God please

The sound of the door being closed made Shan Zhiyuan's heart tremble, and despair and anger rushed into his heart together.He clenched his teeth and was about to struggle, but the fragrance of the medicine was like a spring silkworm spinning silk, wrapped in a cocoon, and devoured his whole body strength bit by bit.

Although he doesn't know what is the use of long lovesickness, he also understands that it is definitely not a good thing.However, his cultivation base is only at the second level of Qi Refining, he is only a little healthier than ordinary people, and his life span is only a few years longer.Even if he didn't know how to use spells, he was sitting in a sad city for a while, unable to do anything. He couldn't help but feel helpless and tired, and tears slowly rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

It's been so groggy and sleepy, I don't know how long it has been, but Shan Zhiyuan noticed that his whole body strength is gradually returning.He tried his best to raise his hand again, tried his best to move his weighty body, and then he rolled down from between the beds and fell to the ground with a thud.

This fall, on the contrary, lost most of the feeling of heaviness and powerlessness. He was able to support the pear flower tree that was one person tall, and staggered up.

It's just that the sense of powerlessness gradually disappeared, but another evil fire suddenly rose from the abdomen, burning all the way to the chest.Shan Zhiyuan suddenly felt a haze of whiteness in front of his eyes, his knees softened, and he fell to the side.

In a panic, Shan Zhiyuan swung his palm and swept the white porcelain vase off the flower table, smashing it to pieces with a bang.

The dried plum branches contained in the bottle fell to the ground, but the white porcelain fragments splashed all over him.Shan Zhiyuan didn't care about this much, he felt that the evil fire was burning more and more vigorously, the lump between his legs was as hard as iron and as hot as coal when he got up in the morning, but it was extremely hot and stagnant.

Shan Zhiyuan didn't know how to relieve the evil fire, so he had to prop up his body first, but he felt pain in the palm of his hand that was propped on the floor, and it was pressed on a piece of white porcelain.

On the contrary, the pain relieved the dryness and heat a bit, Shan Zhiyuan held the fragment tightly, the sharp edge pierced his palm, blood gushed out, the piercing pain was like pouring a pot of clear water on his head, the passion faded, the little monk finally saw his eyes A little clear.

Shan Zhiyuan took this opportunity, stood up, and staggered towards the door.This wing room is airtight and has no windows. The only door is now tightly closed, and there are layers of restrictions, just like a cage.But Shan Zhiyuan had no choice but to slam the wooden door hard, and shouted: "Let me out!"

He shouted with a hoarse voice, but no one responded, and the room was very quiet, perhaps even the sound was cut off by the restraint.

The cage was too strong, Shan Zhiyuan leaned against the wooden door and sat down slumped.The dull pain in the palm came again, and he subconsciously opened the palm, but saw that the palm was bloody and bloody, the white porcelain shards had long been broken into powder, and a piece of black iron in the shape of the eight trigrams was exposed from it.

The iron piece is no more than an inch, with sharp edges, and the black surface is shiny, exuding an inexplicable and mysterious atmosphere, I am afraid it is not extraordinary.

Shan Zhiyuan's heart skipped a beat, just as he thought about whether this thing is a treasure, the smell of medicine suddenly came into the room again.

The smell of the medicine was menacing, as if it had invaded his limbs and bones from the skin, burning every inch of his body.Yang Gen, who hadn't rested completely, raised his head again, Shan Zhiyuan frowned tightly, and as before, he held the iron piece tightly in his palm, sharp and stinging pain sprang up again, which matched the confusion and heat brought by the medicinal fragrance confrontation.

Unexpectedly, he trembled in his palm, but suddenly it was empty.Shan Zhiyuan spread his palm again, but the black iron piece had disappeared.A gust of extremely cold air rushed all the way from the wound on his palm, quickly spread from his left arm, and hit his heart directly.

The icy cold was so bone-piercing that Shan Zhiyuan's entire arm was covered with a layer of gray-white frost, which collided with the heat in his body stimulated by the medicine, and he almost lost his breath.When the cold air pierced into his heart, it made his body feel like falling into an ice cave, half hot, half cold, his teeth chattering, and he was so uncomfortable that he groaned, "Woo..."

He curled up his body tightly, and managed to use his spiritual power, although it was weak, but he followed the rules. After a few big circles, the confrontation between cold, hot and hot was no longer clear. Only then did Shan Zhiyuan breathe a sigh of relief, concentrate and work again , until the cold is gone and the scorching heat disappears, and then I feel drowsy and fall asleep from fatigue.

I don't know how many hours I slept in this sleep.The room was illuminated by ever-burning lamps and sealed off with restrictions, making it difficult to distinguish day and night.A light sound woke him up, Shan Zhiyuan opened his eyes in a daze, but saw a sapphire vial in the middle of the white porcelain fragments on the floor.

Now Shan Zhiyuan was tired and hungry, so he got up from the door, staggered towards the small bottle, bent down to pick it up.Pulling out the cork, there was a ray of fresh fragrance that covered the annoying medicinal fragrance, and he refreshed a little, and poured out the elixir.It was actually a low-grade Bigu pill.

This low-grade Bigu pill is worth one spirit stone, which can be enough for seven days.Shan Zhiyuan has been in the True Immortal Sect for 20 years, and the number of times he has seen Bigu Dan can be counted on one's fingers.Seeing it at this time, I couldn't help feeling a little sad, sighed in a low voice: "I don't know what about master and senior brother." While swallowing Bigu Dan into his stomach.

The elixir entered the stomach, the heat flowed to the limbs and bones, and the tiredness, hunger and thirst all disappeared.Now Shan Zhiyuan is full of food and drink, but the evil fire is stronger, he can't help but staggered two steps, fell on the soft couch, gasping for breath, but his shirt was already wet with sweat.The desire is like a tide, now not only makes his blood rush, his roots are swollen, hard and stuffy, but even the place behind him feels strange.

This drug...is it going to make him die of dissatisfaction?

Shan Zhiyuan's face was flushed, panting like the wind, his fingers tightly clasped the fine cotton mattress under his body, and he curled his body into a ball again, and whispered: "There are things that are mixed, congenitally born, lonely, independent and If you don’t change it, you will go around without perishing..." He was actually reciting the Taoist classics, hoping to use this supreme and mysterious scripture to expel the endless fire in the bone marrow.

With the sound of his chanting scriptures, a icy breath suddenly rose in his heart, as if a ray of clear spring emerged, suppressing the evil fire a little.Only when Shan Zhiyuan was overjoyed did he notice a golden spell in the sea of ​​consciousness.There are nine levels of spells for ascetics. If they are distinguished by color, the golden spell is the best, and they cannot be practiced without gold core.

Shan Zhiyuan has not yet grasped the mysteries of spells, let alone learn such high-level spells.Unexpectedly, the changes in rhythm and runes of the mantra seem to have been practiced millions of times, engraved in the bones, as if you are using your arms and fingers, you are very familiar with it.

Shan Zhiyuan was surprised and delighted that such high-level spells were easily imprinted into the sea of ​​consciousness, and he almost forgot the burning tide in his bone marrow.Could it be that this was his chance?

There is no reason to ignore the treasure in hand.Shan Zhiyuan stretched out a finger, lightly sketched the runes on the fine cotton sheet, and then recited the incantation with subtle and complicated rhythms in a hoarse voice.Once the talisman was completed, the incantation stopped, so he pressed his palm on the talisman and shouted: "The world is pure, the four poles of the sky are boundless; with my body as a tool, the five virtues are one; with this body, I worship the three purity and four imperial powers." , with the power of the gods, please let the gods make it!"

Afterwards, there was complete silence, only Shan Zhiyuan's heavy breathing could be heard intermittently.

Shan Zhiyuan had expected that such a high-grade spell could be cast so easily.But seeing that it didn't work, I was still a little discouraged.As soon as the aura is relaxed, one feels the numbness, soreness, itching, dryness and enthusiasm, buried deep in the bone marrow like nymphs and ants biting.He couldn't help sighing, after all, he couldn't resist the torment of the medicine, and tremblingly, he stretched out his hand under his robe.

The place within reach, even through the thin underwear, also burns the palm of the hand, the front of the evil root is slightly wet, and it flicks up when it is touched lightly, the slight pleasure makes Shan Zhiyuan sigh and close his eyes Hold your own tighter.

Kneading jerky, hesitating and dawdling, is actually supreme pleasure.Shan Zhiyuan's breath became more and more chaotic and hot. He wanted to comfort himself a little, but he didn't want to vent Yuanyang easily.The Heart Dharma of the True Immortal School is called the Chunyang Cultivation of the Mind, and one must devote oneself to cultivation in a virgin body in order to achieve success.This mentality is not inferior, but it is the only reliance of Shan Zhiyuan's sect.

So he only rubbed it a few times hastily, even though he had a taste, he still endured it, but when he was about to pull out his hand, he suddenly heard someone's voice behind him, he was startled suddenly, and he was so stiff that he couldn't move.

That voice was that of a man, deep and pleasant, yet cold and arrogant, and his words were not angry and pretentious, making people feel admiration for no reason.The man proudly said: "The art of asking for gods is the method for mortals to ask gods for help. In order to ask for divine power, mortals must sincerely plead with pious hearts, or desperately ask for help when life and death are at stake. You are as full of lustful thoughts as you are." The person who reads, but asks for the upper body of God, has been No.1 throughout the ages."

When Shan Zhiyuan heard the words, his ears were hot as if on fire, but his fingers stiffened, and they stayed on the hot lump in his crotch, unable to move it away.

How could someone suddenly appear silently in this airtight cage?The man mentioned the word inviting God again, I'm afraid... that's why the spell had an effect just now.

Shan Zhiyuan suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassed, and was afraid of offending that person, so he turned over tremblingly and looked back.

On the edge of the bed, the merman's veil hangs down like a mist, which obscures the man's face, but his figure is still towering, like a mountain.

Waist-length black hair hangs down from the shoulders like a waterfall, and there is a spider-like silver-blue forehead ornament in front of the forehead, both ends of which are buried in the forehead hair.

The indigo long gown embroidered with dark silver dragon patterns set off the broad shoulders and broad chest of the man, tall and straight, with a cold face and no smile at all, which made Shan Zhiyuan even more frightened, this fairy... I'm afraid he was angry up.

The man saw that Shan Zhiyuan was still looking at him in an intimate posture, how could he know that this little monk was just overly frightened, he completely forgot that he was holding the evil root tightly at this moment, and his movements were unbearable.He only frowned slightly, but still followed the precepts of inviting the gods, and said coldly: "My name is Gou Chen, you should remember it well. In the future, I will be your natal god."

The art of inviting gods is also divided into grades and attributes, and the method of distinguishing them depends on the gods invited when they are successfully performed for the first time.

When performing the art of inviting the gods, you need to hold the gods, worship the shape of the gods, and call the name of the gods.Pray to the gods with a sincere heart, and the gods will respond, or they may come to the upper body in response to pleadings.

Except for the first time, there is no need to call the name, and the most suitable god in the theogony will appear, and it will become the natal god of this person who will practice the art of inviting gods throughout his life.

When Shan Zhiyuan heard that the god in the luxurious indigo shirt signed up for himself, his fingers trembled, and a burst of numbness came up from his crotch, and he almost gasped.It was also at this time that he realized his obscene posture, and there was a thunderbolt, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.Hastily withdrew his hand, but the turbulent desire in his bones still made his muscles weak, so he had to pull his hem, barely covering the embarrassment, and forced a smile: "Xiaomin is ill, and I can't pay my respects. I hope the Great Emperor Gouchen will see you." Forgive me." However, it was hard to tell whether it was because of the long-sickness that caused her to lose strength, or because she was frightened by this fairy and lost the strength to stand on her feet.

Since ancient times, the world has been divided into three realms. The lower realm is the realm of mortals, the middle realm is the realm of immortals, and the upper realm is the realm of gods. All three realms are ruled by the emperor of heaven.And under the emperor of heaven, there are three Qings and four imperial assistants.These three Qings and four royals are the best among the immortals.

The Great Emperor Gouchen is one of the four emperors assisting the Heavenly Emperor. He is a powerful immortal who is in charge of the charts and outlines, commands the ten thousand stars, and holds the ten thousand gods.

He Shan Zhiyuan, what virtue and ability, actually obtained the pantheon of the gods and invited Emperor Gou Chen to come down to earth?

I'm afraid it's the delusion of being drugged and living in an illusion... Shan Zhiyuan thought about this, and felt a little sore in his heart. The film has long since disappeared.The wound on the palm has already healed, leaving only a tea-white prismatic scar like a star, and four stars on the four sides, as if they are shining.

Shan Zhiyuan saw the strange pattern on his left palm, and when he was in a daze, Gou Chen stretched out his hand from under his wide sleeve, grasped his left hand, and pressed his thumb on the star pattern, but his tone was so cold as if frozen: "Where did you hide the pantheon?"