Miro Blue Scroll

Chapter 609

Miro's actions, and the subsequent choices of Odin and other gods, all had a profound impact on the human world. Such a huge change naturally attracted the attention of the old man.

The old man's eyes widened, and he said in a low voice: "Spirituality is like rain, such visions, such opportunities..."

In the next second, the old man yelled at Xiao Yu'er: "Quick, sit down cross-legged and transfer the exercises."

After finishing speaking, he also yelled at Wang Wenbin and Fang Ting: "You guys also hurry up and sit cross-legged. Now that a good idea comes from heaven, I will help guide it. It's up to you how much you can absorb!"

During the speech, the gourd, the round fan, the sword, the lotus, the flower basket, the fishing drum, the fife and the yin-yang board flew out, surrounded his body, and danced up and down, forming a gossip formation to cover all around.

Stimulated by strong inspiration, the Eight Swords Artifact spawned auspicious clouds, thousands of auspicious mist, golden and precious lotuses emerged one by one, and the fragrance of the Dao sounded faintly. Shadows emerged, standing behind the magical artifacts, they were old and young, some were well-dressed and full of wealth, some were mutilated and ragged, and suddenly they were widely spread among the people and worshiped by the Eight Immortals.

The Eight Immortals were [-]% phantom, each wielding magic tools, and the ideas that fell from the sky gathered around the small antique shop. As the Eight Immortals changed their positions, among the many visions, a pattern of eight trigrams patterns on the Tai Chi Pisces coat was constantly rotating.

Fang Ting, Xiao Yu'er and Wang Xiaobin, who were in the middle of the gossip formation, only felt that their spirits had been greatly supplemented.

Among them, Fang Ting was the first to notice it. In the dark, he felt a six-day fire mansion written on the book, and a green scroll was suspended beside it. There were many names on it. Ninth Grade Guangjisou], [Shinto·Ninth Grade Red Banner Boy], 【Shinto·Cong Eighth Grade Ding Fire Envoy], 【Shinto·Cong Eighth Grade Noon Fire Envoy], 【Shinto·Zheng Ba Rank Lihuo Envoy], And the [Shinto·Orthodox Eighth Rank Disaster God·Ling Xiaonv] she is condensing now.

In addition to the names she already knew in the past, this time she also saw [Shinto·Ninth Grade Fireball Boy], [Spirit Monster/Shinto·Ninth Grade Fire Monster Song Wuji] and [Shinto·From the seventh grade Yinghuo Envoy Song] Zhongzheng].

Among them, the origin of [Fire Ball Boy] Fang Ting happened to see in "Ear Food Record" a few days ago. It is the legendary two boys, one red and one white. The red boy throws the red ball, and the white boy picks up the red ball. If the ball is not taken back by the white boy, the place where the red ball is left will catch fire, and it is the little god who caused the fire.

Thinking of this, Fang Ting couldn't help thinking: "The last time I saw the green scroll, I didn't have these names, but I can see it this time, and [Song Wuji] is called a fire monster, so it shouldn't be a good kind, and [Song Zhongzheng] 】Being called the Envoy of Yinghuo is not much better. It should be the changes brought about by my condensed [Ling Xiaonu], and I have gained the ability to clearly see some fire-like names. '

While thinking secretly, Fang Ting continued to absorb spirituality, making her image of "Ling Xiao Nu" more and more clear. Slowly, billowing smoke gradually appeared around Fang Ting, and a phantom of a goddess appeared behind her. The fire crows fluttered up and down.

At the same time that the ghost image of the goddess took shape, Xiao Yu'er also changed. She suddenly laughed out loud, and Lan Caihe, one of the ghost shadows of the Eight Immortals, also laughed.

The laughter of the two echoed around, and the flower basket in Lan Caihe's hands also shook off countless flower branches, scattered around Xiao Yu'er.

Then there were many rays of light rising, and a figure was dressed in tattered blue clothes, with a three-inch wide wooden belt around his waist, with boots on one foot, bare feet on the other, a flower basket in one hand, and a big clapper board in the other. In the meantime, hundreds of flowers are blooming, and the music is indistinctly blue and phantom.

However, this phantom had just formed, and quickly disintegrated, turning into a beautiful woman in blue clothes, holding a flower basket full of lotus flowers in her hand. Musician holding a musical instrument.

The image of the musician appears and disappears, and finally disperses suddenly, turning into a little boy holding a flower basket standing behind Xiao Yu'er.

The little boy has a handsome appearance, and it is difficult to distinguish between men and women. The flower basket in his hand is full of flowers of various colors. It shakes gently and has a faint medicinal fragrance. With the gathering of ideas around him, the little boy re-turns into the image of a musician and gradually stabilizes.

The old man below praised secretly, he has seen the change of Xiao Yu'er's image behind him, it is exactly the different image of Lan Cai, one of the Eight Immortals, in different periods.

The last little boy can be regarded as one of the original prototypes, and it is said to be one of the origins of the magic weapon flower basket. The previous musician should be derived from the "Han Zhong Li Du Tuo Lan Cai He" about him as an actor, surnamed Xu Mingjian, The music name is Lancaihe Legend.

The image of women should be the change brought about by folklore later, and the initial sloppy image mostly originated from "Xu Xian Zhuan".

These changes are also the reason why Dad can vaguely see the changes in some names and abilities.

'Lan Cai and Patriarch are immortals who exist, why are their images and spiritual records influenced by folklore? '

The old man was puzzled, but at the moment when Xiao Yuer condensed his phantom, Mi Luo, who was suppressing the Fusang god, also smiled. He glanced at the treasure scroll in his hand, and there were a few more names on it.

[Human Way/Xiandao·Ninth Grade Flower Picking Fairy Tong·Lan Caihe], [Xiandao/Human Dao·Ninth Grade Music Official·Lan Caihe], [Xiandao·Zheng Qifu Zifu Fairy·Lan Caihe], and those who have not yet completed This type of [Xiandao·Zheng Liupin East Journey Eight Immortals·Lancaihe].

Moreover, with the formation of Lan Cai and the name, the spirituality that was previously collected by the Eight Immortals is also gathered around the corresponding magic weapon, so that the name of the Eight Immortals in Mi Luo's newly refined treasure scroll is much clearer. There are faint signs of condensation.

But compared to the name of the Eight Immortals, Mi Luo is more concerned about Wang Xiaobin at the moment.

After passing through the fire at the beginning, this young man got a little luck because of Miro's approval, and the change of this luck made the official extraordinary people of Modu see that after going through life and death, he got After thinking about the relationship between him and Fang Ting, and the official's intention to get closer to the old man after they noticed the historical time node these years, they sent Wang Xiaobin to the old man's family.

Now, in the gossip formation, many auras are combined into one, and Wang Xiaobin has become one of the individuals with the most aura among the younger generation in Shanghai.

Even, following this kid, after sensing the treasure scroll in Mi Luo's hand, there is still a faint sign of becoming the son of the demon capital.

' I don't know what kind of name he will gather. '

Mi Luo was quite interested in this child, but just as he was paying attention, the suppressed Fusang gods below suddenly vibrated, and Taoist divine lights rose from under the Donghuang Bell, trying to push it up.

Mi Luo lowered his head and took a look, but it was the Fusang Kingdom in the human world, where all the officials brought all the people to sacrifice to the gods.

Looking at the mixed wish power tumbling below, Mi Luo couldn't help laughing.

"If all wills form a city, all people are of one mind, their wills, their beliefs and their thoughts gather together, like a raging fire surging up, burning all things, I still avoid three points, but this kind of miscellaneous thoughts mixed with emotions and desires, full of the dark breath of human beings, I think it would take time and effort to refine it into divine power, so you have the nerve to show it off? As a reliance?"

Between the words, Mi Luo flicked his fingers and tapped the Eastern Emperor Bell. The melodious sound of the bell directly scattered the rising divine power.

Wherever the bell passes, the space is violently distorted, as if layer upon layer of curtains are constantly superimposed, and the bell will follow the connection in the dark, and pass to the world.

At this time, in the Fusang Kingdom, the supreme ruler is leading all the officials to sacrifice to Amaterasu in front of the Imperial Palace, and his subordinates are the Hilunaraki Palace, the Tsukiyomiming Palace, the Tsukiyomiji Palace, the Izanaki Palace, In the Izanami Palace, the Hirinara Festival Haruka Palace, the Hirinakara Festival Haruka Palace, the Qifeng Rihe Palace, and the Hihimezai Palace, there are officials and witches holding grand sacrificial ceremonies, and soft divine lights come and go Interlaced, forming layers of precious brilliance, washing the bodies of all the priests and making them healthier.

Many officials looked at each other, and while they were satisfied in their hearts, they became more devout on their faces.

As for those who have been very devout from the beginning, they can only gather around the Fengshou Daijingu outside the Jingu Shrine, and its subordinate Fengshouhuang Festival Palace, Otono Imperial Ancestor Palace, Moon Night Temple and Fengyu Palace.

A considerable number of them knelt on the ground piously, kowtowed again and again, and bright red soon appeared on their foreheads and on the floor. Such behaviors that did not conform to Shinto rituals were not expelled, but neither were they rewarded. How many gods are favored, at most, when they are difficult to persevere, less than one-tenth of the brilliance of the worst person in the inner officials can be allocated to maintain their lives.

As for the other brilliance, along with the blessings of the gods hidden around many sacrificial ceremonies, it turns into divine light and flows in the void, constantly improving the atmosphere, so that the hearts of the people around them are pure and their wishes are condensed.

These methods have purified the core vows of the sacrifice to a large extent, but outside the scope of the home of the sacrifice, the sacrifice ceremonies held in various large shrines and small shrines in the countryside all over the country have a little effect , the vows provided by most of the rest of the same shrines are the same as their shrine levels. As for the last batch, those who either passively follow the sacrifices or are forced to perform sacrifices, and Some dispensable people who performed sacrifices with the people around them provided so little power that people couldn't help laughing.

Therefore, in the face of the bells coming from the distant sky, the believers in the periphery immediately lost contact with the priests, and in most shrines, only the priestesses and priests who performed the sacrifices had problems.

As for the priests and presiders of the big shrines, they basically vomited blood and fell to the ground, and many believers felt as if a big bell suddenly rang in their ears, making them dizzy.

And the most tragic thing is the home of the sacrifice, which is the shrine dedicated to Amaterasu Omisami. There are two floors inside and outside, the inner palace, the Imperial Palace, and the ten subordinate palaces, the outer palace Fengshou Daijingu and the four subordinate palaces collapsed.

The hundreds of officials and the king who presided over the sacrifice were at least vomiting blood and fell into a coma. At worst, their souls were severely injured, and they were shaken out of their bodies. The bells rang again and again, and I felt the violent vibrations in the viscera and body, and then passed out.

And Mi Luo, who caused all this, looked coldly at the shrine below. All the dead, incomplete souls and lives flowed into the Fusang god system along with the remaining sacrificial rituals.

Some of the believers who had lost too much blood due to repeated kowtows clearly stabilized their blood in the sound of the bell, but at this moment, because the phantoms of the gods dissipated, they pulled their souls back to Gao Tianyuan together, becoming Gao Tianyuan's bright one of the foundations.

"Such means, what face is called Shinto?"

Mi Luo's eyes were wide open, and the words he spoke caused the Donghuang Bell to vibrate. After the sound of the bell was polished, Mi Luo's voice was more ethereal and far away, almost like the sound of the avenue, penetrating people's hearts.

Some of the gods in the Fusang gods still retained their good thoughts in the past. Under the sound, they couldn't help slowing down their methods, and a very small number even started to protect those souls.

"At this moment, do you still have the heart to help them? Do you want to replace them as firewood?"

Amaterasu's voice was very indifferent, or it could be said that he had been abnormal since he was affected by the demonic energy of chaos and devoured his brother. He no longer had the compassionate heart that illuminated the world and cared for all living beings in the ancient times.

Faced with the scolding of the god king, the gods who stopped did it again, and most of the gods who protected them also stopped, only two still chose to protect their believers.

The two raised their heads, looked at Amaterasu, and said softly: "We are gods, and we should protect the believers. They rushed to the shrine to kowtow and kowtow for me, so that they died on the spot. Although the situation is urgent, it is about Fusang. The fate of the country has to be done, but we should not let them die first, I hope that your majesty will keep your promise, and ask the emperor to be merciful and save the innocent."

As they said that, the two gods pushed the believers out of Gao Tianyuan, turned themselves into divine light and rushed towards Amaterasu, blending into its divine light, making the originally hot sunlight even more prosperous.

Mi Luo, who watched coldly, used the sound of the bell as an introduction to lead the soul back to the human world when the dead soul left Gao Tianyuan, attached to the body, and then stimulated the yang energy of the body with the sound of the bell, and came back to life.

As for the hot sunlight from Amaterasu, he didn't notice it at all.

Seeing the sun wheel attacking again, Mi Luo just patted the Donghuang Bell lightly, and ripples visible to the naked eye continued to emerge, shattering the rising sunlight into countless streamers. , slammed down, smashing the sun disc directly, and knocking Amaterasu back to Takamahara, and the remaining aftermath shattered countless torii gates.

The Donghuang Bell flew upside down to Mi Luo's side, stood on the Fusang God System, continued to shake gently, and made a melodious sound.

In the next second, more power was drawn by Mi Luo, continuously covering every node where the Fusang god system was located, firmly suppressing it between the major historical time nodes, and not giving them a chance to further interfere in the human world.

ps: Just in case, the name of the shrine has been changed, but everyone should be able to see the history.

(End of this chapter)