This Person is Too Serious

‘This place, why the more you look at it, the scarier it gets? ’

　　 When Wu Wang first spied the Tiangong divine court, he had already noticed the way of death, which is the eleven avenues at the core of the Tiangong.

　　Reproduction, longevity, and death interpret the three basic elements of living beings.

　　 But because death is the end of living beings, feared by living beings, and repelled by living roads, the two roads of reproduction and longevity have become the masters of all roads related to living things, and death and living things are side by side.

　　 In Wu Wang's understanding at this moment, life and death are balanced, but life is not only'life', life and death are two states of life.

　　‘So there is nothing to fear from Death. ’

　　 Wu Wang muttered like this in his heart.

　　 In front of the crater, the dark temple floating in the crater exudes a ray of light.

　　 There was a little hesitation in Wu Wang's eyes, and his heart beat a little.

　　 He is also a creature, and he has a natural rejection of this place. Dao Xin is shrinking slightly, as if his throat is being held by an invisible hand, making him breathe a little bit.

　　 The gate of the main hall is in the north.

　　 Wu Wang also didn't know what he was paying attention to. Immortal consciousness protruded out as much as possible, his spiritual thoughts wrapped his whole body, and his soul was also energized.

　　 Just a little bit, the little soul of the soul stretched out his hand to grab the four small restraint swords floating around...

　　 "Every spring god?"

　　 The sound of Da Si Ming suddenly pierced into Wu Wei's ears.

　　 Wu Wei's forward figure stopped immediately, and turned his head slightly to look at Da Si Ming.

　　 The latter stood out of thin air in the distance, smiled faintly at Wu Wang, and said leisurely:

　　 "I actually reserved other positions for you. If you don't like such an errand, I will take you to the next place."

　　Exciting generals?

　　 Wu Wang thought about it a little bit in his heart, and the chance of contact with the Avenue of Death is actually quite rare.

　　 Therefore, Wu Wang pretended to be agitated and immediately turned his head and fell towards the palace gate.

　　 Dai Shiming kept a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

　　Waiting for Wu Wang to stand firm in front of the dark, magnificent temple like an ancient tomb, the chief commander turned around and wanted to leave;

　　Wu Wang thought of something again, and said to Da Si Ming:

　　 "No matter what, I can't let her look down on it."

　　 After his words, he walked away, and rushed into the dark corridor connected by the hall door a few steps.

　　In the distance, Daisimei's handsome face turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and at the last flick of his sleeves, he turned and disappeared.

　　 In the Temple of Death, Wu Wang showed a calculated smile, calmly walked through the corridor of ten feet long, and began to look at the environment in the temple.

　　 Different from the gloomy, gloomy, and solemn outside, the display in the hall is rather simple, with only a sarcophagus lying in the middle of the hall.

The appearance of the 　　 main hall is based on a square shape, but the inside of the hall is cylindrical, like a huge bird cage and a regular tomb.

　　 The continuous arc-shaped walls are painted with images of purgatory, as if there are endless creatures roaring and wailing in them, conveying the despair and pain of the creatures when they die.

　　 The ground of the main hall seems to be suspended, and below is a hot lava pool.

　　Wu Wang looked carefully for a while, only to find that the ground was covered with a layer of extremely pure Mingli ore, and the texture was very comfortable when he stepped on it.

　　 Inside the sarcophagus, there were fluctuations in the Avenue of Death.

　　Wu Wang stood at the exit of the tunnel, and said loudly: "Heavenly palace meets the spring gods, come to nourish the gods of death!"

quiet.

　　 Wu Wang waited for a while, but still did not respond.

　　 He stared at the sarcophagus carefully, and shouted: "Where is the **** of death? Please come out and cooperate!"

　　 haven't responded yet?

　　 really sleeping? Is this alertness gone?

　　 "God of death, if you don't respond, I will cast a spell here!"

　　 Wu Wang cleared his throat and made up a spellcasting formula at random, feeling the power of the Fengchun God's position, making it gather in his palm.

　　 he read:

　　 "Spring is so beautiful, the dead wood has bloomed. If it doesn't bloom, treat it as dry firewood."

　　 gently pushed the palm of his hand toward the sarcophagus, which contained the weak divine power of the dead wood and the profound meaning of spring, and floated towards the sarcophagus.

　　 Like a breeze, but failed to blow the dust.

　　In an instant, Wu Wang noticed that the Avenue of Death was fluctuating. In the sarcophagus, there seemed to be a little aura, and a sleeping consciousness was awakening.

　　Before entering this place, Wu Wei kept beating the drums in his heart. As a creature's instinctive fear of the Road of Death, his Dao heart trembled from time to time.

　　 But after being here, Wu Wangdao's heart calmed down instead.

　　There is no other person, because the things he perceives and what he sees are all truths that can be explained and understood by himself.

　　 The sarcophagus is also the spirit of the avenue, it is still a very miserable spirit of the avenue that is constantly collapsing and reuniting.

　　 Every time I reunited, the previous consciousness was equivalent to death, and the new consciousness had to grow for a while, and then it would collapse again.

　　 Therefore, from the ancient gods to the present, the **** of death has not provided any substantial help to Tiangong except for dragging his feet.

　　 and also consumed a lot of the heavenly power.

　　 Wu Wang sat cross-legged at the entrance and continued to observe the changes in the sarcophagus.

　　 Soon, the fluctuation of the road in the sarcophagus calmed down again.

　　 The aura of consciousness fell silent again.

　　 Wu Wang gave the power of Spring Festival two more times. He could feel that the consciousness in the sarcophagus had become a little stronger, but it was still a long way away from being fully awakened.

　　‘Do you want to wake up this innate god? ’

　　 In a sense, this is a newly born consciousness, which should be malleable.

　　 But if the Avenue of Death is used by the Heavenly Palace, Human Domain will undoubtedly be under new pressure. This avenue is the nemesis of all creatures.

　　 Da Si Ming asked him, the **** of spring, to nourish the **** of death, which was actually a painstaking move.

　　 Not to mention other things, even if the **** of death only has the strength of an ordinary righteous god, as long as it appears on the battlefield, it can use the characteristics of the road to make the human masters in an area confused.

　　 But if you don’t communicate with this consciousness, you will never be able to dig this brick...

　　 digging the foot of a wall is a destined long process, and it cannot be done overnight. Wu Wang is also ready to fight for a long time in the palace.

　　 The sooner you contact, the more you have the opportunity to find the gap in the wall of Tiangong.

　　 This requires careful weighing.

　　 "God of death, come here today."

　　 Wu Wang couldn't make up his mind for a while, and said softly:

　　 "I will come back in a few days to continue to moisturize the body of the **** of death, and leave."

After 　　 said, Wu Wang arched his hands towards the sarcophagus, took two steps back and turned into a ray of breeze to escape from the temple.

　　 The sarcophagus seemed to tremble slightly.

　　 Wu Wang paused, and Xian Consciousness observed for a while. He didn't notice any major fluctuations, so he didn't hesitate anymore and turned around and walked away directly.

　　 The first contact with the **** of death was nothing thrilling and not exciting at all.

　　……

　　 The sun star has turned twice, and the corona of the human domain has gone through two rounds.

　　 Tiangong, in Wu Wang's temple.

　　 The hanging basket that had just been moved from the prison hall was swaying back and forth. The Congenital God, curled up in the hanging basket, was holding a piece of pale yellow dried fruit, with a little surprise in his eyes:

　　 "Brother asked you to nourish the **** of death?"

　　 "Well," Wu Wang paralyzed sitting in the collapse, put down the scroll in his hand, "I just want to embarrass me, but I won't be scared by the **** of death."

　　 "That **** is also quite miserable, remodeled countless times, and collapsed countless times."

　　 Shao Siming sighed slightly, opened his mouth slightly, and contained the dried fruit in his mouth, allowing the sweet and sour powder wrapped in the outer layer to dissolve on the tip of his tongue, and gently bit the peel.

　　Wu Wang asked: "The **** of death, is there anything to say?"

　　 "Whew...huh!"

　　 Shao Siming realized that he had lost his voice, and quickly shut up and bit off the dried fruit, chewed it carefully and swallowed it, and then said:

　　 "What does the argument mean?"

　　 Wu Wang said: "The restraint of living beings, or other taboos."

　　 Shao Si Ming groaned softly, thought about it for a while, and said slowly:

　　 "I can't tell, according to the principle of antagonism of the road, my brother and I should hate each other with the road of death, just like the **** of water and the **** of fire.

　　 But the strange thing is that when the **** of death can move, and every time I meet with the **** of death, I don't feel that the other party has any disgust.

　　 Instead, I feel that it is inextricably linked to my avenue. "

　　 "Reproduce and die."

　　Wu Wang and Shao Siming thought about each other, and discussed a few more sentences, but they didn't explore the reason.

　　 However, this gave Wu Wang a little reminder.

　　 Even if he doesn't use the power of the Spring Festival to nourish the **** of death, this **** can still be awakened, and this **** can occasionally show up during the long rule of the heavenly palace.

　　 It's better to moisten him so hard.

　　Wu Wang asked again: "Can I go to Tiangong to replenish the supernatural power I spend to nourish the **** of death?"

　　 "Is there no sacred pond in your temple?"

　　 Shao Si Ming asked softly, then jumped out of the hanging basket after realizing it, and looked around for a while.

　　 "Strange, why there is no divine power pool in your temple? It stands to reason that there should be a divine pool in Zhengshen's residence to accept the divine power sent by Tiangong every year."

　　 Wu Wang smiled and said, "It should be that the **** of Fengchun is too low-level."

　　 "If there is no divine power pool, I need to go to my brother to receive divine power," the young man asked, frowned slightly, "could it be that he tripped you secretly again."

　　 "I am a human being, they can't believe that I should be, and I didn't want them to believe it."

　　 Wu Wang smiled and said:

　　 "It's okay, since you are in the Tiangong, then do things according to the rules of the Tiangong, and I can go to the chief commander once later.

　　 And even though Da Si Ming had a feast with me, he was the first auxiliary **** of the Heavenly Palace after all, and it was impossible to trip me up with such trivial things.

　　You don't have to worry about this, I can solve it by myself. "

　　 Shao Si urged: "If he embarrass you, you can tell me."

　　 "You and I meet for comfort, for the sake of personality, for the similarity of the road, for the similar interests," Wu Wang laughed, "Don't let our friendship be mixed with other things."

　　 Shaoshi's eyes moved a little bit, he raised his hand to straighten the hair next to his ear, and then he staggered his eyes and hummed softly.

　　 Wu Wang picked up the scroll and read the formations of the stars carefully, comprehending the three hundred and sixty small flags in his heart.

　　 She picked up the paper bag containing the dried fruits, letting herself not look at the situation inside, thinking about what kind of flavor the next time she could grab.

　　 Years and years are flowing like water, and outside the window I don't realize that the new day is rising.

　　 Shao Siming did not know when she fell asleep, the morning light fell on her thin eyelids, causing her eyelashes to tremble slightly, and she opened her eyes again.

　　 Wu Wang is no longer sitting still in soft collapse.

　　 She looked for a little noise and saw Wu Wang who was dancing swords in the open space in front of the temple.

　　 The sword light, which didn't have much divine power blessing but appeared more fierce, made Young Siming watch for a while without even thinking about it...

　　 Suddenly saw a team of guards flying outside the hall, Wu Wang stopped practicing his sword, Shao Si Ming also woke up from his trance, and floated to the front of the hall.

　　 As soon as she approached, she saw the **** guards kneeling on one knee on the cloud, and a decent guard leader shouted:

　　 "Enlighten the God of Spring!

　　 Your idol has been established in the capital of the emperor, please check it in the lower realm! "

　　 "God statue?"

　　 Wu Wang smiled and said, "I still need to check and accept this thing?"

The commander lifted the tiger's head and looked at Wu Wang, and immediately said, "It's all up to you to make your own decisions. It is customary to go and see. After all, it is a symbol of your status and the cornerstone for you to recruit followers in the future. "

　　 "The capital under the emperor, I am a little interested."

　　Wu Wang nodded slightly, and said, "Lead the way ahead, I'll go over and make a circle."

　　 "Yes, adults please!"

　　 The tiger leader replied loudly, and the guards got up and lined up.

　　Wu Wanggang wanted to say hello to Shao Siming, but Shao Siming had already carried his hands behind his back, and jumped to Wu Wang's side in one step.

　　 "I also went to have a look, but other idols have been tampered with."

　　 "Also," Wu Wang did not refuse, and immediately put away the sword and set up Bai Yun, and followed the group of guards with the young man.

　　 However, after a while, there was a remote, deserted, and idol-ridden corner in the capital of the emperor.

　　 Shao Siming's small face was a little pale, he bit his lip lightly, and whispered: "I'm going to find him!"

　　 "Hey," Wu Wang hurriedly raised his hand to stop her, and smiled: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, this place is not very good."

　　 Shao Si sighed: "What's so good here, you can't receive the slightest amount of magical power."

"really."

　　Wu Wang looked at the environment here, and the guards were all standing far in the air, for fear that the successor of the Emperor from this human domain would suddenly turn their faces and start their hands.

　　 This place is not far from the emperor's idol, and it is also considered the core circle of the capital under the emperor, but because of this, this place has become the most impoverished place of divine power.

　　The statues of the strong gods are generally far away from the statues of the emperor, so as to avoid their followers from offending His Majesty the Emperor.

　　 Therefore, all the little gods left here are old gods with few believers.

　　 The statue of Emperor Zhao traveled for hundreds of miles, and you could see a prosperous city in the city, with tall buildings, many creatures, bright armored guards patrolling everywhere, and a thick barrier separating the two places.

　　 looking for Baili against the direction of the emperor **** statue, he can see more prosperous urban areas.

　　 And in this area, it is exactly the ‘slum’ of the capital of the emperor, with ten chambers, nine empty spaces and few living things.

　　 Wu Wang, a three-hundred-and-five-foot-tall statue of the God of Fengchun, stands on... a clearing.

　　Although the **** of Fengchun is not high, Wu Wang has the blessing of the fourth auxiliary god, and he also has the protection of the ‘appreciation of the emperor’.

　　 is also unlikely to only give Wu Wangli a three-hundred-foot-tall statue.

　　 This shows that I was wearing small shoes.

　　Dare to do this, and only the first auxiliary **** of the heavenly palace, Da Si Ming.

　　 Shao Si Ming is still a little uncomfortable: "This matter should be explained to him. You are now a **** in the heavens and you are doing things for living things. How can he get..."

　　 Wu Wang said: "I heard that this idol was built by the earth gods."

　　 "That must have been caused by someone he arranged deliberately!"

　　 "If you make it bad, make it bad," Wu Wang smiled. "If you come, you will be settled. Who is the person below?"

　　 He lifted his chin to the figure standing on the base of the idol.

　　 Shao Si Ming looked down, a little unclear, so the leader of the gods hurriedly shouted from a distance:

　　 "My lord, my lord, according to the rules, every celestial **** has a **** general who manages his followers and protects the gods on the ground, and that is your god...the **** general..."

　　 Wu Wang smiled and said, "What is your guilty conscience?"

　　 The tiger leader's apple trembles, and he lowers his head and dare not answer.

　　Wu Wang slowly fell down, glanced at the burly figure standing with his head bowed, and the corners of his eyebrows bounced slightly.

　　 This ‘God General’ is from a human race outside the realm.

　　 At the same time, in the heavenly palace.

　　 Big Si Ming sat on the golden treasure chair, with a sense of comfort in his eyes, listening to the two little gods on the side constantly telling him.

　　 "Sir, don't worry, the boundary we chose is the worst."

　　 "There are more than twenty little gods around, directly surrounding his idols, and later say hello in secret. Does he still want to see the shadow of half of his followers?"

　　 "Sir, we also specially found him a powerful god."

"Oh?"

　　 Dai Si Ming frowned slightly: "Which kind of god?"

　　 "The **** general is quite powerful. He can do all his archery skills from thousands of miles away. It's a pity that someone cut off his arm in the battle before, leaving behind a spell, and he can't pull the bowstring."

　　 Daisi Ming said calmly: "You have done a little too much, that is our fourth auxiliary **** after all."

　　 The two little gods quickly bowed their heads and confessed.

　　 "Go down."

　　 "Yes, sir, you rest."

　　 "By the way~www.readwn.com~What is the name of God?"

　　 "Sir, you shouldn't have any impression, but we don't actually have any impression. He was driven out by the **** he originally followed."

　　 "It seems to be called, what is called..."

　　 On the ground, on the pedestal of Wu Wang's idol, Wu Wang was standing in front of the man who bowed his head. The other party raised his head and looked at Wu Wang with dull eyes, slowly leaning over and kneeling down.

　　 "Meet the great god, I, I will be your first **** in the future."

　　 Wu Wang sighed from the bottom of his heart, already seeing that this **** will be bruised all over his body, and his own vitality has begun to decline.

　　 But he still said softly: "You don't have to call me great in the future, I have nothing great, just call me the God of Spring Festival. What is your name?"

　　 In the Palace of Heaven, the little **** slapped his head and said, "What is his name? The little **** remembers that his name means good shooter."

　　 "Go ahead," Dai Shiming shook his head slightly, but he didn't take it seriously.

　　 On the ground, the brawny man with white temples raised his head slightly.

　　 Looking at the palms that stretched out in front of him, watching the warmth of Wu Wei's eyes, feeling the rhythm from the blood of the same race, his thick lips trembled, and his eye sockets were already flushed.

　　 "My name is Yi! Da Yi!

　　 I don’t deserve to be your number one hero, my left hand is gone!

　　 You'd better change one... another one that can fight for you! I can't help you much now! "

　　 "Cough!"

　　 Wu Wang split his cross in one breath and almost choked himself.