Zhang Yan glanced at his disciple with admiration and nodded: "Yes, resentment alone is not enough to give birth to such an evil god. This evil god was created by gathering the resentment of the villagers in Niujia Village. It is also a kind of creation. It can be said that the evil god formed like this is From the moment of its birth, it will be obsessed with revenge."
As he spoke, Zhang Yan looked at the ghost of the evil god who had gone away and said: "Under normal circumstances, the evil god born from various distracting thoughts in the world has only the instinct to devour living beings, but this evil god can resist the temptation of the powerful instinct to devour living beings." All he relies on is his obsession with revenge."
Han Song's eyes lit up and he said: "We don't know exactly who slaughtered Niujia Village and where they hid it, but the patron saint of Niujia Village and the villagers who died in vain must know that this evil god has locked onto the devil's aura. "
Zhang Yan flew forward and followed the strange shadow of the evil god and said: "Let's go, not long after this evil god was born, any first-level practitioner can wipe it out. I'm afraid he is not the opponent of the devil. When the time comes, it will be up to you and me to kill the devil, which can be regarded as eliminating a major hidden danger for Dahe City."
Han Song nodded slightly and followed Zhang Yan. After a while, the evil god's shadow had entered Shun'anfang. Zhang Yan suddenly heard Han Song's slightly hesitant voice saying: "Master, if you continue to move forward, it seems that you will We are about to enter Shun'anfang."
Almost as a conditioned reflex, Zhang Yan landed on a roof, frowned and looked at the continuous buildings shrouded in night in front of him and said: "Shun'anfang!"
Not long ago, Yang Li, who was the head of Dahe Clan, ordered that disciples of Dahe Clan were not allowed to enter Shun'anfang unless necessary.
Some of the lower-level disciples didn't know what was going on, but Zhang Yan and Han Song knew that there was most likely an emperor-like being living in seclusion in Shun'anfang. If they were not careful, they might bring disaster to Dahemen. .
"Master, what should I do?"
Seeing the figure of the evil god disappearing into Shun'an Square, a hint of hesitation flashed in Zhang Yan's eyes, and finally he took a deep breath and said: "That evil thing has no power and cannot harm the people protected by the statue. The head is a big scourge to our Dahe City, and we should take the opportunity to find its whereabouts and kill it today."
As he spoke, Zhang Yan looked forward and cupped his hands with some respect: "If that senior knew about it, he would definitely not blame us for disturbing him."
His eyes fell on Han Song, who had an excited look on his face, but Zhang Yan warned: "Remember, Shun'anfang is the place where the senior settled, and I will need to kill the devil later. We must not make too much noise, so as not to disturb the purity of our seniors."
Han Song said respectfully: "Disciple understands."
But he said that the figure of the evil god was illusory. Just as Master Zhang Yan said, driven by obsession, he locked onto He Yuan's remaining aura and headed straight for that dilapidated house.
Although He Yuan turned into ashes, he devoured the flesh and blood and souls of the people of Niujia Village in that house, treating it as a lair, and the aura he left behind was not there for a while. dissipate.
Here Huang Huai has been waiting quietly for the incense to burn out. At the moment when the incense burns out, wisps of incense smoke converge towards the statue of the Yellow Turban Hercules. Under Huang Huai's gaze, they disappear into the Statue of the Yellow Turban Hercules. Inside the body, the original clay statue of the Yellow Turban Hercules instantly transformed into the body of a god glowing with bronze.
Huang Huai blinked his eyes. Even though he had seen the three-eyed white lotus goddess statue enshrined by the seven elders of Dahemen manifesting into a divine body, and had also seen the Guan Sheng Emperor manifesting into a spiritual form, seeing the Yellow Turban Warriors manifesting now was still It made him deeply curious.
The clay statue of the god just turned into the body of a god. How many people would believe it unless they saw it with their own eyes.
Now that the Yellow Turban statue can manifest, Huang Huai is full of expectations for the Avalokitesvara statue. However, just when Huang Huai is about to look at the Avalokitesvara statue, a rich voice sounds in his mind: "Yellow Turban" The strong man Deng Mao pays homage to God!"
The moment this voice rang in his mind, Huang Huai stiffened and couldn't help but slowly raised his head to look at the yellow scarf warrior who had manifested the body of a god in front of him.
He raised his head and met the eyes of the yellow scarf warrior. With just one glance, Huang Huai felt a wave of emotion in his heart. There was a faint light of wisdom in the yellow scarf warrior's eyes. Not to mention, Huang Huai could hear clearly that the other party actually still He has his own name and even takes the initiative to greet him.
"Yellow Turban Warrior Deng Mao."
Taking a deep breath and suppressing the strangeness in his heart, Huang Huai stared at the yellow scarf warrior standing in front of him and said slowly: "You said your name is Deng Mao. Could it be that you still have your own memory?"
Others don't know, but Huang Huai knows that the name of the Yellow Turban Hercules statue he moved is really called Deng Mao in the Truth-seeking Temple.
Huang Huai was so ignorant that he was punished by Datong people for carving words on the feet of the Yellow Turban Warrior. He devoutly burned incense in front of the statue of the Yellow Turban Warrior and chanted the name of Deng Mao. This name is still fresh in Huang Huai's memory.
With some expectation, in Huang Huai's eyes, the yellow scarf warrior in front of him actually understood his question, but there was a bit of confusion on his face. He nodded first, and then shook his head.
Huang Huai was filled with surprises when he saw it. At this moment, Deng Mao, the Yellow Turban warrior, looked at Huang Huai respectfully as if hesitating and trying to remember: "Returning to God, the little God felt that his mind was in a mess, as if there were countless pictures and sounds telling me What, I can only vaguely remember that I am Deng Mao, a yellow turban warrior under the great virtuous master. It seems that when he accompanied General Cheng Yuanzhi to attack Zhuojun, he was a fighting general in front of the battle. He died at the hands of Zhang Yide, a Yan man. After his death, he died in Huang Tian, when he woke up, he saw God."
At this time, Huang Huai focused all his attention on the Yellow Turban Warrior, and did not even notice that when Deng Mao, the Yellow Turban Warrior who manifested the body of a god, mentioned Zhang Yide of Yan, Emperor Guan Sheng on top of the divine case The statue had an undetectable divine light that flickered and disappeared in a flash.
"Besides that, do you have other memories, or do you have memories about Huang Tian, or how did you wake up?"
Hearing Huang Huai's question, the yellow scarf warrior Deng Mao's eyes were full of confusion. He shook his head at Huang Huai and said, "Returning to Shang Shen, my subordinate's memory seems to be fragmented. In addition to being extremely impressed by Shang Shen, I only know that he is Shang Shen. Apart from waking up the little god from the chaos, I have no other memory, please forgive me."
At this time, Huang Huai had already seen that Deng Mao's memory was obviously in a incomplete state. Apart from knowing the identity and name of his own yellow scarf warrior, he did not have much other memory.
Huang Huai didn't ask questions, thinking about Deng Mao's answer in his mind. Deng Mao said that he woke him up from chaos. What exactly was he referring to? Was it because he offered incense to Deng Mao just now, or was it because he had been without sleep for a month in a row? Stop and chant his true name before his idol.
The more he thought about it, the less he could figure out what was going on. Huang Huai frowned in thought, while Deng Mao just stood there blankly.
Suddenly Huang Huai came back to his senses, looked at Deng Mao and said, "Can you still transform back into a statue?"
Deng Mao immediately said: "Back to God, the little god only needs to consume a mysterious power to maintain the current state, and can return to the statue state at any time."
The next moment, Deng Mao, who had manifested the body of a god, dimmed his divine light, and then looked at the clay statue of the Yellow Turban Hercules.
Huang Huai looked at the statue of the Yellow Turban Hercules that had turned back into a clay sculpture, and he had just made a guess. Thinking about what Deng Mao said a moment ago, Huang Huai looked as if it was true and said secretly: "It must be the effect of the incense and the wish. What Deng Mao said is zero memory." Broken, it seems that countless people are talking about something in their minds. It must be all kinds of messy information that countless people burn incense and pray and are attached to the power of incense. Deng Mao's ability to have a certain spiritual intelligence is also contained in the power of countless incense. The result of aggregation of information.”
Looking at the statue of the Yellow Turban Hercules, Huang Huai suddenly had an idea in his mind. If the incense and wish power of this Yellow Turban Hercules statue were enough to digest and absorb the information contained in the incense and wish power, would that mean that it was Deng Mao? The statue of the Yellow Turban Hercules will be completely transformed from a clay statue into a real god with its own memory and cognition - the Yellow Turban Hercules Deng Mao.
Since the Yellow Turban warrior Deng Mao can possess certain wisdom after manifesting, then what about Emperor Guan Sheng?
