The matter of opening the Vientiane Divine Pond is also a tightly sealed secret within the Guardian Palace. The lower-level clergy have no idea when the Vientiane Divine Pond will be opened. wWW. QuANbEn-XiAoShUo. coMSo, even if a few Supreme Elders temporarily leave the main hall where they are stationed, no one will invade them just by chance.
Even if someone invades, with the huge protective magic barrier of the Guardian Palace and the divine formations arranged by the Supreme Elders according to the secret techniques taught by the gods, not even a demigod can easily break into the Guardian Palace.
But it just happened that when all the elders and high-ranking clergymen went to participate in the god-sacrifice ceremony, the people from the Tiger Clan rushed in so fiercely. And a formation genius promoted by the Guardian Palace a thousand years ago, and now the chief formation elder of the Guardian Palace, is actually a member of the Shahu clan!
Today's Guardian Palace is nothing more than a cleanly shaved lamb, and the tiger clan has revealed its sharp fangs.
Thousands of heavily armored divine guards lined up in front of the Eternal Milo Vajra Palace. They held heavy shields and formed a solid shield wall to prevent these intruders from rushing into the sacred hall. But a bald man who was charging at the front looked at these divine guards, frowned slightly, and then yelled 'True tiger roar'!
A low whistling sound came from the chests of several bald men, the surrounding light suddenly darkened, and all magical elements were expelled from this space by a terrifying force. Then the rolling sound waves rolled out, the sound waves violently rubbed against the void, and white flames burst out.
The despairing sound came suddenly, and thousands of divine guards in front of the hall flew up at the same time. Their bodies flew high off the ground, and their shields, armor, and bodies began to rapidly disintegrate and shatter.
With the power of a roar, all the divine guards were killed. The bald man who gave the order nodded with satisfaction and muttered vaguely: "Only a dead divine stick is a good divine stick! Ha, if there is a god one day Let me chop with two axes, and that will be called happiness!"
With loud laughter, the strong men of the Tiger Clan rushed into the hall. They found several mechanisms in the hall as quickly as possible. The passage at the foot of the red evil statue with three heads and twelve arms in the middle of the hall was opened.
Several big men holding super-large space containers rushed into the corridor. They rushed into the largest treasure house in the Guardian Palace. All the liquidity needed for the Guardian Palace is stored here, as well as a large number of daily items, such as a large number of magic weapons, magic armor, a large number of potions and other consumables.
The individual value of these items is not very high, but the total amount is simply too large.
For example, the Guardian Palace distributes its own potions to the various branch strongholds of the Milo Sect twice a year. On weekdays, these potions are stored in this treasure house. There are countless followers of Milo God Religion, and the amount of medicine consumed every year is an astronomical number. A single bottle of these potions may only be worth dozens to thousands of gold coins, but multiplied by that huge quantity, this is a huge fortune.
The people of the Tiger Clan are very talented at how to loot and plunder. After a few big men rushed into the treasure house. He rushed up in just half a quarter of an hour. A big man with a ferocious scar on his face laughed ferociously: "It's done. Where is the next treasure house? Get started quickly. Hey, the supplies here are enough for my family to eat and drink for hundreds of years! This one is really fattening!"
The big men let out strong laughter, and a big man chopped the statue of the god standing on the altar into pieces with an axe. Then the group of people quickly left the hall and rushed towards another treasure house like a pack of hungry wolves.
Lin Qi sat quietly by the water, and Earl Longshan, who was soaked in the water, was making a shrill howl. The white pool water was frantically transforming his body, turning the defective Qi channels deliberately created in his body into the Qi channels most suitable for cultivation.
Shengxianchi had just woken up, and he had no control over the transformation process, so the process was extremely painful. think about it. Every minute and every second, all the energy channels and air pockets in the body will be melted, then regenerated, and then the process will be repeated continuously. How can the evil-minded Earl of Longshan endure this kind of pain
Lin Qi looked curiously at the other descendants of the Guardian Palace who were immersed in the water and motionless, without even moving their eyebrows. These young men with handsome faces, but their skin was a little dark and red, were immersed in the water. At the same time, he continued to murmur and recite prayers of gratitude to God.
Compared with the Earl of Longshan he had just created, the performance of these young people simply made Lin Qi feel ashamed.
"Faith is indeed a very powerful force!" Lin Qi sighed softly.
"Belief is also the source of human depravity!" Osmanthus Tree said something very rudely that surprised Lin Qi: "What kind of people have the desire to believe in gods? They are not satisfied with their own situation. They have no confidence in themselves, psychologically Only empty people need faith!"
"So the gods made human beings full of dissatisfaction, full of inferiority and self-doubt, made human beings degenerate and corrupted, and made human souls extremely empty. So humans have faith, they believe in gods, and dedication all the time can make people The power of gods is more powerful than the power of faith!”
Snorting angrily, Osmanthus Tree said fiercely: "Real humans don't need faith! Because they are more powerful than gods! They just need to believe in themselves. Why do they need to have faith?"
Lin Qi remained silent. He heard many things from the sweet-scented osmanthus tree's complaints.
But, more powerful than gods? Are humans like that still humans? Perhaps the sweet-scented osmanthus tree means that humans were once more powerful than gods? When was that? Thinking of the fragmented words that Osmanthus Tree and the others occasionally spoke, Lin Qi seemed to have noticed a lot of things.
"So I have always firmly advocated the policy of completely exterminating all indigenous people!" The Doomsday Apocalypse Palace rumbled: "Maybe I was also infected by some negative atmosphere, which made me have such an idea. But I must admit, if If we have been unswervingly implementing the original version of the "Population Plan", maybe... Well, what did I say?"
Lin Qi took a deep breath: "The original version of the "Population Plan"! And the annihilation of all indigenous people!"
No one said anything, even Shengxianchi, who had been asking the Osmanthus Tree naggingly about how everyone was doing over the years, tightly shut his mouth. After a long time, after the Earl of Longshan let out a hysterical howl, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree said leisurely: "Just wait for a while, your power will soon be able to meet certain restrictions."
"When all the seals of your four original elements have been condensed and completed, and when the power of your four elements has reached your peak." Osmanthus Tree said lightly: "At that time, your first transformation from childishness to adulthood will begin. , we’ll tell you something you should know!”
Lin Qi sighed heavily: "You can't keep whetting my appetite!"
Long Ya also sighed heavily: "If our bodies were not seriously damaged, and in human terms, our brains were damaged, we would not have 'gone off' and said something that you shouldn't say at this stage. Know the information.”
Then there was another period of dead silence. Lin Qi nodded. He pulled out a bamboo pole from his side and pushed Earl Longshan's body into the water: "Your Majesty, this is for your future and for your own good! Your body must be tempered in the most thorough manner, otherwise how can you become His Majesty the Longshan Empire?"
Earl Longshan, who was pushed into the water, looked at Lin Qi with a mournful face. He wanted to howl loudly - I am just a newly created puppet, I am not the damn Emperor Longshan at all!
Several guards from the Guardian Palace shook their heads at the same time when they saw Lin Qi treating his master so roughly.
Under the Nine-layer Secret Demon Tower, Empress Baolian and others were still continuing the ritual of worshiping the gods. The small space where the Nine-Level Secret Demon Tower is located is isolated from the outside world by the powerful Divine Forbidden Array. Any noise from outside will not be transmitted here, and it will definitely not disturb those who are said to be sleeping in the Nine-Level Secret Demon Tower. Peace of God.
The Vientiane Divine Pond is a treasure given to believers by the gods enshrined by the Miluo Religion. It can turn wastes who cannot feel fighting spirit into top cultivation geniuses! This is a gift from the gods, which represents the grace of the gods to all believers of the Milo Religion.
Therefore, every time the Wanxiang Sacred Pond is used, the temple that opens the Sacred Pond must hold a grand sacrifice here. This sacrifice cannot be terminated until everyone who enters the Vientiane Sacred Pond has left. According to the ancient tradition of the Milo Cult, anyone who dares to disturb the sacred sacrifice, no matter how high his status, is an unforgivable death penalty.
All the senior officials of the Guardian Palace held the lotuses they had just picked and walked slowly around the Nine-Layered Mystic Demon Tower. Every step they took, they must spit out a verse. The frequency of their walking and the sound of chanting were perfect. When they fit together, everyone made exactly the same movements. Their auras and soul breaths merged into one, forming a powerful force of faith that rushed straight towards the Nine-layer Secret Demon Tower.
A pale golden vortex floated on the top of the tower, and the mighty power of faith that was constantly being used was quickly swallowed by the vortex.
A looming statue of a god is suspended behind the whirlpool. He has only one head, but has four faces, each in green, white, red, and black. He has six arms, each holding a piece of mist that shines with strange brilliance.
If you look closely, you can see countless miserable wounds on his body, tearing open dozens of large and small transparent holes in his strong body. His body seemed to be made of metal, and the flesh and blood near the wound shone with the unique cold light of metal. There was no blood flowing out of his body, but hot blood-colored air was constantly spraying out.
This statue devoured the golden power of faith with large mouthfuls. The wounds on his body were constantly squirming. It was obvious that he had several small wounds that were being pieced together quickly. But there seemed to be another force in his wound that hindered the healing of his wound. Several times his wounds were connected, but a strange light flashed and his wound opened again. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)