"Come if (cross out) and join the Lord of Shadows!"

"Although we do not have our own territory or our own temple, we have a heart of faith that dares to sacrifice ourselves."

"Join now and you can donate your loved ones for free. The whole family must be in order!"

“Hurry up and join!”

The propaganda, which was less than a hundred words long, was full of typos and made Wang Huai have a headache.

There are no welfare benefits involved, and there is no localization treatment at all. After reading it, you will even suspect that it is a sworn enemy who came to smear the Lord of Shadows.

Although he felt a headache, since the promise had been made, Wang Huai could only hold his nose and admit it.

Holding the list in hand, Wang Huai asked: "Is sacrifice a necessary part?"

"No, but the Lord of Shadows will be very happy."

"Tell him to endure it and don't do this in the future, otherwise he will be destroyed by the Great Zhou in a matter of minutes."

"What about the treatment of the Dharma Protector?"

"Just do what they want. Just ask them one by one and see what they want..."

Wang Huai put his business knowledge to good use and slowly explained to Sierra, who nodded frequently.

After understanding, Sera held Wang Huai's hand and said, "I have decided that you will also become the shaman of the Lord of Shadows."

"Not that interested."

“Join now and you’ll get a gift.”

"What gift can you give me?"

"I can call you brother for free."

"...Get out of here."

Let Sera digest it slowly, Wang Huai continued to visit Tianming Division, and then borrowed the content of the trail to prepare to learn about the trail.

But before she could start looking, Gu Wuxin on the side asked: "Junior brother, why are you helping that person?"

"Sela, she helped me. Can't you understand?"

"I can understand, but I can't understand your motivation for doing things. In my opinion, if it's not a task, then I won't do it."

Wang Huai looked at Gu Wuxin and probably understood what Shangguanhong wanted Gu Wuxin to understand.

Because of constantly killing his own emotions, Gu Wuxin has lost the empathy of a normal person and turned into a task machine.

Although she has recovered recently, she still lacks too many things and is no longer a normal person.

But she couldn't fully understand the state of Wuxin. No matter what, she would only end up with this path of complete destruction.

The previous obsession was actually a good thing, allowing her to fully release her suppressed emotions.

However, this is only treating the symptoms and not the root cause. If the other party is allowed to practice like this, sooner or later he will become a demon that cannot be solved.

After thinking about it, Wang Huai rubbed his head and asked: "If Brother Huzi is in trouble, will you help him when there is nothing else?"

Gu Wuxin was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Yes."

"That's enough. Feel this emotion. It will help you to reach the true state of mindlessness."

After finishing speaking, Wang Huai left time for Gu Wuxin to think while he read the trail introduction.

This thing looks very complicated, but in fact it is very simple. Just walk up step by step. The trail will automatically eliminate the divine pollution, and then become the corresponding protector god, which will be converted into mana after being killed.

After reading in detail, Wang Huai was full of curiosity about Yangshen.

Although Yang Shen is only one level higher than Yin Shen, the gap between them is like a chasm.

Transforming effects into causes, mediating creation, reversing yin and yang...

All kinds of great magical powers can be used by Yang Shen at will, and the power in them is even more incredible.

However, this kind of immortal figure was also lost in history, and in the end only a few remnants of his soul were left to be reincarnated as humans.

And the magic weapon they left behind can even be controlled by the gods, and from it we can get a little glimpse of the mysteries of the Yang God.

Thinking of the wonder of the magic weapon at his feet, Wang Huai suddenly had some guesses.

This magic weapon may itself be used to control gods.

By trapping gods in them and converting divine pollution into mana, the more gods are imprisoned, the more divine pollution will be, and the more mana will be converted.

It can also accommodate more than 100,000 people at the same time, and may also serve as a sect's practice, allowing its disciples to practice with the help of divine pollution.

Thinking further, Wang Huai felt that perhaps for ancient monks, a lot of pollution was not pollution, but a means of cultivation. Unfortunately, the way of heaven was broken and all the methods were lost.

"There are thousands of great ways, and all dharma can lead to enlightenment. What kind of world would that be?"

With imagination about ancient times, Wang Huai continued reading.

Two days later, the trail opened.

In the dark world, a long rainbow suddenly appeared, and a white marble-like corridor emerged from the rainbow and connected with the earth beneath its feet.

Several temple ministers who needed to purify their own pollution walked onto the walkway when the corridor appeared. From time to time, golden light flew out of their bodies and poured into the corridor.

A quarter of an hour later, a temple priest walked out first. The original feeling of a tool disappeared from his body, and his whole person became vivid.

In addition, Wang Huai could also feel that the other party was originally a monk, and the magic power in his body had increased out of thin air, and his own cultivation level had increased.

"It takes a quarter of an hour to go back and forth. This temple has been polluted before." Zhuang Wuwang said.

"Yes, half a quarter of an hour is enough for normal pollution." Wang Huaiye, who had seen the details of the trail, said with emotion, "Sister, it's your turn."

Gu Wuxin nodded slightly, then walked onto the trail, and turned back after dozens of breaths.

Compared with before, Gu Wuxin looked unchanged. It seemed that the pollution was not strong.

After confirming that Gu Wuxin was fine, Wang Huai also stepped forward and stepped on the smooth white jade stone steps.

With every step forward, Wang Huai could feel the golden light emanating from his body. The invisible divine pollution was forcibly removed by the trail at this moment, rolled into the stone steps, and condensed into a protector at the end of the trail.

As long as the Dharma Protector is killed, the divine pollution in the body will be completely removed, and there will be no further trouble.

On both sides of the trail are pure white clouds. The shapes of the clouds are unpredictable, and there is an inexplicable Taoist charm that makes people feel calm.

At the beginning, Wang Huai was still in the mood to appreciate the scenery on both sides of the trail.

But the further he went, the more he felt something was wrong.

After calculating the time, Wang Huai found that he had been gone for a quarter of an hour, which was twice as long as that of the seriously polluted temple official.

What's even more frightening is that he hasn't seen the shadow of the Dharma Protector until now.

Looking back, Wang Huai found that the way back had disappeared into the clouds, and he was already far away from the earth.

"What's going on? What did Shangguanhong do again?"

After thinking about it carefully, Wang Huai compared himself and Gu Wuxin, and finally found out what Shangguanhong did to him but not to Gu Wuxin.

Those mutton buns!

Because the taste of steamed buns permeated his memories, he ate whatever Shangguanhong made.

I thought it was just a few buns, but I didn't expect there was a backhand hidden in the middle.

Shangguan Hong, what do you want to do?

Once up the trail, there was no way to stop, so Wang Huai could only continue moving forward to expel as much divine pollution from his body as possible.

An hour later, he was still walking.

Two hours later, he was still walking.

Three hours later, he had already started running wildly on the trail. Every time he took a step, he could see golden light dancing around his body, and a large amount of divine pollution flew out from it, turning into a protector at the end.

It wasn't until a day later that the panting Wang Huai finally reached the end and saw the protector at the end of the road.

So much divine pollution has made the Protector God incredibly powerful.

I'm afraid that if the true king comes in person, he will flee in front of him.

The guardian god at the end of the road has dark skin, fangs turned out, is ten feet tall, has three heads and six arms.

He was clad in golden armor and held a ferocious weapon in each hand. He looked murderous, as if he could destroy everything in front of him with ease.

Each of his faces wears a mask, showing three expressions: contemplation, firmness and tenderness.

The long-lasting, vast, and infinite breath is released from the opponent's body, as if the God of War has descended.

The first time he saw the opponent, Wang Huai knew that this was definitely not an opponent he could defeat.

But he had no other choice.

Seeing Wang Huai arriving, the protector god stood up directly, swung the weapon in his hand quickly, and six black lights wrapped around the weapon in his hand, and rushed towards Wang Huai.

Feeling the opponent's destructive aura, Wang Huai directly summoned the tiger armor, roared, and rushed towards the opponent.

Wang Huai dodged the opponent's weapon and punched the opponent in the face. His mouth immediately hurt and his arms began to tremble.

But what surprised him was that the other party was trembling more violently than him.
To be continued...