Mythological origin

Chapter 21 Deity Transformation
It took nearly half a cup of tea before Bai Mo sorted out this so-called historical text in his mind, or it could be said to be a large number of memories left by a certain person in previous lives.

Rebirth is scheduled.

He is now in a cycle called the Ring of Time.

And the self in the first life still took the initiative to walk into this time ring.

All kinds of contradictory or shocking information were intertwined, and Bai Mo began to doubt which of his memories were true and which were forged.

If the information in the history text is true, and I am really reincarnated in the ring of time, and every time I reincarnate, I will lose some memory or power, then it feels like this world is slowly digesting me Same……

Then why, the self in the first life has to take the initiative to come in and be digested by the world?

"Could it be the poison of Taoism?"

After synthesizing a lot of information, Bai Mo gradually had a vague guess, and he needed more time and more attempts to verify his idea.

So he withdrew his mind and prepared to return his attention to the real world.

……

And just when Bai Mo slowly came back to his senses from the historical text, he saw Mu Ziqing whose right hand had turned into a ghost claw, and was about to stab his heart...

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

In the Hall of Yingchun, there suddenly appeared a piercing sound like steel being crushed and deformed, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

The green and gloomy ghost claws, five fingers as sharp as demon knives, were twisted at this time, turned back nearly 180 degrees, and pressed into the back of his hand in turn.

"Do you need me?" Bai Mo slowly stood up from the ground, looking at Mu Ziqing whose face was pale with pain because his right hand was completely deformed.

Just now, she was tempted.

Also started.

In order to avoid future troubles, she also used her most powerful attack technique, which can attack the ghost claws of the body and soul at the same time.

At that moment, when she was about to touch Bai Mo's back, a huge recoil suddenly appeared, and she snapped her five fingers back half a circle.

As for the so-called soul attack, it was muddled, and there was no ripple.

If it wasn't for her heart-wrenching pain when she saw that all five fingers on her right hand were completely crippled, she might think that she used a fake ghost claw.

This is one of Mu Ziqing's old friends, Master Nether's famous spell in the late stage of Jindan, once used this trick alone to kill two monks who were also late Jindan.

Although she only learned six or seven successful kungfu under the personal guidance of the other party, but it is not enough to kill a mortal and get this effect.

"...Yes, I think you seem to be a bit possessed, senior, so I plan to remind you...to wake you up."

Mu Ziqing gritted his teeth, resisted the severe pain in his hand, and made up a lame excuse that even he didn't believe.

Not to mention the disbelief of Mo Fengwu and the others beside this excuse, even the expressions of the two healthy women who were in charge of carrying the corpse changed slightly after hearing this.

Just now Mu Ziqing's overflowing killing intent, even a fool can easily see it.

Simply slapping it awake, is it worth using the ghostly ghost claw with strong poison and soul attack?

"Ah."

However, Bai Mo looked like he believed it.

"What kind of intuition...you dare to fool me to die?" At this time, Mu Ziqing was constantly blaming himself in his heart, hoping that the other party would really let him go.

"Sect Master Mu, do you know a saying that says to transform a god into a mortal first?"

"Turn into gods first? I've never heard of it."

In the Yuanyang Realm, there was a word of mouth passed down in some great sects that once came out of cultivators who had transformed themselves into gods, and they had been transformed into mortals before transforming into gods.

It means that if a great monk in the late Yuanying period wants to be promoted to become a god, he must use a secret method to transform himself into a mortal, and experience the world of mortals again...

Of course, it is normal for a Jindan monk like Mu Ziqing who has no reliable inheritance to have never heard of it.

Even most Nascent Soul cultivators don't know about this.

"Wait, transform into a god first, don't tell me..." Combined with the backlash from the Nether Ghost Claw just now, a terrifying conjecture suddenly appeared in her mind.

The other party's cultivation just regressed to a level close to that of a mortal. In fact, is he promoted to become a god? ! ! !

"Are you... afraid?"

"No...no! Senior... Senior is worrying too much."

After thinking of this, Mu Ziqing instantly turned into a shrunken little girl, who didn't look like the master of the Demon Sect.

"It turns out that Huashen can easily touch it, and that's what it means..."

Once again, she secretly cursed her unreliable intuition, the so-called touching the transformation god, she never expected to touch it with her hands...

She has practiced Taoism for more than two hundred years, and she has only seen the figure of Senior Huashen once in a grand meeting that she participated in decades ago.

However, the strength and aura displayed by the cultivator who transformed the spirit back then seemed to be slightly inferior to that of this young man now.

"How can there be a hidden great cultivator of transforming spirits, come to my Yin Yang sect? And he is still promoted casually in front of my face?"

"Did senior ever need a maid? Ziqing is not talented, and he is willing to stand on the saddle for senior..." After a few moments of silence, Mu Ziqing was expressionless, and with great pain in his heart, he snapped his fingers back to their original positions one by one, and then said A big decision with a thick skin.

With such a 180-degree turn, the waists of the other onlookers were almost lost.

One second you were thinking of killing people to seize the treasure, and the next you kowtowed to recognize the Lord?

Even if the lower limit of people in the magic way is extremely low, no one thought it would be so low.

"Senior, something is wrong..."

Mo Fengwu, who was watching the play all the time, suddenly remembered that when Bai Mo came to Mo's residence for the first time more than ten days ago, he clearly said that he was only a monk in the foundation establishment period.

As a result, after the Yin Yang sect, his cultivation base became a golden core, and now he has become a cultivator of transforming spirits standing at the top of the pyramid.

Even a person like her who knows nothing about the world of cultivators knows that something is wrong.

She believes that the foster mothers Bingxue are smart, and they will never fail to think of these things.

But form is stronger than people, so what if you think about it?

They are orphans and widows, how can they do anything to the cultivator who has already stood at the top of the human world?
……

"Is this power?" Lin Fan, who was lying on the ground and watched all the events, once again felt his own weakness and powerlessness.

The Yin-Yang sect master who regards himself as trash, in the face of a stronger power, bows down, takes whatever he asks, and even changes his face in an instant and asks to become a maidservant.

As for myself, life and death are involuntary, and even the jade lock that is so hard to get, which is almost connected with life and death, will be taken away.

But seeing all this happening, he could only force himself to pretend to be dead, pretending to be unconscious and unresponsive, not even showing a trace of anger.

(End of this chapter)