You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 165 Establishing the City God

Hu Wen stared at the hall in front of him and felt empty in his heart, as if the soldiers had taken away something in his heart after they left.

It was not until Hu Ni approached Hu Wen cautiously and poked him with her little paws that Hu Wen came to his senses.

Looking down at Fox Ni, Hu Wenneng could see deep worry in the little fox's eyes.

"My dear, are you okay?"

"……fine."

Hu Ni didn’t understand birth, aging, illness and death. The scene before her scared the little fox, but she also knew that a very important person had left Hu Wen.

She felt the same when some old foxes in the tribe who treated her well died. She felt like something was blocking her heart and was very uncomfortable.

The little fox felt that Hu Wen probably felt the same way now and must be feeling very uncomfortable.

She didn't know how to comfort him, but thinking that Hu Wen seemed to like touching her fur, she lowered her head and rubbed Hu Wen's ankles with her head and tail.

Hu Wen reached out, picked up the little fox, and touched Fox Ni's forehead.

A long exhale.

I know in my heart that there is nothing we can do about this matter and no one can change it, but it is still like this and it is hard to heal the pain in my heart.

Just as they were trying to think of a way to properly bury the soldiers' bodies, they suddenly discovered Zuo Chen slowly walking up to the huge mountain of corpses.

"Taoist priest?"

Hu Wen was slightly stunned.

"These good soldiers should not die in vain." Zuo Chen stretched out his hand, not avoiding the blood, and placed it on the corpse.

He could feel the temperature.

The three souls and seven spirits have not yet dissipated.

People can be saved!

The thieves harmed them and killed them.

But Zuo Chen can keep them!
If you really want to, then do it.

Zuo Chen took out the small pair of scissors that he had been using from his arms.

As before, push your wrist and the scissors will slide through the air.

The sound of cloth being cut rang beside everyone's ears. Zuo Chen cut out a big door in the air for people to pass through. Inside this door, the dream appeared in front of everyone again.

The moment the dream was cut open, the noise of clinking glasses was heard, bringing some life to this dead place.

The window was right below the pile of corpses. Looking through the window, Ning Wei was drinking happily with his brothers. The room they were in was clean and bright, with warm sunlight behind them. Behind the window was a tall pile of corpses, casting a thick shadow that covered the surroundings.

Ning Wei was not aware of his surroundings, they seemed to have merged into this dream.

Zuo Chen stretched out his hand, trying to reach into his dream, but his hand seemed to have touched an invisible wall, blocking it outside and unable to get in at all.

Their three souls and seven spirits are still in this dream and have not yet dissipated.

An obvious resistance surged from Zuo Chen's palm.

This big dream doesn't want to let anyone go.

With a cold snort, his eyes shone brightly with golden light, and thunder roared from his palms.

Zuo Chen straightened his Taoist crown and raised his hand high.

The palm is like a shadow, slapping down suddenly!

"Snapped!"

Zuo Chen struck the invisible barrier with one palm.

There was the sound of cracking porcelain layers, and Zuo Chen actually pushed forward and walked into this dream with his body!

The Ningwei soldiers who were drinking also heard the sudden noise. They subconsciously drew their weapons and looked sideways, only to find that Zuo Chen had been standing in the room without them knowing when.

"Master?" Ning Wei was obviously stunned. Just when he was about to ask what was going on, he suddenly saw a small breeze blowing in from the outside and falling on him.

It was a trance.

The memory of previous thoughts also returned to Ning Wei's body.

He swayed, his expression a little dazed, and after thinking about it for a while, a bitter smile appeared on his face:
"Master, I and my brothers...are going to die."

"The body is indeed destroyed."

After hearing Ning Hui's words, the other soldiers were also at a loss. They looked around and at each other, as if they wanted to say something, but in the end they swallowed their words.

Before I had time to feel sad, I heard Zuo Chen say:
"Although your physical body has been destroyed, your souls and spirits are still preserved in this dream. If you wish, you can follow me out of the dream and become the City God of Xiliantai!"

Ning Wei couldn't hide his surprise when he heard this:
"Is it really okay?"

"Naturally."

"But shouldn't there be only one City God in a place?"

"Can't the City God have some subordinates?" Zuo Chen said with a smile: "Everyone here, if you want to rest peacefully, I can use the talisman to cut out this dream separately, and stay here peacefully and happily. If you really want to come out with me, you may have to continue to work hard."

Ning Wei looked at the brothers following behind him.

The soldiers just lined up neatly, stood behind him and listened to his orders.

The soldiers didn't say a word, but their eyes told Ning Wei the answer.

"You brats are putting your lives on my back again." Ning Wei laughed, "It doesn't matter if my body is destroyed. There are still evil spirits wandering in Youzhou. If my brothers and I were to live in this dream, we probably wouldn't be able to sleep well in the middle of the night!" He slapped his head again, "Oh, we're already in a dream, why are we still sleeping!"

He looked at Zuo Chen again and knelt on one knee:
"Please grant me the title, Master!"

The other soldiers also knelt on one knee and bowed forward.

"it is good!"

Zuo Chen formed the Dao seal with his hands, and was already using the Law and Order Technique:
“The living guard their lives, the dead guard their souls.

"Protect the world, eradicate evil and maintain peace!"

The light at my fingertips grew brighter, and my dreams were pulled away by an invisible force, with all the scenery being pulled further and further away.

This big dream seemed to want to struggle one last time and pull Ning Wei and the others away, but the light from Zuo Chen's fingertips became brighter, and in the blink of an eye, it blew away the surrounding illusory dreams.

Returning to the sea of ​​blood and corpses, he turned his hand and created another Taoist formula:

"Recalling the past, when the flowers bloomed in an instant, who could have mastered the secret of the immortal roots?

"After the wind, the forest and garden are like a painting created by nature, and the horizons are completely different."

Throwing the flower outward, it landed on the mountain of corpses.

Blood, flesh and bones turned into streams of light, floated into the air, and turned into petals that swayed in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, it swept across the entire West Union Platform, dispelling the filth inside and outside, leaving only petals flying all over the sky, as if celebrating a new life.

This technique of the Flower Blooming Instant not only provides shelter for living beings and protection for the flowers, but can also transform blood into petals that float in the wind.

Originally, according to the jade slips, the flower blooming in an instant was mainly used for defense or to turn the enemy into flowers. It was the most useless of all such magical methods as turning mud, fire, rushing river water, and the bodies of the dead into flowers.

But the owner of this jade slip likes it very much, and Zuo Chen likes it too.

By the time the petals had faded, there was no longer any trace of corpses or blood inside or outside the West Union Tower. The tall building looked a little worn, with old knife and axe marks.

At this moment, Ning Wei and others finally stood in the ordinary world again. Golden light appeared on their bodies. They were no longer ordinary people, but city gods.

Hu Wen looked at Ning Wei who had reappeared, his lips trembling slightly, and finally he couldn't help but called out:
"Brother Ning!"

"You little bastard." Ning Wei also looked at Hu Wen and scolded him with a smile: "You are a grown man, but you are crying like a coward."

But as he spoke, tears began to flow, wetting the corners of his clothes.

……

Even a man like Ning Wei took a long time to calm down when faced with such a thing.

Although Ning Wei and his soldiers now have only three souls and seven spirits and have transformed into city gods, they should only exist in the clay sculptures and golden bodies, but in fact this is not the case.

With just a little effort, Ning Wei and others can temporarily obtain real bodies.

After being reborn, they have more or less mastered some merit power. When they transform into physical entities, their power becomes stronger, or they can resonate with the creatures around them, or their pure Taoism is improved.

There are quite a few clever methods here, and they just need to try them out more.

However, as they have just acquired new powers and their bodies are not yet adapted to the new power, they are bound to make some jokes. For example, one of Ning Wei's soldiers found it difficult to control his strength at this moment. The strength of his whole body increased and he could not control his feet. He either slammed his head against the wall or hit the ceiling.

"Master." Ning Wei came up to Zuo Chen, bowed, and said, "Our other brothers..."

"Their souls and spirits are not in the dream."

Ning Wei sighed inwardly.

He probably guessed this.

There is indeed no possibility of resurrection for those who are killed by the evil spirits in the dream.

After all, as a veteran who was used to seeing life and death, he quickly adjusted his mood and said:

"The evil monk who harmed my brothers may still be at the watchtower. I plan to take my brothers out and kill him. Taoist priest, do you think this is feasible?"

"Can you guys do it in your current state?"

Hearing Zuo Chen's question, Ning Wei's face became a little embarrassed.

If he were still in physical form, Ning Wei could guarantee that it wouldn't take much effort to kill a monk.

It’s a pity that in his current state, if he touches the knife, the knife might fall out of his hand, let alone kill someone.

Seeing him like this, Zuo Chen smiled helplessly:
"Don't try to be brave for now. Get used to your new body. I have nothing to do right now and my hands are itching to get out. I'll go take care of that thief monk you mentioned."

"Thank you, Taoist Priest!"

Ning Wei was very grateful.

Just as Zuo Chen was about to go out, Guan Gou Dou and Zhu Lao Ba came up behind him.

"Master, please take us with you." Zhu Laoba smiled and said, "We drank with Brother Ning in our dream before, and we couldn't bear it. Besides, there's no need for you to kill such a thing. When the time comes, we will chop him into pieces, and save your Taoist robe from being stained with dirty blood."

Although he laughed, Zuo Chen did not refuse.

When he arrived outside the broken golden gate, he looked into the distance.

Zuo Chen saw the lookout tower that Ning Wei mentioned. The high-rise wooden building cast a long shadow in the sunlight.

I raised my head and looked in that direction, and found a bald head looking into my eyes.

Sure enough, he didn't leave.

He exerted force on his feet and flew over in the blink of an eye, reaching the watchtower.

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