Starting from crossing the Fengshen

Yuxu Palace.

"Master!"

Guangchengzi knelt on the ground, lowering his head in shame.

He was a great Golden Immortal, but he was almost killed by a Golden Immortal. It was really embarrassing.

Moreover, his junior fellow apprentice Taiyi Zhenren was killed right beside him.

Yuanshi Tianzun had a gloomy face, and his holy power was as vast as the wrath of heaven. He said in a deep voice: "Although you made mistakes, the fault is not yours. It's just a pity that Yang Shen got lucky and died like this."

He is well-known for being protective of his own children, so if there is any mistake, it is naturally someone else's fault.

If Yang Shen had not been smashed into pieces by the Fantian Seal, he would have wanted to capture him and suppress him forever under the Qilin Cliff.

Guangchengzi's face was also full of hatred.

Yuanshi Tianzun continued, "Your luck has been completely taken away by the Yang God. From now on, you should practice meditation in Yuxu Palace. This place is a world of its own, and the power of heaven cannot affect this place."

Guang Chengzi hurriedly asked: "Master, is there no way to restore my disciple's luck?"

Yuanshi Tianzun snorted coldly: "Master is only a saint, not the way of heaven, and can do everything. Luck is the most mysterious, even saints like us dare not say that we have mastered it completely.

Of course, I can also restore it for you.

But it is not your own, and your future journey will end here."

"what!"

Guang Chengzi exclaimed, and then asked: "How long does it take for the disciple to recover his luck?"

If it were any other time, he wouldn't mind meditating here.

But now that he is in the process of being deified, he still wants to take the opportunity to do something and gather good fortune in order to break through to a higher level.

Back then, he assisted Emperor Huangdi in pacifying Chiyou as the emperor's teacher, and ascended the throne of the Human Emperor. Then he gained great fortune and broke through to the Daluo Golden Immortal in one fell swoop.

The Battle of the Gods is similar to the original one.

During the War of the Gods, there is no karma for killing people, and there are also generous rewards of luck after the war.

To use a simple analogy, the Battle of the Gods is like a gambling game, with the saints acting as the bankers and all living beings betting their own luck. The loser will naturally die, but the luck will be preserved and rewarded to the last survivor.

The better and more important your performance is, the more luck you will naturally gain.

In the world of Fengshen, saints are high above.

They use the world as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces.

The so-called great catastrophe is nothing more than a struggle for luck among saints.

Yuanshi Tianzun said: "You killed Yangshen, and after the Conferred God War is over, you will naturally be blessed with good fortune, and then you can recover. Otherwise, you will have to practice in seclusion here for at least ten thousand years."

"That's good!"

Guangchengzi breathed a sigh of relief.

The Battle of the Gods is estimated to have lasted only about ten to twenty years.

It's just a pity that even if his luck was improved in the end, it could only restore some of his luck, and he would not be rejected by the heaven and earth.

Yuanshi Tianzun turned his head and looked to the west.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the infinite distance, and when he saw the sacred mountain, a puzzled look flashed in his eyes: "Strange, why did the two saints from the West take action before? And Tongtian killed Yangshen. I want to see if you can still pretend."

Thinking of the last point, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

The Twelve Golden Immortals, each of whom was a thorn in his side, were unexpectedly killed by the Yang God.

Yuanshi Tianzun also held a grudge against Tongtian Jiaozhu.

Without the secret instruction from Master Tongtian, how could Yang Shen come up and kill people?

Thinking of this, he typed out talismans one after another.

The content of the edict was very simple, which was to warn the disciples of the Chan sect not to be lenient when encountering disciples of the Jie sect.

.........

Lingshan.

Zhunti Taoist had an ugly expression on his face and said in a low voice: "Yuanshi, you are going too far."

The Taoist Jie Yin also had a bad look on his face.

The future deputy leader of Buddhism whom they had high hopes for was actually killed by Guangchengzi.

In fact, they had already tried to save Yang Shen, but were stopped by Yuanshi Tianzun, so they could only watch Yang Shen being smashed into pieces and his Yuan Shen being annihilated.

But they didn't know that it was just Yuanshi Tianzun's subconscious action.

"Huh, how could this be?"

The Taoist Jie Yin suddenly exclaimed with an unpleasant look on his face.

Zhunti Taoist asked hurriedly: "Brother, what's wrong?"

The Taoist Jie Yin frowned and said, "I calculated and found that the true spirit of Yang Shen was not included in the Conferred God List, but... was reduced to ashes."

"what!"

Zhunti Taoist also exclaimed. If Yang Shen was on the Conferred God List, although he could no longer be the deputy leader of Buddhism, he could still become the foundation of Buddhism in the Heavenly Court. It would not be impossible to find a way to help him out of trouble one day in the future.

But if it turns to ashes, it means it is completely dead.

Could it be that Yang Shen's roots are so shallow that he can't even be humane?
Back then in Zixiao Palace, the saints signed the List of Conferred Gods and determined the three levels of Conferred Gods:
Those with deep roots and practices will achieve immortality;

The roots are slightly inferior, and they become the divine path;
If one's roots and actions are shallow, even if he becomes a human being, he will still be subject to the cycle of reincarnation.

If the Yang Shen entered reincarnation, they would be even happier because they could lead the other party's reincarnated body directly to Lingshan.

"Hey."

The Taoist Jie Yin finally sighed: "The Fan Tian Seal was transformed into half of Mount Buzhou, and Guang Chengzi attacked in anger, which may have caused the Yang God to be completely destroyed."

It's not like he hadn't thought about the fact that Yin Qi was not dead yet.

However, his sights were already on Sishui Pass at that time, and there was no way of hiding from him whether Yang Shen was dead or not.

It’s a pity that he didn’t know that there is such a thing as the inner world in this world.

.........

Wa Huangtian.

Nuwa Palace.

"He died so quickly, and his soul was scattered!?"

Nuwa frowned slightly.

Yang Shen was able to achieve the peak of the Golden Immortal, so he must be a person with great luck. Even if he couldn't survive the Battle of the Gods, he would at least be on the List of Gods. At worst, he could at least enter the reincarnation. How could he be reduced to ashes?
"Although his death was strange, it was also a good death."

"Without Yang Shen, Yin Shang cannot be a match for Xi Qi, so it can be considered as punishing Di Qi."

“Also, that cell phone is quite interesting.”

A strange look flashed in Nuwa's eyes.

Thinking of this, a clone walked out of the body and then disappeared into nothingness.

.........

Jin'ao Island.

"Pity."

Master Tongtian sighed, such a peerless genius died just like that.

……

Inner heaven and earth.

Yin Qi spread out his palms, and purple luck of about twenty-five feet rose into the sky.

This destiny belongs to Guangchengzi.

Using the secret technique of "depriving luck", he forcibly took Guangchengzi's luck for himself.

In the secret art of luck, in addition to 'depriving luck', there is actually also the fusion of luck, which is to take the forcibly seized luck for oneself, but this secret art touches on the rules of heaven.

Not only is there serious waste, but there are also serious sequelae.

Yin Qi had no shortage of luck, so naturally he didn't need to integrate this luck, but he wouldn't waste it either, so he asked the altar, "Can I sacrifice this luck?"

"Can!"

More than twenty-five feet of luck, it’s really not much.

Yin Qi thought about it and found that there was no spiritual energy source in the time array of the training ground, so he communicated with the altar: "Sacrifice everything and refine a power furnace."

"as you wish."

As the loud voice finished speaking, the luck in Yin Qi's hand suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a power furnace.

It belongs to the Xuanxian level and the quasi-Golden Immortal level.

The reason why it is not Golden Immortal level is because the Golden Immortal level power furnace requires thirty feet of luck.

Afterwards, Yin Qi placed the power furnace in the training ground.

Zhang Shaokang and others were practicing in the training field. Suddenly, they felt that the concentration of spiritual energy in the training field was rising sharply, and it contained rich fragments of laws, far exceeding the Heart of the Cave Heaven in the Martial Hall.

This surprised and delighted them.

The higher the concentration of spiritual energy, the more fragments of laws there are, and naturally the faster they will practice.

"It's not safe to go out now. The Saints are definitely still watching us. Let's wait a few days before making any decisions."

Yin Qi thought to himself.

He knew that his fake death would surely arouse suspicion among the saints.

But as long as there is no evidence, they can only think that their roots are shallow and they don’t even have the chance to enter reincarnation.

In the ancient times, the saints were almost omnipotent.

Because of this, they are deeply rooted in their own judgments and will not have other doubts and speculations. (End of this chapter)