Any chance of meeting God? !
Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank, and he subconsciously thought that Catherine was going to hold a "welcome ceremony" for him, just like how they polluted Emma.
It makes no sense. With the negative energy I showed last time, and with my profession as an illusionist, there is no need to hold a degeneration ceremony... Zhang Yuanqing was confused and worried, with a look of curiosity and doubt on his face:
"Meet God? Oh, if you want to use a high-level existence to pollute me and control me, then I refuse."
Evil professions are also afraid of pollution and madness. Their own obsessions will cause personality distortion, but it will not affect their IQ. However, if they are exposed to strong pollution, their intelligence will be reduced.
Zhang Yuanqing said this because he wanted to test Catherine.
If the other party's purpose is to get him to accept the ceremony, then he must think of a reasonable reason to refuse.
Or, taking risks by relying on being a clone, and being "brainwashed" by high-level beings.
"You do not need!"
Catherine smiled and said: "Your evil thoughts are like a bottomless quagmire. They look calm on the surface, but they can actually pollute a lake."
After she finished teasing, she said seriously: "Tomorrow night's battle may involve the attention of high-ranking masters and even demigod-level experts. We need to add some insurance for ourselves."
"Insurance?" Zhang Yuanqing let his stern face show a hint of expectation.
But his heart became more solemn, because he had no reason to shirk, who would refuse the life-saving trump card? If you refuse, there will be problems.
Catherine smiled mysteriously and said: "To be precise, it's asylum! Don't underestimate our Hunter Guild. Our heritage is far deeper than that of the lawful organization."
God's Protection Zhang Yuanqing felt a little heavy in his heart. If Heavenly Punishment dared to start a war, he must be fully prepared and fully confident, but the evil camp was not a vegetarian either.
II In the confrontation between the major camps, there is almost no one party's combat power and intelligence crushing. Whoever wins and who loses can only do their best and follow fate.
Furthermore, he doesn’t know whether the so-called “god” will see through his disguise and the clone will be a 100% replica of the original owner, but only at the level of domination and below. The means and core of a high-level person cannot be replicated, such as The clone does not have a dark heart.
The functions of modifying the spirit realm ID and swallowing character cards cannot be reproduced.
If the god in Catherine's words is discovered to be a clone, then the identity of "Tongtian Cult Leader" will no longer be used, and Huichang's plan will be aborted.
But if the real body comes, he doesn't dare to take risks.
Having a headache, Zhang Yuanqing quickly thought of countermeasures.
After a few seconds, he thought of a way. Looking at the bright and charming Catherine in a black dress, he said lightly: "Bless? How to bless? When will it start?"
"In half an hour." Catherine glanced at the wall clock.
Zhang Yuanqing nodded without changing his expression and said, "I'll leave for a moment."
Catherine stared at him: "What are you going to do!?"
Zhang Yuanqing said "ha": "Make some preparations, I don't want to become a madman"
After saying that, his dark brown pupils reflected the bizarre dream, and his body disappeared into the private room.
Catherine didn't stop.
An uninhabited house at the junction of Queens and the Isle of Man.
II starlights lit up in no particular order, and Lord Tongtian and Jumang met in the bedroom.
Ju Mang quickly grabbed the perfect human skin and handed it to the leader of Tongtian: "Go back quickly, there are no bullets in my gambling gun."
Now we can only hope that the so-called "protection" is not God's one-on-one service to the beloved. Otherwise, even cause-and-effect props may not be able to hide from God's gaze.
After all, the status of perfect human skin is not high.
"If you lose the bet, this causal prop will be gone too." The clone said regretfully.
If you lose the bet, you will lose a perfect human skin, but if you don't bet, Huichang's plan will be ruined.
Zhang Yuanqing was talking to himself in front of the mirror, reasoning to himself: "Katherine said that God cannot come to the world, which means you will not face God directly. If you exclude one-on-one service, then the props of cause and effect will hide the truth. The possibility is extremely high.”
The clone gave a thumbs up: "As expected of the original body, I am a novice, but you are still awesome!"
After saying that, the clone put on the perfect human skin and returned to its original appearance. Then he stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, transforming into the leader of Tongtian Cult again, but at his core, he was completely the character Zhang Yuanqing, bearing all the cause and effect of the original body. In this way, he is a living person, not a clone.
"Gone!" The clone waved his hand and turned into starlight and disappeared.
Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing returned to No. 69 Hamburg Street and opened the private room door again.
"If there is really any pollution, do you think you can stabilize your character and state with your illusionist skills?"
Catherine sat on the sofa lazily, smiling playfully.
I knew you would think so. Smart people like to make up their own minds and swear by what they have made up.
Zhang Yuanqing said calmly: "Stop talking nonsense!"
He sat on the single sofa opposite Catherine and waited for the time to arrive.
Leader Tongtian has only been a member of the Hunter Guild for a short period of time, and it is impossible to have 100% trust in the organization. In addition, he has a fragment of the Holy Plate on his body. It is said that it is reasonable to be wary when facing the blessing of a high-ranking and powerful person.
In this state, it is reasonable to buy yourself some time to prepare for defense.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Catherine thought more and more that she had spoken to the mind of Lord Tongtian. She smiled sweetly and said,
Yingying stood up and took out a canvas, a dark and oily bowl, and a purple glass bottle from the wooden cabinet in the corner.
She unfolded the canvas, pressed down the four corners with heavy objects, then removed the cork of the glass bottle, and poured dark green liquid into the dark bowl.
Zhang Yuanqing sat aside and watched curiously.
Catherine stretched out a crystal-clear finger, quickly stirred the dark green liquid in the bowl, and used a pointing pen to draw snail-like runes on the canvas.
These runes are twisted and ugly, and seem chaotic at first glance. However, when combined, there is an inexplicable harmony, like a whole, a whole that matches the Taoist rhyme. Like countless mortises and tenons.
When Catherine finished painting the last rune, the canvas suddenly burst into dark green light, forming a two-meter-high light door.
"Go in." Catherine looked back and stepped into the light door with a smile.
Dark green ripples appeared, and she passed through the light door and disappeared into the private room.
The god in Catherine's mouth is not in the spiritual realm... Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath and followed Catherine through the door.
There was a flash of phantom light, and soon Zhang Yuanqing found himself in a wide space with a gray-white sky without the sun or moon.
The chaotic sky light shone through the gray clouds, leaving the world in a state of half-light and half-darkness.
What caught Zhang Yuanqing's field of vision was a bright red lake, like a ruby embedded in the earth.
Lake of blood? Lake of blood!
And the location of the Blood Lake is in the Kingdom of God!
Is this the kingdom of God that the Freedom Covenant talks about?
Zhang Yuanqing's heart was beating wildly, and he could hardly control his emotions. The god he wanted to "see" was really the god who created the Freedom Covenant.
Catherine walked up to him with an expression of piety and reverence, and whispered: "This is the place where the patriarchs of the Freedom Covenant swore an oath to overthrow the tyranny of the Holy See."
Sure enough, Zhang Yuanqing lowered his voice: "What on earth is a god in the blood lake?"
Catherine nodded: "The Blood Lake is the place where the pool sleeps."
After saying that, he knelt on the ground and bowed towards the blood lake, his smooth forehead piously pressed against the ground.
This shouldn't be a spiritual realm, but it's also not the real world. It's a legendary secret realm? A secret realm independent of reality created by a high-ranking person! Zhang Yuanqing secretly guessed in his heart.
When Catherine straightened up, he asked: "Didn't you say that God cannot come to earth?"
"Who told you that it was God's true form?" Catherine's fair head was stained with the soil, and she giggled: "What is sleeping in the blood lake is His incarnation in the human world."
The incarnation of the human world...Zhang Yuanqing asked: "What does the incarnation of God look like?"
Catherine smiled mysteriously!
"You'll find out later."
Under Zhang Yuanqing's gaze, she walked to the blood lake, cut her wrist with her fingertips, and let the blood turn into a thin stream and flowed into the blood lake. She then leaned over to pick up a handful of blood and drank it with her head raised; the bright red blood flowed along her snow-white Her neck was dripping with water, and there was a kind of sad and enchanting beauty.
The next moment, Catherine covered her ears, fell to the ground, and let out a heart-piercing scream, as if she was suffering from some kind of terrible demon. The intense pain made her, the master, roll on the ground. After more than ten seconds , Catherine stopped rolling and stared at the sky in a daze.
After a while, the look returned to her eyes, she turned over and sat up, exhaling a breath of relief.
She looked at Zhang Yuanqing and said with a smile: "By offering your blood and essence in exchange for the sacred water of the Blood Lake, you can gain the protection of the gods. The sacred water will make you tainted with the aura of the gods. Once you are attacked by a powerful person of high rank, The gods will look upon you and come to your rescue.”
The high-ranking powerful people I am talking about refer to peak masters, or demigods. The attacks of level 7 and 8 masters are not within the sight of the gods. This is mainly to give us a layer of insurance.
Will drinking the bath water from the gods make me lose my mind on the spot? Zhang Yuanqing looked at Catherine and felt that her brain was quite normal and she was not showy. He felt a little relieved.
In addition, he was relieved to find that he had received blessings in this way, because he did not have to face the gods directly, and he did not need to be served one-on-one by the gods, which greatly reduced the probability of his vest being ripped off.
He walked to the blood lake, and Catherine reminded: "The sacred water contains the power of the gods. If you drink too much, there are only two results. One is that the physical body collapses and returns to the spiritual realm on the spot. The other is that it becomes a terrifying monster that destroys everything. power, but it will also lose its intelligence, which is equivalent to the death of consciousness and cannot be restored."
"This is why we only insure ourselves instead of using divine water to gain divine power."
Deformed into a terrifying monster? Are gods a Breaking Bad profession?
Zhang Yuanqing said: "Then how much should I drink?"
Catherine said: "You are at the pinnacle of a saint, but your body is weak, so your intake cannot exceed five liters."
Zhang Yuanqing nodded and held a few handfuls in his palms.
This is unhygienic. Should I boil it before drinking it to sterilize it? He hesitated in his heart, but when he thought that he was a clone, he immediately gritted his teeth and sucked it into his mouth with a slurp.
In an instant, he felt as if he had drank lava. The hot taste exploded on the tip of his tongue, poured into his throat, and fell into his stomach.
Zhang Yuanqing felt that his internal organs had been burned to ashes, and what was even more deadly was that terrifying murmurs came from his ears, like murmurs in his sleep, like an ancient language that he couldn't understand.
Like Catherine just now, he covered his ears and let out a heart-rending scream.
But at this moment, the pain in body and soul could not cover up the shock in his heart.
Demonic species!
The monster in the bilge of the cruise ship!!
