!"

Wen Chizhou spread his hands innocently, "Mark [-] is actually more of a conjecture made by monks. After all, there has never been an example like yours. No one knows what happened to those who strayed into the Kingdom of God before, but only From the few words revealed by those Shinto monks, it can be judged that they have probably become sacrifices in various ways. Unlike the Immortal Law, Shinto has rituals, there are believers, and naturally there are sacrifices."

"The higher the specification of the sacrifice, the clearer the gaze of the gods will be. Regardless of the extremely low threshold for spiritual cultivation, even ordinary people can set foot on the avenue of incense, but those who can eventually become gods are all imprisoned in special The more powerful the gods, the richer the mystery they build, and the more restrictions they have on themselves. A real great god can destroy a realm with a single glance. They represent almost all indescribable, You said that such an existence would allow others to wander around your home casually without giving me some souvenirs?"

"Besides, regardless of the Kingdom of God, it is simply the lucky ones who accidentally entered the 'hunting ground' and escaped by chance. These people were all found by indescribable evil in the future. In the history of the cultivation world, there are countless similar examples Count, if you want to look back, I will find it and send it to you..."

"..."

Say, what you say makes sense.

Wen Chizhou's logic was too rigorous, he gave many examples and added a deeper inference, Xiang Junhua soon believed it, and after he believed it, he couldn't help but feel fuzzy, and he confirmed several times: "Is there really no extra 'thing'?"

"No."

"Really really not?"

"No, in contrast, you should worry more about your memory. Recalling everything in the Kingdom of God will have a great impact on your spirit. Although monks and Shinto are two fields, monks also pay attention to the state of mind , once the spirit is broken and affects the state of mind, it is unavoidable that the realm will fall and leave hidden wounds."

Xiang Junhua obediently listened to Wen Chizhou's instructions, and he didn't raise his hand to report until Wen Chizhou kept silent.

"Report, I just found out, I don't seem to remember."

Wen Chizhou raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Xiang Junhua shook his head, in addition to the horror in his expression, the confusion took on more weight.

"I'll listen to you and don't think about it, but memory can't be specially controlled in the first place, and sometimes some fragments will flash by inadvertently, but I have discovered since just now that I can't remember anything..."

"I don't remember anything..."

"Including whether I have entered the Kingdom of God..."

"Wen Chizhou, have I... really met God's eyes?"

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142. Jinjiang Literature City

140 six

Full of confused words, with the passage of time crazily eating away the few remaining memory fragments, when Xiang Junhua put down his hand holding his head again, his eyes were no different from before entering the Kingdom of God.

Indescribable fear?

What are you afraid of, wake up!

In the legend, who enters and who dies in the Kingdom of God?

This... is a bit difficult to handle, so don't try to kill yourself.

And this is not a normal reaction at all.

Wen Chizhou frowned and shot, the powerful spiritual power from his body instantly restrained Xiang Junhua's subconscious resistance, and the clear spiritual power that came out of his painstaking practice entered Xiang Junhua's body in a gentle and careful manner. It didn't expose any suspicious points, and didn't cause unnecessary damage, and it didn't retreat until the whole body was checked.

"You don't have any spells that affect memory."

He said with certainty that with Wen Chizhou's strength, he doesn't believe that there is anything in this world that can hide the memory of going to Junhua from his eyes, so there is only one reason.

"It's your self-preservation."

Xiang Junhua was at a loss again.

"What?"

Maybe he shouldn't have entered this mountain, because from just now, he seemed to be mentally retarded, and kept going back and forth between, ah, what, ah..., more and more times, he would doubt that he was a genius. Ah ah called the repeater.

If you wipe your face and Xiang Junhua's face looks sad, you can enter Buddhism and become an ascetic venerable, which is similar in various senses.

Seeing that Xiang Junhua was so uncomfortable, Wen Chizhou was also uncomfortable, and he swallowed the suspicion that was still on his lips.

Forget it, let's talk about the identity of the "mysterious man" next time.

The amount of information Xiang Junhua has received this day has exploded, and Wen Chizhou's thoughtfulness is not enough to calm him down.

For example, a salted fish like Xiang Junhua, who hasn't seen him for a long time and urgently needs to move his hands and feet, can see how much he needs to clear his head, otherwise his head will really explode!

Rubbing his face, he urged vaguely but directly: "Let's act first, I don't know what happened to Gao Li and the others who started first."

Wen Chizhou glanced at him, and seemed to slow down his voice with concern.