Yuxu Palace.
Yuanshi Tianzun stood up from the Nine Dragons Agarwood Chariot, his face showing a dignity that had not been seen in tens of thousands of years.
"This is not a black bird, this is the nine-headed feather insect that was killed by Wen Zhong."
"She's alive."
"At the beginning, I personally saw her crash to death on Yin Shou's national destiny, and her soul was shattered."
Di Xinqi Water Slayer God, he had also cast a glance, and he could naturally distinguish Feng Jiu's aura.
"Dead body."
"Can we really recreate Yin and Yang?"
"Even if the soul of a human immortal is scattered, even if I take action personally, it will take a huge amount of mana to cultivate the soul for hundreds of years before I can reshape the soul."
"Look at this demon. Not only has it been resurrected, but it has also entered the realm of heaven."
"This is no longer as simple as a few springs and autumns, but only dozens of days and nights."
"It is difficult for me to achieve such a towering creation."
"Could it be that Yin Shou's edict to become a god from Great Shang was not a lie?"
While he was in shock and pondering, he suddenly heard two senior brother voices coming from the void.
Then two lotus terraces appeared out of thin air. There was a strange fragrance exuding from the lotus terraces, golden light was born, and golden lotuses surged from the ground!
Among the golden and white lotus flowers on the lotus platform, the golden light turned into two Taoists, one with a face of pain, and the other with a sallow complexion.
Zhunti, who was originally waiting to see Zi Shou's joke, also came hand in hand.
"Senior Brother Yuanshi."
"Please don't be offended if you come here without permission."
"It's really that this Prince Shang's move is too weird, and we can't figure out the mystery behind it."
"The two of us have exhausted our skills and cannot deduce why the Qishui River God came back from the dead."
"Senior Brother Yuanshi, has this number of gods really changed?"
"Behind Di Xin, has Tong Tian been secretly taking action to intercept the glimmer of hope for him?"
Yuanshi remained silent in response to Yin Zhun's question.
Because...he doesn't know either.
Yuan Shi was about to deduce it, but he thought of the backlash from the power of heaven and held back.
So, after a moment of pondering and thinking, he suddenly opened his phoenix eyes and said:
"There is only one possibility for a secret that a saint cannot deduce, and that is that other saints are covering it up."
"Tongtian can make people become immortals in just a few dozen days, but he gathered the remaining soul of the nine-headed insect in such a short time and reshaped it's yin and yang."
"Except for the Taoist ancestors, there are only two other people who can bring the souls of those who were scattered from the dead back to life in such a short period of time."
"One is above and one is below."
Jie Yin Zhunti nodded and did not ask Yuan Shi who these two people were because they had already guessed it.
Zhunti looked at the sky and spoke slowly:
"The Supreme Sage, the Supreme Forgetfulness, all the Qi Refiners in this world can be counted as disciples of the Human Cult."
"He won't help business, and he won't help Zhou."
"Unless Tao finally tears his skin, heaven and earth cannot withstand the battle of gods, and human race will be extinct along with heaven and earth, then this man will not be able to sit still."
Jieyin continued:
"If it's not the one above, then it can only be the one below."
"It seems that we have been ignoring this seventh saint, the Lord of Nine Netherworlds."
Several people looked at Jiuyou Underworld at the same time, looked at each other, and murmured to themselves:
"Empress Pingxin, have you intervened too?"
"She controls the underground world, but she still wants to interfere with the human world?"
…
The underworld.
In the Six Paths of Reincarnation, there was a woman in palace attire with a compassionate face. She was practicing with her eyes closed. Six stone doors thousands of feet tall stood in the void behind her. Suddenly she felt a stream of spiritual consciousness sweeping across the underworld. She couldn't help but Suddenly he sneezed.
"Weird."
"No matter what day it is, you will always think of me."
She frowned slightly, closed her eyes again, and practiced meditation.
…
Qishui.
Conferred God enters the final critical stage.
Feng Jiu turned into a black bird and soared on both sides of the Qishui River. She only felt the endless power of incense pouring into her body from all the people.
Zi Shou nodded to her, and in her soul she imagined a shadow overlooking the nine heavens. This shadow only revealed one and a half claws, which made Feng Jiu's face turn red, and the power of the incense surrounding her was instantly absorbed. Empty!
That feather covers the sky and the sun!
That claw tore the sky apart!
Endless firelight emerged from the shadow, and the stars in the sky turned into meteorites and fell!
This is Feng Jiu’s repair of the future lifelessness scripture according to the prehistoric way of heaven!
She only left behind the method of visualization, but not the idol of visualization!
Anyone who practices this method can visualize the beliefs in their heart. The more realistic the visualization, the faster the practice.
And she!
Replace the Buddha visualized in the Future Immortal Sutra with this phantom!
She is the ancestor of all birds!
She was once the master of this sky!
She has a name that the Bird Clan will always respect—Yuanfeng!
Feng Jiu is a descendant of Jiu Feng, and the essence and blood of Yuan Feng remains in Jiu Feng's body. He relies on continuous visualization and speculation from the Future No Life Sutra, as well as the portrait of Yuan Feng that has been passed down through the ages, and finally visualizes Yuan Feng in his heart.
"With such surging power of incense, one can only imagine one feather and one claw of Yuan Feng. How powerful was Feng Zu back then."
Feng Jiu was extremely shocked.
Then, she waved her slender hand, and a golden divine thought floated in the air, with complicated characters and syllables floating in it.
Different from the past unfounded verbal apotheosis of gods, the gods practice the incense and fire divine way passed down by Haotian.
This time, it’s about preaching and enthroning gods!
She clicked lightly and submerged herself into the imperial edict in Zisheng's hands.
The corners of Zi Shou's lips curled up slightly. Knowing that the play was almost over, he said loudly:
"People of Dashang! You have always been wrong. You believe in evil gods and rely on the gods. You ask for help from the gods for every drop of rain, which makes Empress Xuanniao go away in despair."
"Our ancestor Ziqi and Emperor Yu worked together to control floods, relying on their own hands."
"Now that Black Bird is back, she is guarding us. She is guarding the birth of demons and evil spirits causing chaos."
"Only with the protection of our patron saint can we, the great business people, fearlessly create everything on this earth!"
Under the control of the human king, all the civil and military officials were filled with excitement.
For a moment.
A sudden realization dawned on them.
"So that's it, this is what the king has been working on for six years!"
"We humans are fearless in creating. Is this what the king pursues?"
"Your Majesty, I can fight for another five hundred years!"
All the civil and military officials shouted loudly for the great king, but only Wen Zhong looked at the proud figure standing in the distance.
"Your Majesty, it turns out you really want to imitate Ji Gui."
"But will the saints agree?"
"Can your mere mortal body resist the schemes of gods and Buddhas all over the sky?"
"But since the master has chosen the king, I will protect your safety even if I go to hell."
Wen Zhong clenched the male and female whips in his hands, with a determined look in his eyes, and shouted, "Your Majesty!"
However, he always felt that the king's voice was a bit loud today, a bit weird.
Zishou didn't know Wen Zhong's thoughts. If he knew, he would be moved for a few seconds.
It was the first time that he spoke so many words, and every sentence was filled with Wu Sheng's energy and blood. His voice was so loud that it made his throat dry. He just wanted to end it as soon as possible.
He seemed to be holding the heaven and earth in his hands, looking at the sun and moon, and said loudly:
"Today is the fifteenth day, it's time to become a god!"
"The evil god has been killed, and the black bird must stand!"
"If you live in Renzi, the world will be blessed!"
