I Killed Gods and Demons in Song Dynasty

Chapter 100: Facing the Gods
Li Qingyun was watching from the side, when suddenly an idea came to his mind. He was already in the third realm now, only one realm away from Qiu Wang. If he used the "premonition" method to predict his position, he wondered if he could get an accurate revelation?

It's a pity that he didn't have any personal items on his body, so he couldn't test it... Li Qingyun smacked his lips and shook his head helplessly. He suddenly felt dazed, as if a layer of mist shrouded the surroundings and everything became blurry.

what happened?

I am already a cultivator at the "Spirit Refining" realm, I shouldn't be dizzy for no reason. Something must have happened!

Could it be that the Faceless Immortal has appeared?
However, as soon as the thought came to mind, the surrounding scenery became clear again, as if those changes had never happened.

Li Qingyun frowned slightly, guessing in his heart that this was probably the vision when the Faceless Immortal responded to the prayer.

He patted his chest to calm himself down a little, but when he looked at Mrs. Wei again, he saw that her usually calm and peaceful face suddenly became ferocious, and under her well-maintained delicate skin, there were bumps crawling wildly.

The next moment, densely packed blue-black tumors of varying sizes grew out of Mrs. Wei's face, but she seemed to be unaware and was still praying devoutly.

"Shit! She's losing control!"

Although Li Qingyun was only a beginner in the mysterious world, he had seen cultivators lose control and collapse more than once. He was experienced and immediately called out to alert Xu Liang, Bai Yunrui and others.

Upon hearing the sound, Bai Yunrui quickly drew his sword and at the same time took out the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda and held it in his palm. The pagoda began to shake violently, as if it was being pulled and summoned by some evil force.

Xu Liang and Yang Paifeng also noticed something unusual and drew their weapons, ready to attack.

Just when several people were preparing to attack Mrs. Wei, a strong wind suddenly blew, and the red cloth covering the statue of the Faceless Immortal was quickly peeled off, revealing the true face of the statue.

"No, you can't...look directly at...God!"

Li Qingyun thought of what happened to Lu Zhen before, and his heart suddenly tightened. He quickly wanted to close his eyes, but it was too late.

His eyes had already made contact with the statue, and the thoughts in his mind suddenly became sluggish, as if someone had poured a large jar of paste into his head, making him sticky, muddy, and unable to control himself.

However, what surprised him even more was that the statue of the Faceless Immortal actually had five facial features.

His face was extremely long, with a large hooked nose in the middle, his eyes were a thick gray-brown color, and there was a very obvious black mole under his ear with a tuft of black hair on it...

This is...Qiu Wang...'s face!
Why... is he... the Faceless Immortal?
The thoughts in Li Qingyun's mind became increasingly rigid and slow, and he was almost losing consciousness.

Not only him, Xu Liang, Bai Yunrui and Yang Paifeng also came to a standstill at the same time, as if time had stopped at this moment.

At this moment, the faceless immortal statue suddenly seemed to come alive. Qiu Wang's face raised the corners of his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and laughed triumphantly:
"Haha, you didn't expect that I could control so many masters at once. You guys came just in time. My ritual is still lacking a few powerful spirits as the axis. Thank you for your help!"

As he laughed wildly, Li Qingyun felt a splitting headache. The flesh under his skin began to twist and wriggle uncontrollably, and strange buds grew out of it.

At the same time, his ears were filled with whispers like a tide, some low, some high, some sad, some ecstatic, all kinds of emotions madly impacted his nerves.

Li Qingyun knew in his heart that this was a sign of losing control, but at this moment, his body and mind were extremely stiff, and he could not move or resist. "Looking directly at... the gods... would immediately... collapse. Why... am I... just... being controlled?"

On the one hand, he was in an impasse, as if his body was being pulled by invisible strings and manipulated like a puppet, but on the other hand, deep down in his heart he felt that something was wrong and that things should not be that simple.

But his brain had stopped working. Not only could he not think clearly about these questions, even the scenery before his eyes had become blurry. Red, blue, white, all kinds of colors mixed together to form a colorful vortex, vague and incomprehensible.

At this stage, he knew that he could no longer rely on his own strength as a warrior to fight against the loss of control. Even if Xu Liang and Bai Yunrui were still awake, they would not be able to help him.

"I...can't...do this. I have to...save myself."

Driven by a strong desire to survive, Li Qingyun used the last bit of free will to force himself to communicate with the pupils on his arms and activate the method of "inspiration".

After becoming a cultivator of the third realm, the newfound inspiration he gained from divination can temporarily borrow the power of the gods, hand over control of his body to the gods, and allow them to control him. The gods will then make the most favorable decisions for him based on their mysterious premonitions of seeking good fortune and avoiding danger.

As soon as his magical power was activated, Li Qingyun felt someone pushing him hard, and then he returned to the magnificent and mysterious palace and sat on the ancient and tall throne again.

His chaotic thoughts immediately settled down and he regained some thinking ability, but before he had time to think more, the divination power controlled his body and returned to reality.

The moment he came back again, he seemed to wake up from a dream, and suddenly found that the scenery around him was slightly different from before.

The statue of the Faceless Immortal was still covered with a red cloth, and his true appearance was not revealed. Madam Wei still maintained the posture of kneeling and praying. There were no wriggling bulges and dense tumors on her face.

She did not lose control, but together with Xu Liang, Bai Yunrui and Yang Paifeng, she was like a still puppet, motionless and frozen in place.

After waking up, Li Qingyun immediately understood that what had just happened was not reality, but that all of them were forcibly pulled into some kind of dream.

The only one who can do this is definitely Qiu Wang.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, he found himself uncontrollably pulling out a shiny flying knife from his back. There were strange patterns carved on it, and just one glance at it gave him a burning pain.

This was the life-saving item that Mu Guiying had given to him before. Even masters of the fourth realm had to avoid its edge.

The next moment, Li Qingyun's true energy poured uncontrollably into the flying knife, stimulating the rich incense power on it and causing it to burst into dazzling white light.

"Qiang!"

The flying knife shot out towards a shadow outside the cave, and then a scream of "Ah" came from there...

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(End of this chapter)