The strange sarcoma bird transformed into a statue stared coldly at the bearded old man.
He didn't open his mouth, but a high-pitched male voice sounded directly in the old man's heart.
"Nineteen!"
"Nineteen?" The old man trembled. Of course he knew what Lord Qingdeng was referring to... plus the information just reported, nineteen floats had indeed been destroyed.
"You have disappointed me." The strange bird seemed a little agitated, pacing back and forth in the courtyard.
"Please rest assured, my lord." The old man prostrated humbly throughout the whole process, "We, the Uehara family, will do our best to find the person who is disrespectful to you, and we will make the guy who caused the destruction pay a heavy price!"
"Price? What's the use!" The strange bird suddenly turned around, and the tumors on the ends of the tentacles on its forehead were trembling angrily. "There are a total of two hundred floats, and nearly one-tenth of them have been damaged! Even if the saboteur is found, can the floats be brought back? ?」
The bearded old man trembled.
He suddenly realized that he seemed to have missed the point.
Lord Qingdeng God seems to attach much more importance to those floats than he imagined?
Those shrines have long been related to the lives of those god masters. The shrines are sealed under the central sacred mountain, which also means that their escape is out of the hands of the four dragon villains.
After all, becoming an angel of death and escaping from the poverty-stricken lower-class life is not a favor with weak universality, and there are always very few people who desire it.
Numbers 61 to 120 are ghosts and gods.
"First we have to deal with a float... give you some time." The Tyrannosaurus' tone didn't seem weird.
Each family's float uses the help of idols and demons to demonstrate the abilities of their god. Those "miracles" will naturally attract passers-by to crowd around and lead the floats.
"My old servant didn't do his job well." The bearded old man didn't dare to protest at all, but immediately said in panic and apology, "What should I do, please tell me clearly..."
But before the smoke and dust cleared, there was no sign of the strange sarcoma bird talking to itself just now.
The gods rarely show up on weekdays, and they are not interested in the specific profits and losses of the club or the damage of materials...On the contrary, they only show up to punish certain people when they are disrespectful to them.
Ghost Sword knew this, but Gang Pan Feng still found a more comfortable rooftop and landed on it.
Then he looked up at his body.
At the end of the mountain road is the ancient archway of the "Seven Small Heavenly Gates" in the east, west, south and north.
With that punch, I brought my current "soul-pulling-body" ability to its fullest! Pull with all your strength and hold nothing back. I didn't expect that my left arm was instantly broken just halfway through the swing! Outside the flying steel Pan Feng's claws, the Tyrannosaurus suddenly made a sound.
"Destroy your float, smash your idol." The sarcoma monster bird's eyes exuded a safe light, "You want to see who he really is, this young man who hides his head and tail."
call.
I feel that the most recent devouring of the familiar has been completely digested - the feeling of fullness in the depths of the soul before devouring the familiar will be relieved automatically after half the time. During the good and bad times, Gang Panfeng also needed to find a place to replenish energy and maintain the body.
Those winding mountain roads wind around and pass by many strange-shaped buildings. These are the natal shrines of the one hundred and seventy god-lords under the command of Neptune City's weakest god-lord "Four Dragons"!
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"What's wrong?" came Ghost Sword's voice.
The central sacred mountain is a hundred times lower than Mount Fuji in the old days, so you can see it clearly even from a distance of more than a hundred kilometers.
To what extent is your weakest strength? Even Tyrannosaurus himself said it was clear.
That body is made of an eight-meter-high stone sculpture. Compared with the mini-god statue under the float, which is only one meter low, the power that the stone statue enshrined in the Shimohara family headquarters can carry is naturally lower. many.
Before that "digestion was completed", Tyrannosaurus suddenly had a whim and wanted to test his current explosive power.
Only these powerful, biased, single-minded god-lords would resort to "pulling people off the float" as a last resort to attract leaders because the float lacks attraction!
Under the command of the same four dragon villains, those are arranged in different levels.
It only means a false name, but it is actually related to the resource rewards that each of them receives!
Those ranked 1 to 30 are gods.
The strange bird stared intently at the wine jar-shaped building, and the sarcoma on its head emitted bursts of intense but steady blue light.
What shocked the old man was that his own "Green Lantern God Lord" was at the level of a demon god, ranking in the middle and lower reaches of Neptune City. He was not a powerful God Lord who was well-known and rumored.
"Wait a minute."
With a crisp sound, my left arm bone, which had been twisted for some reason, was straightened again.
"You will definitely be able to lose to this young guy that time... and you will definitely be able to fall to the ghost level. Otherwise, it will take many years and months to climb out of the quagmire."
In the steel claw.
Didn't you think that now, the Green Lantern God has granted you 700 places? !
"Bad guy." The Tyrannosaurus looked at his left arm with dismay.
But this time, the God Lord showed up in person, not because someone was "disrespectful", but because he was so concerned about a few floats?
You know, they have the same god but different abilities!
So I just tried to punch the air...
"Go up." The strange bird waved its wings impatiently.
"One hundred and seventy positions, and you are only ranked seventy-one." The sarcoma monster bird's eyes were gloomy, "And this damn bartender is eight places below you!"
Those ranked 31 to 60 are demon gods.
"The Prince's Palace attaches so much importance to this Night Festival...the number of soul fragments collected by each family may be related to the re-ranking a long time ago!
"I will obey the oracle." The bearded old man did not dare to ask any questions, but kowtowed heavily.
It was like a strange wind of white mist blew by, and dust suddenly flew in the courtyard.
You actually have to use that method to attract passers-by?
"But remember, if you take advantage of those quotas, you must attract fewer humans to follow the float in my name!"
And now it has swallowed 19 familiars...
On the surface of the pitch-white mountain, there are several blood-colored winding mountain roads, leading from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
You should know that when I swallowed a familiar, I felt that in my true hunter spirit form, the pulling force of my soul on my body had been doubled!
After a while, it withdrew its gaze.
"From what happened today, tell the servants above." The green lantern strange bird narrowed its eyes, "If you meet a suitable passerby, you will just pull off the float. I cannot give us a body of death!"
"Kacha!"
Halfway up the sacred mountain, far below a bird's nest-shaped building, there is indeed no dark brown small wine jar-shaped building.
You can't see it by following the strange bird's gaze...
"I gave him seven hundred quotas for the gift ceremony... he will allocate them according to his needs.
Wait until the old man Daxin enters the courtyard.
The only exception was this eight-meter-high stone statue, which had changed back to its original state, standing quietly in place like a dead thing.
The gift ceremony is not a ceremony in which the god lord gives his own power to his servants. Although the power given is extremely small, it is still a loss after all!
Therefore, in normal times, the god masters give out many quotas. If the Shimohara family wants to request dozens of quotas for the gift ceremony, they must do everything possible to displease their own Qingdeng god master.
Just to attract less attention to the remaining floats?
The weaker the God Lord is, the weaker and less diverse the abilities he possesses... Therefore, a weak God Lord can often rely on miracles alone to control small groups of passers-by.
"Pull someone out of the car?" The bearded old man was stunned.
just now!
More importantly, it can carry spiritual thinking!
The strange bird sighed, raised its head, and looked in the direction of the central sacred mountain.
The Tyrannosaurus took a deep breath, grabbed his left arm tightly with his right hand, gritted his teeth, and gave it a hard squeeze!
Immediately afterwards, it was time to breathe... and the torn flesh and blood had grown and recovered.
