Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 133 Mind, rich family
Seeing the god suppressing the giant beast, Shen Qing stood on the sidelines and was not in a hurry to make a move.

This god has been lying in ambush for a long time, as if deliberately waiting for an opportunity. There may be some secrets hidden in this passing caravan.

The strength of this god has reached the fourth level, which is quite impressive. If Shen Qing wants to deal with him, he must be killed with one blow, and he needs to wait for a perfect opportunity.

"Thank you, God, for your rescue."

A middle-aged man walked out of the caravan. He was dressed as a servant, and he was also a practitioner. He was in the middle stage of Yuan Condensation Realm and should be the leader of this caravan.

"Where did you come from?"

The deity stepped into the void, and the golden divine ring on the back of his head was shining with brilliance. Looking down at the caravan in front of him, he asked a faint question.

Shen Qing, who was hiding in the dark, was keenly aware of some details. From the moment she appeared, the sight of the god had been lingering on a carriage.

"I came from Middle Earth, and now I am preparing to return to Middle Earth."

The middle-aged attendant replied, and then said neither humble nor overbearing: "Dare to ask the gods, when I return to the imperial capital, I will be granted the title of the god, and I will build a body and set up a temple, and enjoy the incense of thousands of people."

The god didn't answer the attendant's question, but stared at a carriage, and said directly, "Who is in this carriage?"

The attendant turned around and took a look, and said softly: "It's my wife, she is weak, and she has caught a cold recently, so it's inconvenient to see the ceremony, so don't blame her if she looks up to God."

"It's okay."

The deity shook his head slightly, turned his palm and took out a talisman wrapped with divine patterns, and sent it to the attendant in the air:
"I have a predestined relationship with your wife, and I will give her a protective talisman. When the turmoil subsides, I can bring her back to the Southern Region in the future. I will give you another treasure."

"Thank you God for giving me the talisman. The adults in my family are in a hurry. I still have to go on my way, so let's go."

The attendant frowned imperceptibly, with no expression on his face, he accepted the talisman gratefully, and resigned.

The god did not speak again, just stared at the carriage in silence.

The convoy started slowly on the road again, drifting away.

This series of actions made Shen Qing look inexplicable and puzzled. For a moment, she sensed the killing intent from this god, but it disappeared in an instant.

After a while, the god came back to his senses, glanced at the giant beast trapped in the cage below, and suddenly raised his hand to disperse the light cage.

"Ah-"

The giant beast snorted in dissatisfaction, turned around unhurriedly, and sank into the withered and yellow jungle.

With such a move, it is obvious that the two know each other and have a close relationship.

They are all creatures who have lived on the land of the Southern Territory for hundreds or even thousands of years, so they are naturally no strangers to each other. The boundary between ghosts and gods has long begun to blur.

The reason why those villages living in the wilderness enshrined monsters as gods was mostly influenced by the orthodox god of incense and fire.

The Southern Region and even the entire Central Dynasty have long been in chaos.

After a long while, the god turned around slowly, and when he was about to leave, a sharp howl suddenly sounded in his ears, and a burst of pressure ripples that hit the soul of the god emerged from the void, followed by a blazing spiritual flame.

In a hurry, he didn't even have time to react. Under the stimulation of the deadly threat, the power of the incense stick subconsciously began to operate autonomously, protecting the side of his neck.

Bang!
A sea of ​​flames exploded in the void, and the spiritual flames boiled, completely enveloping the body of the god, and a head was thrown into the air. The wound was sprayed with strong incense and vows, and condensed into a cloud of smoke in mid-air.

Above the sky, Shen Qing, who suddenly burst into flames, was holding the saber, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes, the reaction speed of the incense fire power was too fast, even if he caught him unprepared, he was still a little short, and failed to kill him instantly.

The severed head was dissolved in the void, and converted into the power of incense fire again. On the headless body, the power of incense fire surged, and a head grew again in the blink of an eye, which was completely different from before. difference, intact.

This is the unique ability of Xianghuo Zhengshen after stepping into the fourth level. It can completely energyize its own body, no longer has a physical body, and also no longer has a vital point, which cannot be hurt by swords and axes.

Even so, Shen Qing temporarily changed his tactics and summoned the spiritual flame, which also burned out a lot of incense and wish power, which still caused irreversible damage to this god.

The divine lines condensed into golden chains in the void, the gods stepped on the chains, their hair danced wildly, their brocade robes fluttered, their expressions were icy cold, strands of incense and vows steamed by their sides, making him seem to have turned into water Bubbles, with layers of ripples.

"A mere condensate, dare to commit crimes!"

After seeing Shen Qing, the divine light in the eyes of the gods soared, and with a shout of anger, a heart sword intertwined with the power of incense and fire was cut out from the center of his eyebrows. .

In the blink of an eye, the Heart Sword had cut into Shen Qing's Heavenly Spirit. This was an ultimate move aimed directly at the soul. Before entering the Shenzang, including the Gang Sha Realm, it would be at a disadvantage to deal with this kind of existence.

Ning Yuan has not even touched the power of the soul, but if he is cut by the heart sword, his soul will collapse and he will die.

In an instant, the deity's expression froze suddenly. In her perception, the heart sword condensed by the incense and vow power seemed to have been cut on a piece of divine iron, and it did not cause any damage to Shen Qing at all.

For the woman in front of her, her spiritual cultivation is much higher than her physical body, which undoubtedly violates common sense.

He didn't feel the fluctuation of the incense power from Shen Qing's body, he only thought that Shen Qing was an ordinary monk.

Except for the gods of incense and fire, the evolution of all creatures and spirits is based on the body. A spirit without a body is like duckweed without roots, and will eventually transform into ghosts and gods.

It is precisely because of this that most monks, even if they have practiced the secret method of focusing on the soul, the strength of the soul cannot be too exaggerated, at most it is one or two small realms higher.

As for the woman in front of her, the strength of her soul is close to the fifth level, which almost spans a whole big realm!

The strength of Shen Qing's mind and soul has already undergone tremendous changes under the nourishment of the incense and fire power. She can be said to be a different kind of heterogeneity, enjoying the benefits of the incense and fire power, and excluding all the side effects.

But self-protection alone is far from enough to satisfy Shen Qing, she is here to hunt.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Qing slashed his sword across his chest, ignoring the loss of true energy in his body, and directly activated the more than thirty spirit formations depicted on it.

For a moment, the saber energy was vertical and horizontal, and there were bursts of thunder in the air.

The sword technique Shen Qing first learned was the Thunder Saber, which has a slight similarity with Zidian Tianzong's Thunder Nine Slashes. When she watched Lu Xunfeng Tushen last time, she saw some tricks in it. Today is the time for verification.

The eyes of the gods in mid-air were cold, and the god chains beside him whizzed and whipped the void with terrifying momentum. No matter how strong the soul was, its cultivation was no more than condensed essence, and it would not be his opponent at all.

The cultivation world is strictly hierarchical, and the crushing between the big realms cannot be compensated by a little talent.

Such a retrograde character has not appeared in hundreds of thousands of years, and there is no trace of it in the annals of history!
He looked at Shen Qing's short two breaths, Shen Qing had already taken the first step, and the light of the knife rose like a thundercloud, mixed with the starlight surging in the true essence, as if reflecting the scene of the universe, deep and vast, deep and thick Like a mountain.

Boom!

The Shenlian met the sword light without giving an inch, and every time it was struck, it was like a meteor falling, with great force.

The mountains sank, the earth collapsed, and the mountains shook for dozens of miles, rolling up dust and smoke all over the sky.

As the chain continued to fall, the god's facial expression turned into shock, and at the end, a hint of fear loomed.

Every time he felt that Shen Qing's aura was about to exhaust, she returned to her peak in the blink of an eye, and her true energy seemed to be endless.

Such a weird and incomprehensible opponent made him inevitably withdraw.

Under the continuous hard shaking, the tacit understanding between Shen Qing and the sword is gradually increasing, and it becomes more and more handy. At this moment, she even begins to expect that this god will not die too quickly.

After fighting for nearly half an hour, and easily defeated the god's body again, Shen Qing didn't wait for him to recover, and put away his saber, opened his tongue lightly, swallowed a breath of heaven and earth air in his chest and abdomen, wrapped in a large amount of incense and wished Power into the body.

The god's consciousness didn't dissipate, it was mixed with the power of incense and fire, watching the battlefield, after realizing Shen Qing's actions, he was not surprised but delighted.

The power of incense and fire is no less than poisonous to living beings. He can even directly reorganize the divine body in Shen Qing's body, tearing Shen Qing apart completely.

Shen Qing's expression was calm, after swallowing all the overflowing incense and vow power into his belly, he did not stop at all, and led it all into the sundial.

As the power of the incense burner was swallowed by the sundial, the deity who sensed something was wrong could no longer get out, and before even the thought of regret arose, his consciousness had already plunged into darkness.

A fourth-level incense deity made Shen Qing's spirit strength a step further, and she even vaguely saw the door of recognition and possession between her eyebrows.

After briefly scanning the battlefield and confirming that nothing was missed, Shen Qing turned around and followed the direction in which the giant beast left just now.

Her original intention of entering the mountain was to find something to eat, which she has not forgotten.

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Between convoys away from the battlefield.

The middle-aged attendant sat on the shaft of the chariot, playing with the talisman in his hand, thoughtful.

There are a few attendants at the Condensation Realm beside them, looking at the talisman at the moment, they are all discussing:
"The God of Incense and Vulcan suddenly approached so hastily. It is inevitable that he knows the identity of his wife, or has he leaked the news?"

"If it wasn't for Madam who wanted to be clean, my lord should at least arrange for a big monk to escort me this time. I can't protect these coachmen just by me."

"There's no need to say that."

The middle-aged attendant interrupted the words of several people: "The god is only at the fourth level. In today's southern region, I don't know how long he can live. Now escorting his wife back to Beijing is the most important thing."

Suddenly, the chariots and horses shook, dust and smoke billowed behind them, and the ground shook.

"Come on!"

The middle-aged attendant was the first to react, with a serious face, he waved his whip and urged the convoy to move forward.

While the carriage was running, the originally shining talisman in his hand quietly shattered, spontaneously ignited without fire, and turned into ashes.

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Chaos is rampant everywhere in the Southern Territory, and the border between Middle Earth and the Southern Territory has been cut off by a rushing river drawn down from the sky. Those who are not practitioners cannot cross it at all.

Today's Southern Region has become a huge cage, the Colosseum.

The gods here will decide the outcome, and there will be no external interference until the strongest is determined.

In the corner of the southern region, in an unremarkable barren mountain, a Buddhist temple quietly stood up. The temple is not big, dozens of steps to the left and right, and there is only a clay sculpture of a big Buddha in the Daxiong Hall.

On the plaque of the temple, the words 'Baihong Temple' are written.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a small town, the only official road into the town, and a bamboo shed has been set up, and an old monk with white eyebrows is serving porridge in it.

Outside the bamboo shed, more than [-] people lined up for several miles.

The news that an old fairy suddenly appeared nearby has spread throughout the nearby villages and towns. There seemed to be endless porridge in the small pot, and thousands of people ate and drank it, but they couldn't let it bottom out.

In the eyes of the common people, this is a kindness of a god who is helping the people, so he is naturally grateful.

It was not until sunset and dusk that the porridge for more than two thousand people was served, and each person only had one bowl per day. This is the rule here, and no one dares to challenge the words of a god.

After closing the lid of the pot, the old monk raised his head, glanced in the direction of the Imperial Capital, and then his gaze stayed on the majestic river descending from the sky, and he slowly shook his head.

Indirectly killing hundreds of millions of living beings, such a heavy karma cannot be carried by anyone, and it is tantamount to cutting off the road to the realm of good fortune.

When one enters the Creation Realm and the thunder strikes from the sky, extremely terrifying things will happen.

Between heaven and earth, there is its own law of cause and effect. Even the Buddha cannot bear the backlash of great cause and effect.

The old monk took the blame and walked slowly towards the small temple in the mountain, his pace was very slow.

"God stay on your feet."

A young man in brocade clothes chased after him, his steps were light and his breath was long, he was obviously a practitioner who had stepped into the realm of manifestation.

"God, do you need a servant to recruit believers for you? I would like to serve by your side." The young man said bluntly, expressing his intention to come.

He has been observing here for a long time, this old immortal is absolutely extraordinary, and the scapegoat alone is a priceless treasure.

The old monk didn't stop, he seemed to be in a hurry, and when the young man caught up, they were already standing at the gate of Baihong Temple.

The old monk put down the blame, pushed open the temple gate, and walked slowly into the Daxiong Hall.

The young man behind him glanced at the black pot, suppressed the desire welling up in his eyes, and followed into the Daxiong Palace.

"Is this your golden body?"

Seeing the clay Buddha statue, the young man glanced at the old monk, a little puzzled, the difference in appearance was a bit too big.

The old monk shook his head slightly, rolled up his white and yellow cuffs, and said flatly: "The Buddha has no form."

The man half-understood, knelt down on the futon and kowtowed ten times, then closed his eyes and waited.

Believe in the gods, kowtow ten heads, as long as you are sincere, you will naturally be blessed by the gods, and this is what he is waiting for.

However, after a long time, there was still no movement.

"You have nothing to do with my Buddha, go."

The old monk waved his hand, moved the prayer beads, and sat down on the futon.

(End of this chapter)