Qingyi is her first branch.

Gradually, her temples were not only spread across Qingyi, but all over the world. No matter which place or street, her temples were always the largest and largest, with an altar of five steps and a temple of ten steps, so it was not surprising.

Her name spreads further and further. That god from Qingyi has great magical powers and prayers will be answered. Where did he come from? Qingyi! What kind of god? Qingyi! Who cares? Qingyi! No matter whether you have seen it or not.

Everyone I’ve ever seen screams like this.

Later, a nobleman contributed money to build a very large temple, which could even accommodate tens of thousands of people praying for souls. After the temple was built, the first plaque was hung, and almost everyone walked around the streets beating gongs and drums, and the red cloth slowly

When she slowly pulled down, the five characters "Tsing Yi Master Guan" appeared in front of people's eyes. She became the all-powerful Tsing Yi God Zi Mo in people's mouth.

"Master Wu Ming, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just thinking about some old things. Since you have promised your believers, you must think about yourself. Only when you have taken care of your believers can you rely on them. Don't let down those who believe in you." Zi Moruo

Something to think about.

Qian Guan vigorously nodded, then he poked his head and asked: "Where has the Lord in Black gone? I haven't seen him for several hours. Lord Wu Ming, do you know where he has gone? I want the Lord in Black to go."

Teach me some tricks to keep fit."

"I don't know, I didn't see it, but..."

But since the little King of Hell is not here, it might be better to go back to his ghost realm. Now that the evil spirits may reappear in the world, the most important thing is to regain the belief and increase the mana. The top priority is to find a place to build a few temples first.

Fortunately, she had accumulated some savings during the thousands of years in Lianguang Mountain. It shouldn't be a big deal to use it to build a few temples nearby. She thought to herself.

"He has always been without a trace, so don't worry about him... Good Qianguan, let me ask you, apart from Beiyin, are there any other places nearby?"

"Our place is remote, with rugged terrain and deep mountains. It has never been very popular. However, walking out from the Qiongguan Road in the back mountain, there are two very close cities named Fengcheng and Lingcheng. People there

Dingxingwang is very prosperous and a good place to go.”

Zi Mo walked around the back mountain and didn't see any Qiongguan Road. The overgrown weeds were as tall as two people, not to mention the road, and even the direction was blocked by the sunlight above.

It would be great if the mana was still there. He could fly over the back mountain casually and not linger in the forest for two hours. Zi Mo knocked on the third ring spirit and took out a handful of flashlights from the big net.

She held the shining knife. She recited the incantation silently, and the knife began to cut the weeds one by one on its own, cutting a full distance of three miles.

She finally found a small cave entrance from the haystacks. On the stone wall next to the cave entrance were written the words "Qiongguan Cave". It must be that after this cave entrance is the Qiongguan Road. Zi Mo put away the knife, and the knife was shining with light.

It wasn't even bright anymore. The blade was stained with the juice of an unknown species of grass. It was smelly and black, and a corner of it was already missing.

"I'm really sorry for you, Longlong Dao. I made you with great care to make a magic weapon. I didn't expect that you, a second-grade magic weapon, would look like this now. I'll repair you when I have the power."

." She said with a distressed face, then waved her hand and put the knife back into the net.

She couldn't help but miss the days when she had magic power around her. She checked her consciousness, but now there was only a tiny wisp.

This ray of consciousness has been holding on tenaciously for a long time. It should have dissipated long ago, but somehow it is so strong. Now Zimo just hopes that it can be stronger, otherwise her consciousness will be dispersed and her life will be at risk.

Now, let’s talk about building a temple and regaining faith.

Several spiritual moths swayed and landed on her shoulders from a distance, and then transformed into a reflection against the blue sky.

The spirit moth brought back a piece of bad news: the distance from Bein to the Second City of Fenngling was several thousand miles. How long would it take to walk on two feet alone? She would not be able to reach the end of the journey in all eternity. Her life was estimated to be

There is still no way to go.

"What should we do?" She thought about it over and over, but she still didn't have a proper answer.

Forget it, let's stay in Bein for now and think of a solution later. After making up her mind, she returned to the original route.

"Why are you back again?" A person moved out of the grass.

The spirit moth flew around in the air several times, and soon disappeared into the ring spirit.

"You're free after you cross Qiongguan Road. Why are you running back?" He said with a faint smile, but he didn't seem to care about Zi Mo's answer, because he looked very confident, the kind of person who could do anything no matter what.

The gesture of holding the object firmly in the palm of your hand.

It turns out he didn't leave.

Zi Mo had a plan in mind.

She replied: "Even if I really walk out of Qiongguan Road, will you let me go?"

Yan Song just looked at her. The meaning was already clear.

"I've known it for a long time," she said feebly, "Even if I run out, I won't be caught by you, so what difference does it make if I run away or not? In fact, I have no grudge against you, I'm just a little

It’s just a useless god. You really don’t need to stay in Beiyin just to catch me. Wouldn’t this be a waste of your precious time…”

As she spoke, her voice gradually became quieter, because the Little King of Hell was approaching step by step. She heard a slight sneer from the Little King of Hell.

"I don't need a reason for who I want to kill or who I don't want to kill. Instead of being arrogant here, why not give me a reason not to kill you, and maybe I'll agree when my heart softens."

"Really let me go? Is it a deal?" She raised her head and quietly stepped back.

As she spoke, she turned her hand behind her back and summoned the big net.

"I have a way to make sure you won't kill me. The reason is..." She suddenly stopped when she said this. Seeing that the little King of Hell didn't respond for a long time, the interest she had managed to maintain suddenly disappeared, so she frowned.

Said: "Come closer and I will tell you."

Yan Song stood still. He looked like he was talking but not talking.

"Forget it."

She simply moved closer to the little King of Hell, but she tried her best to raise her head, but she could only reach the shoulder of the little King of Hell. She sighed secretly, but she didn't expect that losing the magic power would make her worse, and even her shape and size would shrink.

.

In the past, when her power was at its peak, she was the best in terms of power, appearance and height. Even her statue was made taller than other gods. For thousands of years, she was used to being alone in the mountains. She was tall and tall.

It was so small that she didn't notice it at all.

"You can bend down a little or lower your head. I can't reach you." She almost gritted her teeth before saying the last four words. As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that Yi Xiaoyan's temperament was definitely not good enough.

Listening to her, it must have turned a deaf ear as before. She is really confused.

Standing on tiptoe, she summoned all her energy to reach Yan Song's ear, "You won't kill me, because -"

Turning her head sideways, she deviated from an angle. When Yan Song was not paying attention, a white crystal pill came out of her mouth. In her concentration, she felt that the shoulders of the little King of Hell seemed to have dropped a little. It was a good time.

When will the next update be expected?

She didn't care to think about it, she held Little Hell's face with both hands, put the pill under her tongue and kissed it. Only when every trace of the pill was absorbed into Little Hell's body did she let go of her hand with satisfaction.

"I kindly gave you a chance, but you resorted to evil tricks. As expected, the so-called gods are all insidious and cunning, and you can't trust any of them." Yan Song wiped his mouth, the flower whip was about to move in his hand, and the cold light of Ling Lie was almost purple.

In front of Mo's eyes, "I'll give you a ride right now."

"Jump."

Zi Mo Road.

"You're still talking nonsense when you're about to die." As soon as he finished his words, he suddenly lost his voice and the whip fell from his hand, leaving a layer of dust on the ground. With two "boom boom" sounds, Yan Song jumped up and fell to the ground.

"That's it." She finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly let go of her tense nerves.

"What did you feed me?" Yan Song asked.

"Looking at the hatred on your face, it's nothing but a small pill. I call it the 'obedience' pill."

She had only used this pill once after refining it, and vaguely remembered how many pills she still had. At that time, the Little King of Hell was pressing closer, and in desperation, she suddenly thought of this thing. She had kept it for thousands of years, but she didn't know that there were still some.

It has no effect anymore.

Fortunately it's effective.

Otherwise, she would not be able to bear the whip just now, and she would be shattered to pieces. She wiped her sweat.

She issued a few more commands, and within just half a stick of incense, Yan Song clapped his hands and rolled on the ground. Before the tears on his face dissipated, he started laughing again.

It's very easy to use, and it really does what I say.

Zi Mo was completely relieved, but the pills were time-sensitive. Once the time passed, there would be no chance again, so he had better get down to business quickly.

"Pick up your whip and give it to me," she said.

The whip was in her hand, but it didn't look like the magical weapon it was before. It didn't cover the sky and soar unscrupulously in the clouds like before. Instead, it lay softly in her hand, so ordinary that it was nothing like it.

When she raised her eyes, a bad premonition flashed through her heart.

"Can your whip still fly?" she asked.

Yan Song gritted his teeth and said, "No."

If she couldn't fly, how could she go to Fengcheng and Lingcheng? The magical weapon she had just obtained couldn't be wasted like this without any use.

Magical weapons mostly rely on their magic power to be connected to their master. This would only happen if the master's magic power was unstable or completely gone. But the little King of Hell had just turned out to be full of spiritual power, and the whip almost killed her.

, how did it become like this in this moment?

"What on earth is going on? Let me tell you."

She didn't hear an answer for a long time. She raised her head and glanced at the little King of Hell. His face was so pale that he kept his mouth shut tightly.

"You, answer, answer."

"Ever since...since I came to humble origin..., I...my magic power has always...suddenly lost for no reason. It may take a moment or a few hours before...it can be restored. There must be...there must be something fishy here.

.”

After speaking, Yan Song turned away angrily, as if he was unwilling to face the reality that he was being manipulated, and he didn't want Zi Mo to ask any more questions.

"So you've been staying in Bein just to find out about this matter?" she asked further.

Yan Song turned around obediently and nodded. After the order was completed, he waved his sleeves and glared at Zi Mo angrily.

Sure enough, it was pretty much what she guessed.

At this point, she happened to be unlucky enough to catch up with the little King of Hell when his magic power was low, so his magical weapon was of no use. It was no different from the ordinary whip. The arrival to the Second City of Fenngling could only be done slowly.

She raised her head and looked towards the sky. Suddenly she heard a muffled sound, and the little King of Hell fell to the ground and fainted.

It would be great if the magic power was still there. This was the countless time she sighed.

In a trance, a warmth rose from the bottom of her heart, and then poured into every part of her body. The spirit moths flew out in large numbers without being summoned, like a screen hanging from the sky, and there were thousands of them gathered in an instant.

There were so many, they danced brightly, and Zimo felt the surging inside her body.

This long-lost feeling has never happened to her in Lianguang Mountain for thousands of years. With her current ability, it is absolutely impossible to summon so many spirit moths. Could it be...

She concealed her inner excitement and reached out to touch the spirit moth, it was so real.

Zi Mo closed her eyes and thought silently in her heart: "Fengcheng."


Chapter completed!