Lord of the Heavens

Chapter 38 God-making ([-])

Papa Antique Store.

The old man who had just removed the devil's mark on Xiaoyu's ankle looked out solemnly.

Around him, green light enveloped the entire antique shop, to prevent the huge faith from eroding the people inside.

"Father, what's going on?" Chen Long asked in surprise.

Next to Tru is also full of curiosity, they have never seen such a thing similar to the vision of heaven and earth.

"This is the power of faith. Some people want to create gods!" The old man explained, and his expression was quite complicated.

"God-making? Is it the kind of god in the legend? Will Monkey King appear?" Suddenly a childish voice sounded.

Xiaoyu, who was unconscious, had appeared behind the crowd at some point, she looked outside in surprise and couldn't help asking questions.

"Xiaoyu, it's great that you're awake." Seeing the healthy Xiaoyu, Chen Long couldn't help but lowered his body and hugged her and said with relief.

Although the father said that it was all right, the parents' worries would not disappear until the last moment.

"Xiaoyu is right, it is the gods in the legend, but it is impossible for the gods to appear before finding a soul that can carry the faith." The old man explained with a serious expression.

After all, mages of their level know belief in this kind of thing, but this kind of energy is too special to basically use it.

As for making gods, it's not that no one has tried it on the Zhengqi mage's side. After all, demons are immortal. Almost every generation of saints has sought immortality, but without exception, they all failed.

And making gods has become the first choice after failure. Maybe there is no one who can meet the requirements of believers, and these attempts have all failed.

But this is only for good gods. Evil gods have successful cases, but they are just fools with empty power.

He was destroyed by the saint warrior who created him in minutes. There is no doubt about this. The peak period of the saint warrior can be said to be the strongest existence under the balance of yin and yang.

In this world, apart from the eight great demons, there is nothing that can fight against it, not even gods.

"Then these white lights are what they looked like when they failed?" Chen Long let go of Xiaoyu and asked with a relaxed tone.

The most important thing in his heart is his family, followed by major events outside. Now that Xiaoyu has returned to normal, of course his tone will be relaxed.

The old man closed his eyes and felt it for a while, nodded and said: "The total amount of righteousness has not changed, this is indeed a failure."

Speaking of which, the old man frowned, he didn't understand the person who wanted to create gods, and making gods was a thankless task.

After all, no one can control the gods. Their power comes from faith. If faith feels controlled or bewitched, it will forcibly expel all foreign abilities.

If it cannot be expelled, then the faith will collapse and leave the gods.

The old man was thinking about it, suddenly he was taken aback, and murmured like a flash of inspiration: "Yin and Yang are balanced."

"Father, what do you mean by balance?" Chen Long immediately caught the information and asked.

"For the balance of the world, demons account for a large proportion, so there will be generations of saints. If gods appear, it will be hard to say, and even all the demons will wake up." The old man rolled his eyes involuntarily as he thought about it. Xiaoyu.

Right now, righteousness and blackness are almost balanced, and even blackness has a slight advantage. This is the reason why other demons cannot wake up.

If there are a large number of gods appearing, then.
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"Where's Dad's hot tea? Do you want to die of thirst?" Dad clasped his fingers together and gave Chen Long a smack.

He obviously didn't want to talk about this with Chen Long. After all, he was worried. It was enough for him alone, and it was useless for others to tell them.

"I'll go get ready now." Chen Long rubbed his forehead, turned around and walked back.

The top of Mount Tai.

In a place surrounded by fairy spirit, a lonely old man is silently looking into the distance, which is the direction of America.

The belief in God is too vast to see something here.

"God-making! Troubled times!" the old man said with emotion.

Behind him, a green light door appeared behind him, and then a middle-aged man with a straight back walked out from behind the light door, and shouted respectfully: "Teacher!"

"I know what you want to say, that's the only chance. Now that the demon's recovery has been achieved, we just need to do our own thing." The archmage waved his hand and said boringly.

The middle-aged man was silent for a while and asked, "Will the person who wants to ask the United States have an impact on the situation?"

The Archmage was taken aback for a moment, then smiled helplessly and said, "Yin and Yang will always be balanced, and the world always wants to make progress."

"I don't understand!" The middle-aged man shook his head and said straightforwardly. Obviously, he didn't like to go round and round.

"You, you." The archmage shook his head and said directly: "The change of the pattern is inevitable. The demise of the undead gods and the decision of the previous saint have made this change accumulate. Now that the black air has begun to gain the upper hand, the change will explode. .”

The middle-aged man remained silent. It was obvious that these answers had not met his expectations.

The archmage was helpless, this disciple was from a military background, and he was also the most straightforward one. He still couldn't understand things that other disciples could understand immediately.

"Let you read more books instead of listening. Simply put, the recovery of the gods is inevitable. The situation will be in the hands of gods and demons in the future, and humans will be secondary." The archmage said directly in vernacular.

"Can it be changed?" The middle-aged man asked directly, without beating around the bush.

"That time decades ago was the last chance, it's gone now, the mechanism of the world has started to operate." The Archmage shook his head and said.

"The last question, God, can Huaxia make it?" The middle-aged man nodded and asked.

"No!" The archmage said decisively.

Apart from being thankless, joking about making gods basically has no other benefits.

They need faith to confuse people's hearts, similar to cults, which doesn't matter to those believers, but it is not so friendly to ordinary people, especially Chinese people.

After all, who doesn't know Huaxia's beliefs, if it is useful, just believe it twice, maybe you will forget it at some point, if it is useless, God?what is that?Can I eat it?

When the gods can't absorb faith in China, then they have a high probability of going to places with pious beliefs, which is almost considered an enemy.

Seeing the look on the middle-aged man's face, the archmage said helplessly: "Huaxia has always relied on itself rather than the so-called gods. The Magic Academy can almost consider it."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, even demon mages can seal it, so why seek the power of the so-called god?

Huaxia has always been self-reliant!

(End of this chapter)