Chapter three hundred and fiftieth: The broken cotton jacket recruits the wind knife thanks to the little brother Baozi(2/2)
"Qin Yao, are you ready to become a god?"
Zhong Kui turned over his hand to put away his official seal and looked at the figure with closed eyes in the hall.
It is worth mentioning that the gods in this world are the same concept as the gods in the Fengshen universe. God refers to the divine status, not to the realm of cultivation.
Just like when Jiang Ziya was conferring gods, the list of gods conferred 365 righteous gods in one breath. Many of the righteous gods themselves were higher than him. How could he have the ability to grant these righteous gods a unified state?
Isn't this a joke?
But having said that, divine status does not represent realm, but it does not mean that it cannot bring benefits to people.
If one's own strength is low, just the improvement of the soul realm by divinity is a huge benefit...
At this time, Qin Yao nodded heavily and said loudly: "We are already prepared."
"Okay." Zhong Kui shouted: "In that case, why don't you return to your position quickly?"
With a thought in Qin Yao's mind, the golden figure that originally flew out of the mixed jade official seal suddenly turned into light and flew up, instantly escaping into the white jade official seal.
"boom!"
The seal returned to its place and the human seals were interconnected. A huge stream of divinity flew out of the jade seal in an instant, turning into a dragon shadow between reality and illusion. It opened its teeth and claws, flew quickly to Qin Yao, and slammed into the center of his eyebrows. The Ancestral Aperture Spirit Point instantly steps into the Ancestral Aperture and manifests itself in the sea of consciousness.
Know within the sea.
The darkness is endless.
A golden soul was suspended in the dark world. Hearing the roar of the dragon, he slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were also filled with bright golden light.
The dragon shadow slowly approaches the soul and gradually merges into the soul body. Golden flames suddenly bloom from the soul body, beating like a fire elf.
Divinity is far more powerful than divine power. It can even be said that this is the basis of divine power. Without divine power, how can it be called divine power?
Soon after, as time went by, the golden fire retracted into the soul body. The pale golden soul seemed to be solidified many times, and there was a tendency to transform towards the Yang God. The "momentum" revealed invisibly became more powerful. .
outside world.
Qin Yao suddenly opened his eyes, and the concentration of zhenqi in his body surged. As he was running rapidly, subtle sounds similar to the sound of waves could even be heard nearby.
"Shua..."
Soon, the body and soul merged, and the power within the body became even more violent. The energy that escaped penetrated the pores, turned into a beam of light, and shot straight into the sky, but was finally stopped by the roof of the Judge's Palace.
And this ray of light only represents one state in the world of practice: breaking through!!!
Second level earth master.
Achieved instantly.
"call……"
After a long time.
Qin Yao exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and the golden light on his body gradually dissipated. Feeling that his body and soul were stronger than before, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Just when he thought this was the end, he suddenly saw a blur in front of his eyes. In an ancestral hall, he saw an old man leading a group of middle-aged people and a group of young people who were giving statues to gods. No, it should be said that they were giving statues to themselves. Incense.
"What place is this?" he murmured softly.
In the ancestral hall.
The old man who had just put the incense into the incense burner stiffened, his eyes widened, and he slowly turned to look at his children and grandchildren behind him, only to see them all staring at the statue in stunned silence.
"The idol has spoken."
"The idol has spoken."
At the entrance of the ancestral hall, several seven or eight-year-old kids said excitedly.
"Quiet!" The old man glared at them fiercely. Among the middle-aged people, a figure wearing a Chinese tunic suit suddenly walked out and drove all these kids out of the ancestral hall.
"Kneel down, everyone." The old man took the lead in kneeling down in front of the statue and shouted to the people behind him.
Eleven people, young and old, immediately knelt down. The old man did not dare to raise his head to look into the eyes of the statue. He only dared to stare at the incense burner on the candlestick and said, "God, is it you who is speaking?"
"Who are you?" The statue on the high platform asked.
"We are the Qingshui Yuan family." The old man kowtowed.
"Yuan family?" The statue paused slightly, as if thinking for a moment: "Who are you, Yuan Detai of the Golden Sword?"
"They are my ancestors," the old man said quickly.
"The Yuan family has worshiped me for hundreds of years?" the statue said in astonishment.
The old man nodded fiercely and said: "Yes, Lord Immortal, enshrining you is something written in the ancestral precepts of my Yuan family. As long as the Yuan family is still there, there will be no shortage of your incense."
After he said this, Qin Yao used the eyes of the statue as eyes, looked at the longevity tablet below, and instantly felt a majestic rising life.
That's right.
It's not pure power.
But a majestic vitality!
The magical thing is that there seems to be some kind of connection between this vitality and myself, and I seem to be able to take it at will and use it for anything.
"This should be the power of faith, right?" Qin Yao said silently in his heart.
"God, do you need us to do anything when you appear this time?" The old man said devoutly: "Just give us your orders. Whatever we, the Yuan family, can do, we will definitely do it."
When he was young, he didn't understand that there was nothing wrong with worshiping the ancestors of the Yuan family in the Yuan family ancestral hall, but what did it mean to have an immortal tablet named Qin standing on top of the ancestor's tablet?
The most important thing is that worshiping this longevity tablet is even written into the ancestral injunctions, which is outrageous.
But as he grew older, he gradually no longer struggled with these issues, and instead became the guardian of the ancestral precepts as an elder. He found someone to build this statue decades ago, just for peace of mind!
Until today, he finally understood why his ancestors wrote the memorial tablets in their ancestral inscriptions. I bet they had been worshiping a true god!
The statue of the god appeared, and the Yuan family was greatly shocked.
Looking at the enthusiastic old man, Qin Yao looked confused.
The other party actually asked him what he needed.
It's like you are a djinn, and someone has taken you out and asked you what you wish for...
"I have no desires or requirements, I just came to take a look."
After a long time, Qin Yao came back to his senses, felt grateful for the other party's sincerity, and asked loudly: "Can you ask for anything?"
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