ceremony...
Let the three gods acknowledge that Tianyang is a god.
Tianyang can briefly become Chiyi.
How incredible this is.
Whether it is Tianyang himself or Gao Xinghu.
Everyone was stunned.
But then they thought that this was almost impossible to achieve.
As if seeing through their thoughts, the recorder nodded: "This is difficult to achieve."
"I can be part of the ceremony. I can acknowledge you."
"But two more gods are needed to complete this ritual, and this requires the gods to be spontaneous and voluntary."
"No threats, coercion, inducement or bargaining."
"This can only be done if they are willing to acknowledge you as a god from the bottom of their hearts."
Tianyang smiled bitterly: "This is almost..."
He suddenly had an idea and asked, "Recorder, what god is needed here?"
"Does it have to be a higher god?"
The recorder shook his head: "No need, as long as it's a god, it's fine, even if it's a lower-level god..."
"Wait, you can find two lower gods?"
Tian Yang said: "There is one next to me, and I believe she should be willing to admit it."
"But as for the other one, I'm not so sure."
The other refers to 'Oreil'.
The god I met in the 'Star City' that day.
"What happened to the other one?" asked the recorder.
Tianyang said: "The other one, He is in another world, not in reality, not in another world of the reverse world."
"Moreover, His 'essence' was split into two, creating two of Him."
The recorder was silent for a moment: "I roughly know what happened."
"no."
"If the 'essence' has been split, then He can no longer be called a god."
"This situation is considered a demotion, from a lower-level god to two angels."
"Unless we can be reunited, this blessing of existence will be useless."
Tianyang sighed: "Really? It really doesn't work."
"However, in this case, with only one god missing, perhaps there is still a chance."
Gao Xinghu said: "Recorder, I don't know what preparations we need to make."
The recorder nodded and pointed at Tianyang and said, "You need to write a legend for him. You need to create a mythical color and spread it widely so that people can believe that such a god exists."
"In addition, you need to erect nine statues on three continents. They must be carved in his image."
“It can be exaggerated and mythologized, but the prototype must be him.”
“The image has to be him.”
"People can associate him with it when they see it."
"Once his legend, his statues, and his existence have made people believe."
"Then you can hold the 'becoming a god' ceremony."
"Your church should be very good at this kind of work, so I said this is not difficult for you."
"The difficulty still lies in the blessing of the gods. You need to find another god to bless you before the ceremony."
"Then you can become a god, a myth."
"This is probably all I can do to help you."
"I'll contact you when you're ready."
After saying this, the recorder disappeared from the screen.
In the desolate wilderness.
The wind is howling.
The recorder put down the electronic board and poured himself a cup of tea.
At this time, some words appeared on the electronic board: Great recorder, you really care about these humans.
The old man exhaled, took a sip of the liquid in the cup, and said with a click of the tongue: "There is no way. The Kshatriya has swallowed Olgabe now. My situation is getting more and more dangerous."
"What can we do? We have no choice but to help humans."
"But while I'm helping them, they're also giving back to me."
"So when you calculate it, it's not a loss at all."
New words suddenly appeared on the electronic board: "Can they give back to you?"
"Can."
The old man smiled and said, "This is a 'becoming a god' ceremony. Although it only takes a short time to become a god, this secret knowledge is not known to everyone."
“Now I pass this knowledge on to them.”
"If they can complete this ritual, then the process itself will allow my 'knowledge' to take root in this universe."
"It will help me recover faster and get back to my peak!"
... ... ...
Western Continent.
In a certain mountain range, the sound of explosions continued to be heard.
In an instant, a mountain collapsed completely.
At the foot of the mountain.
In the thick smoke, a figure broke through the dust and slid hundreds of meters on the ground.
Looked up.
A dark green fireball shot out from its mouth.
It shot out into the dust.
Suddenly, a black light flashed vertically in the dust and smoke.
The dust and smoke immediately cleared away to the left and right.
The dark green fireball was also cut in half and exploded into two balls of green flames.
In the middle of the two balls of green fire, a girl dragging a sickle walked over step by step and out of the dust.
In front of her.
The boy who had just sprayed the fireball stood up.
The scales on his body either fell off, burned, or froze.
The black hair that was originally shoulder-length has now turned into uneven, messy short hair.
Only the two golden eyes still had a fierce gleam.
"I don't accept..."
The boy roared: "You are all mine, how could you betray me!"
Xitong raised the black sickle little by little: "This is not betrayal, this is the choice of 'infinity'."
“It chose to be life, to be me.”
"And I don't want to be absorbed by you."
"Then there is only one choice left."
"The only choice."
Behind the young man whose body was covered with snake scales, a black aura emerged and a sickle chopped down.
The boy managed to dodge, but the sickle still cut off one of his arms.
He turned around and roared, and scales on his body burst out and were hit by the second Xitong who walked out of the black aura.
Easily spin the sickle to block them all.
Then Xitong continued with what he said before: "I can only choose to kill you."
The young man, who had only one arm left, looked at his arm, which was lying on the ground and was covered in a black aura.
It became unreal, as if it had faded into the background, no longer having any connection with him.
A resentful light suddenly flashed in Yuanchu's two golden eyes.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, only in Xitong's spiritual world.
A violent 'wind' blew.
This wind carries with it all kinds of negative thoughts and resentful emotions.
He wanted to pull Xitong's soul into the dark side, pollute her mind, make her lose her humanity, and turn her into a monster!
Xitong sensed something was wrong and immediately enveloped herself in darkness to distance herself from reality.
After the influence was weakened, it began to dispel the pollution of the spiritual world, while allowing the clones transformed by the elemental glands to continue attacking.
The clone has no mind, so there is no need to worry about attacks like mental pollution, and its strength is similar to hers.
Even if it is not as good, the gap is limited.
If only the more clones there were, the weaker the power would be.
Xitong had long wanted to use human wave tactics to overwhelm "Original".
As soon as the snake-scaled boy had affected Xitong himself, he was attacked by his glandular clone.
This clone, who was almost indistinguishable from Xitong herself, waved a black sickle and used various elemental abilities to assist from time to time.
Entangled with the original.
Don't seek to be meritorious, but seek to avoid mistakes.
He was determined not to give Yuanchu a chance to escape.
The snake-scaled boy, who had only one arm left, quickly regenerated his limb, but his aura dropped by another three points.
After fighting with Xitong's clone for a few moments, half of his head was accidentally cut off by the black sickle.
Then the black sickle flashed several times, and the boy's body was torn into pieces.
But when the fragments fell to the ground, they turned out to be a one-eyed monster snake.
Yuanchu used a one-eyed monster snake in his body to withstand the attack instead of himself. His main body took the opportunity to distance himself and appeared near the forest.
Rush into the forest.
Brilliant rays of light fell from the sky, and this gorgeous rain of light landed on the edge of the forest.
The edge of the forest was covered in firepower as if it were attacked by thousands of heavy artillery pieces at the same time.
Set off endless explosions.
The earth shattered and the trees fell.
Forming a line of death, blocking the origin.
Xitong has dealt with her mental pollution problem, and she uses some dark aura to protect her brain.
Avoid being influenced by similar means again.
Then he let go and took advantage of his energy which was greater and stronger than before.
Don't save your energy at all.
Various elemental abilities are at your fingertips, locking onto the origin and bombarding it indiscriminately.
The boy with snake scales can only close the scales all over his body to increase his body strength.
Then use speed and agility to constantly change positions and dodge continuously.
If you really can't avoid it, use the thickest and hardest part of the scales to withstand the impact.
that's all.
He took the attack.
at the same time.
Xitong and her clones attacked from different directions.
The two girls ran towards the target, their bodies dragging the giant scythes so petite.
But it gives people a feeling of crashing into a mountain.
Yuanchu's eyes burst into golden light, and his body suddenly swelled up, no longer maintaining a human form.
It directly turned into a hideous giant snake with scales dyed dark green, sticky liquid flowing between the gaps, and a male face embedded on its flat head.
Immortal evil snake!
This is his original form, his most primitive appearance.
That's his true face.
Being forced into a desperate situation, Yuanchu had no choice but to reveal his true form.
But this couldn’t last.
Because he is incomplete now, extremely incomplete.
Lacking his 'essence', all he could unleash was the great strength of this body and a few innate abilities.
Without the support of 'essence', this 'angel' form is like a mirage.
A little disturbance and it will disappear.
After changing into the form of an 'evil snake', the original thick tail swung and first knocked away Xitong's clone.
Then he turned around, opened his mouth, and spewed a substantial "pollution stream" towards Xitong's body.
A grey "river" flowed violently from the snake's mouth, and faces emerged in the river. These faces uttered vicious curses, bringing extremely strong mental shocks to ordinary people.