Zi Mo said: "My title is 'Wu Ming', but I am just a little god who has just ascended. You can just call me Wu Ming."

"Yes, Master Wu Ming!"

"Then the other one..." The only answer he received was silence. Qianguan swallowed the rest of his words. Little Yama had no intention of paying attention to him with his back turned. Qianguan was not stupid either. Of course he could see that Yama

Song's attitude.

Seeing the young man slowly drooping his clear eyes, Zi Mo couldn't bear it anymore. She quietly called out a few moths and flew to the couch to secretly exert force. After a while, Yan Song's couch returned to Qian Guan's eyes.

She patted Yan Song and said, "Say a few words, otherwise the child will be sad." Qianguan's darkened eyes suddenly brightened up again, and he stared at Yan Song expectantly and nodded.

"What do you want to do with me?" He took out his whip and waved it, then quickly left. The couch was split into two halves. The big flower whip that used to cover the sky and the sun was now wrapped around his waist and was no bigger than an ordinary whip.

Weird, not impressive at all.

"My godly friend has always had such a temper. He definitely doesn't have any prejudice against you. He is a sharp-tongued man who is actually testing you... Congratulations on passing his test, congratulations!" Zi Mo smoothed things over.

"I thought it was because I'm a humble person and the adults look down on me, but actually I'm used to it... But it's okay, I will definitely work hard to get the favor of the adults."

Get the favor of the Little King of Hell?

This idea is a bit fanciful. He has already gained face by not being able to kill you. After feeling sad in his heart, Zi Mo nodded and solemnly said: "I believe you can do it."

"Things are going badly, Qianlang, the Six Gods of Zongshan... they are here again, and they are fighting with the black-clothed god!" a person shouted while running around.

Qian Guan's face was solemn, and without saying a word, he clenched the scimitar at his waist and left quickly, with Zi Mo following closely behind.

A few miles away, under Yan Song's feet, four or five Huaguan little gods were lying on the ground, screaming in pain. Yan Song picked up their weapons and swords, squeezed them gently in his hand, and they shattered into pieces with a bang.

The two halves turned into a badly made piece of waste.

"Who do you think you are? I've never seen you before. Call your... rag collector... master." The little gods were kicked until their mouths were swollen to stones, and they were still shouting incomprehensibly. One of them was fat.

He took the opportunity to hug Yan Song's calf, trying to drag him down with his own weight.

Without blinking, Yan Song raised his foot and kicked, and the little god flew out.

When Zi Mo and Qian Guan arrived, a little god with a fat head and big ears flew towards them on the road. They both hid, and the little god was stuck into the ground, covering his head and whimpering.

"Are you okay?" Qian Guan was stunned for a while before he realized how to help him. Unexpectedly, he was lying on the ground crying. When he saw Qian Guan, his face immediately changed. He barely supported his waist and stood up straight.

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"Well, you are a piece of shit. If you know you are weak, find someone who can beat us and bully us. You will reap the benefits and watch our jokes." As he said this, he burst into tears, with tears and snot flying everywhere. Zi Mo stepped back.

A few steps.

The other little gods got up and helped each other, and hurriedly picked up the crowns that had fallen on the ground. When they saw Qian Guan, they suddenly felt confident.

They all cursed: "After all, our friends passed by here, but they just fell in love with your servant's broken whip. If he didn't give it to you, he would beat us. We have lived in a rich land for a long time and have never seen anything. It's just a broken whip."

It's just a whip. I think he just wants to kill us and kill a few famous gods. Killing gods, can you afford the crime of killing gods?"

"God-killing? You?" Yan Song burst out laughing, "Why do you dare to come out and scream now?"

Before he finished speaking, an arrow flew past Yan Song and stabbed directly at Yan Song. A crooked-mouthed god holding a bow on the side smiled. When he looked at Yan Song with a grin, his mouth was patted up and down like a slit, as if he was being beaten.

The needlework was crooked, and a sharp arrow was ready to go from his hand, and shot with a whoosh.

Zi Mo was about to take action when he saw a figure running past him and disappearing. When he looked carefully, Qian Guan was standing in front of Yan Song. A sharp arrow was deeply embedded between his thighs. He held the arrow and tipped it over slowly sliding to the ground.

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"Stupid, you have so little ability to protect anyone."

"I said I would take good care of Lord God and I will never break my promise." Qian Guan looked at Zi Mo again and said with a smile: "Master Wu Ming, please go help him and don't worry about me. I know you are very strong."

A shrill scream was heard. After the scream, the bow fell to the ground with a clang, covered with a thin layer of powder. It was the only remnant of the little god holding the bow. The other little gods were stunned and collapsed on the ground, carrying the wind.

Blow it gently, and after a while, not even the powder is left.

"You killed him, you really killed him..." Qian Guan was also stunned, staring at the cold light in Yan Song's hand in disbelief.

"The arrow just shot by the little god was aimed at the heart. Moreover, the bow and arrow are his magical weapons with magical power. If the little king of hell hadn't moved away secretly, I'm afraid you would have been a dead body by now." Zi Mo explained.

, then she looked at Yan Song, "Then you can't kill him directly. Even if he is guilty, he will not be punished to death. It may be too late to educate him properly."

"Then why don't you educate yourself before you start acting? I can only blame him for overestimating his capabilities. Not to mention that he is a little guy. There are not many gods in the world who are well educated. They are just pretending to be nice.

He does dirty things just like his name."

As soon as he finished speaking, those little gods got up from the ground and covered their faces to pick up the fragments of magic weapons on the ground. Yan Song moved the whip in his hand and fixed his eyes on them.

"Let them go, please, Lord God," Qian Guan saw that Yan Song had no intention of letting the other little gods go, so he couldn't help but said. He stretched out his hand to grab something, but he wavered in the air a few times, but nothing happened.

He grabbed it and let it hang down again.

"I know you are capable and powerful. We little wild gods come from poor backgrounds. It is not easy to gain people's faith and worship. Besides, whether it is me or them, many, many people behind us rely on us."

Qian Guan paused and continued: "I know that because I am weak, they have always looked down on me and bullied me. I also hate them, but I don't want them to die. One day I will let them see with their own eyes how strong I am.

Let them bow their heads for me."

"You are not qualified to plead for them, but you are right about one thing." Yan Song paused for a moment, then turned his eyes to Qianguan's bleeding wound, "You are stupid and troublesome."

He looked at Zi Mo and said slowly: "The same goes for you."

I don't know if the little gods were frightened or something, but everyone was shocked. A little god in a yellow coat got up from the ground and soon his legs gave out, and he fell directly on the rocks.

Zi Mo helped him up, and the little god screamed as if he had seen a ghost, staggering and falling to the ground. His coat had long been torn into strips of cloth hanging on his calves, and the little god in yellow robe was limping.

His legs were completely exposed in front of Zi Mo.

The ripples on the legs were wrinkled like fish scales...

...It's a watery curse!

It turned out to be a large piece of watery curse.

Only those who are injured by evil spirits will have this mark.

Suddenly, there was a feeling of dizziness in front of Zi Mo, and the former mourner seemed to start to scream in Zi Mo's mind again.

Five thousand years ago, it was because of the unintentional evil spirit that she broke into the Lianguang Mountain. But she clearly remembered that she had already combined the power of the Divine Crown to completely eliminate it.

Her heart tightened and her vision went dark.

She didn't know how much time passed, but when she woke up and was lying on the bed, she saw Qian Guan covering his thigh. The wound had been treated and insignificant blood was oozing out.

Zi Mo tapped the third ring spirit twice, and a large net immediately appeared in her hand. Some bottles and jars protruded from the left side, and half of a dark-colored bead was exposed outside. She opened the net mouth and shook it.

The big net trembled from side to side in her hand, and a few black stones slid down from the gaps. They rolled a few times on the ground before they stopped. She quickly picked them up with one hand and threw them back into the net. The other hand reached in and was caught.

The net was swallowed up, and the gurgling sound lingered for a long time.

"Finally found it." She pulled her hand out.

Then she tightened the mouth of the net and tapped the ring spirit twice. The big net disappeared, leaving only a small black bottle in her hand.

She handed the bottle to Qian Guan and said: "You put this elixir on your legs. Although you now have the first ray of divine consciousness, you are not officially a god yet. I'm afraid you still have wounds caused by those magic weapons."

It will take dozens of days to digest. I made this elixir when I had nothing to do. If you apply it to the wound, it will heal faster."

Qianguan lowered his head deeply, and he didn't know if he heard what she said. He remained silent as if he had lost his soul. It took him a long time before he moved his legs and took a long breath.

It had been half an hour, and Qianguan had been sitting on the bed in silence. He didn't know what was going on in his mind. Zi Mo put the medicine bottle in his face, but he didn't take it seriously.

"No need to worry, Lord Ming. In fact, Lord Black is right. I'm too weak now. I can't even protect myself and I want to protect others."

Qianguan lowered his head, took the medicine bottle and put it aside, "I'm ashamed of my believers. I don't know why it was me. I was the one who created the consciousness, and I was the one who could ascend to godhood."

Chances are, no matter what, my believers must hope that their god is powerful, not weak."

He picked up the medicine bottle and threw it to the ground angrily, "If I can't bear this little injury and pain, how can I talk about ascending to godhood?" He kicked his legs hard, and the wound began to ooze blood again, "It's lifeless.

Sir, I want to be as powerful as you, I will become a real god, and I will protect my believers."

I want to protect my followers.

She once said exactly the same thing.

I can't remember how many thousands of years ago that was.

When she first became a human god, she was held high by believers as soon as she transformed. Looking at the excitement and joy on everyone's faces, it was clear that she didn't understand anything when she first entered the world, but she already had the idea of ​​"great righteousness and blessing" in her heart.

Ze's thoughts, she said at that time: "Zi Qi is coming from the east to Qing Yi."


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