Donghuang Ziji

Chapter 666 Steadily Improving

"Dingfu Xiaoqian Immortal Lord, as the god of purifying water, establishing affinity, bestowing blessings, and eliminating sins, why do you violate the order of the Holy Lord, privately set up an altar, and collect the power of vows? Do you want to establish your own pantheon? Look at me, as long as I am willing to accept the blessing of the Holy Lord, I can also establish my own pantheon. Why do you want to destroy the stable order?"

An illusory immortal god stood in the void, with a round of wish-fulfilling precious light behind his head, blooming with glazed light, illuminating the world. There was also a mist of auspicious air surrounding him, with countless golden lamps floating up and down, dropping golden rays that flowed like water curtains in front of the eaves, but quickly dissipated when they fell to the ground, turning into flames that burned everywhere, making the chaos fade away and the light reappear.

At the same time, in this boundless light, there were many wonderful sounds echoing, as if countless people were responding to the words of this immortal god.

Chu Tai looked at the cultivator in front of him who was on the verge of losing control. This was the third cultivator who was influenced by the Patriarch Emperor and whom he had met after he tried to seize the concept of talismans under the Unspeakable.

He followed the practice of the previous two times and started to persuade them first, but before he could finish his words, the immortal god scolded him: "You seem to think you are not at fault. You are really stubborn. Well, let me enlighten you."

He raised his hand, and the light from the surrounding golden lamps gathered together, turning into a deep glazed light that spread out, covering the void and enveloping Chu Tai.

Wherever the light passed, the chaotic power around it became orderly, and those who saw it couldn't help but feel joyful and happy, as if they felt some kind of salvation.

At the same time, the mist surrounding the immortals also shone brightly, and countless illusory lotuses emerged from the mist and bloomed in the void, giving rise to waves of pure, liberated and blissful feelings, as if this was the only place of eternal peace.

Chu Tai was not affected at all. He looked at the auspicious lights and sighed, "It's hard for you to create such a mysterious scene under the shadow of the unspeakable. However, it's not normal to interpret such a wonderful scene in such an environment..."

The red thread of fate fell from the void, and with a light hook, the flame on the golden lamp flew up, and endless resentment emerged from the mist. Under the golden lamp was a huge "forest" made up of piled up bones. The so-called "golden lamp" was nothing more than a pair of swaying bone mouthparts, and the wonderful sounds before were nothing more than the sound of the bones rubbing against each other in these mouthparts.

The immortal god standing in the air is a bait hung in the air by piles of white bones. If someone really attacks it as its real body, it will only be restrained by the countless white bones below that are ready to attack, and then be torn and swallowed under the support of the "Golden Lamp", and then become a new bait hanging in the air.

Chu Tai looked at the human-faced monster with countless bones tangled together under the bait and whispered, "You sacrificed your own flesh and blood to feed your believers, but in the end, your flesh and blood were devoured by your believers and you fell into madness. You devoured the flesh and blood of your believers and then spliced ​​their bones with your own to maintain your current stability. Is this what you call blessing and stability?"

"As long as I kill you and restore order to the Holy Lord, I will naturally be able to return to normal, and those people will be able to return to my side."

The mouth of the skeleton face opened and closed, looking at Chu Tai. Two spots of bear-red flesh appeared in the empty eye sockets. With a slight shake, sparks fell, and flames ignited again on the constantly twisting mouthparts, and everything became quiet.

The mist reappears, the white bones turn into auspicious signs, the golden lamps gradually emerge, and a feeling of purity, freedom, and liberation emerges.

Chu Tai closed his eyes slightly and whispered, "It's the same again. Although I've asked you many times, you don't seem to think that there is anything wrong with what you do. This is good. I don't have to continue talking nonsense with you. I can just take the concepts from you directly."

The red thread of fate fell again, and the immortal god who was used as bait spoke again: "It's useless, how can I be under the same trick... What is this..."

The red line danced, bypassing the sparks, avoiding the traps set by the other party, and pierced directly into the mouth, pulling out a little bit of illusory spiritual light. That was the residual soul left by the white-bone believer, which was now led out by Chu Tai's spell. Fine cracks appeared on the face of the white-bone man, and he roared: "Why is this happening? Why can you steal my believers? This shouldn't be the case!" "Your believers? You seem to have made a mistake. The power of the Patriarch and I competed for the origin of the talisman under the unspeakable, which symbolized that each of us has mastered a part of the concept of the talisman, and one of the forces that constitutes your treasure edict and stabilizes your state is the talisman. It's okay in other places, but in front of me, how dare you use the power of the talisman and the treasure edict to maintain your believers? Are you only afraid that the power of the Patriarch will strip away some of your concepts, but you are not afraid that I will use the power of your treasure edict to pull out your believers? Or have you never thought of this possibility?"

Chu Tai's answer frightened the skeleton-faced man. There were more cracks on the mask, and waves of wailing-like sounds were heard. The man-faced man seemed to want to beg, but the broken mask could no longer make normal sounds.

The red line continued to fall, tearing it apart bit by bit and differentiating into many concepts.

Faith, slavery, protection, redemption, gift, rule, bones...

As these concepts were constantly separated, Chu Tai stretched out his hand and drew out a series of talisman shadows, intending to use them to carry these concepts.

Suddenly, a thin whip made of skulls rushed out from below and tried to bite Chu Tai.

At the same time, dozens of butterflies with seventeen wings and white bones draped over their bodies flew out from the other side, lightly shaking off some dust and trying to sprinkle it on Chu Tai's body.

The attacks from both were extremely fast and there was no sign before they appeared. Chu Tai did not seem to expect it and was hit directly.

Just at the moment when the long whip locked him, countless red lines rushed out from his body, locked the long whip, and pierced the white bone butterflies in the air one by one.

Then, the red line flew and trapped the two out-of-control monks in the dark.

Chu Tai slowly walked out of the darkness, raised his hand and pulled the red line in front of the two people's horrified gazes, and began to tear apart the concepts condensed on them.

Reaching out his hand to draw the talisman again, Chu Tai selectively gathered the power of the three in his hand. The suitable parts were transformed into fillings for the existing system, and the unsuitable parts were either used as materials for subsequent research, or refined into suitable treasures as protective gear for his subordinates when they went out.

At the same time, with the addition of this power, Chu Tai's mastery of talismans has also improved slightly, and the power occupied in the virtual space of words, talismans and information has also expanded a little bit.

But Chu Tai was also very clear that such an improvement would inevitably be difficult to sustain. Looking at the power of the Patriarch Emperor that was constantly twisting on the other side, he could vaguely sense that the other party had endured to the limit, and the next attack would definitely not be a small fight like now, but something involving a higher-level existence.

However, for Chu Tai, who has now touched the power of [Transmission] and has been constantly improving the Heavenly Fox Bonding Method, unless it involves the power of the upper three grades, the general power of the fourth grade cannot shake his foundation.

Chu Tai even silently sensed the blessing that was constantly fed back from the deity, and muttered in his heart: "If there are some special fourth-grade out-of-control monks, I can even swallow them up."

(End of this chapter)