Chapter 210 : Not afraid of death, why be afraid of becoming a god?
When he said this, there was no emotion on Qingqiu's face.
He just stood in the courtyard, standing among the many war gods who ruled the country, as if he were a statue without emotion.
And in this indifference, there is a kind of superior majesty.
Even though the few people opposite him represent the highest combat power in Kyushu.
A complex emotion flashed in Emperor Shitian's eyes.
Qingqiu was his general. His personality, hobbies, strengths and weaknesses were all known to Emperor Shitian.
But such a subordinate who is flesh and blood and has a true temperament.
At this moment, he has become a priest without any emotions.
Emperor Shitian was a little sad, a little regretful, and a little lonely.
But these negative emotions only existed for a moment.
As the commander-in-chief of the Zhenbei Army and the frontline core of the Northern Expedition, Emperor Shitian knew very well that this change in Qingqiu was not a bad thing.
After all, in the face of the overall situation, personal gains and losses are nothing at all.
Many generals in the Zhenbei Army had long been prepared to die.
If you are not afraid of death, why should you be afraid of becoming a god?
What's more, obtaining godhood and becoming a priest is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for many fourth-level returnees.
In these turbulent times, Kyushu needs strong men to withstand the wind and rain for hundreds of millions of people.
And Li Xiang, who started the Conferring God Conference, wanted to lead many immortals and palace masters to hold up the sky for Jiuzhou.
Several of the war gods of Zhenguo looked at Qingqiu with complicated emotions.
But compared to Emperor Shitian's sadness, they were more surprised and excited.
An ordinary fourth-level atavist can actually master a power that threatens fifth-level people.
In the past, I wouldn't have dared to think about it.
After all, a hundred years after Kyushu entered the ancestral era, a monster-like Wang Po appeared.
But at this moment, Qingqiu showed them a possibility: the fourth level would kill the fifth level.
Wei Longwu's eyes changed from confusion to shock, and he stared at Qingqiu, "Zhongtian Arctic Ziwei Emperor? That is the Heavenly Court Priest, have you returned to your ancestors again?"
"Old Wei, you..." Wei Mingguang was speechless. He didn't know if Wei Longwu was influenced by the ancestral spirit Kuafu and had some trouble with his head.
He shed streaks of sword light and transformed into mirages.
Wei Longwu looked in surprise and saw Li Xiang, wearing a white robe, holding a roll of articles on a high platform with flags fluttering and reading aloud.
Among the articles on the list, golden words flew out one by one, attracting and gathering the spiritual energy covering hundreds of thousands of square kilometers. From the sky, wisps of the power of luck descended.
The majestic spiritual energy and the power of luck gathered together, condensed into a crystal, and sank into the center of Qingqiu's eyebrows.
The next moment, Qingqiu's body shape changed and his aura surged, like a god descending into the world, causing the heaven and earth to change color.
Even just looking at the mirage, Wei Longwu could feel Qingqiu's strength.
That was a terrifying power comparable to the fifth level.
Wei Longwu was extremely shocked.
The third god of war, Cang Linyuan, moved his fingers as if he were writing, but he couldn't see clearly what was written.
Zhu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and fire appeared in his eyes, like two burning suns.
The two of them learned about Li Xiang's conferment as a god from Emperor Shitian.
At the beginning, I was just surprised by Li Xiang's ability.
Now that I saw Mirage, I realized that I had underestimated him.
Even fifth-level war gods like them dare not underestimate the terrifying power displayed in the godhead.
It is completely unimaginable how much power Li Xiang, who has the ability to become a god, can control.
Wei Longwu was extremely shocked, and his voice was trembling, "That boy Li Xiang, is it Jiang Taigong who returned to his ancestors?"
Without waiting for Emperor Shitian to answer, he said to himself, "That's right, only Jiang Taigong has the ability to confer gods."
"No wonder you want to recall those immortals, Palace Master. If each of them is conferred as a god by Li Xiang, then we won't need to take action in this battle!"
"The first-level atavist Zhang Zhenren, the second-level Fudo Ming King, the third-level Yin Tianzi, the fourth-level Jiang Taigong, this boy...every time he returns to his ancestors, he is amazing."
Wei Longwu murmured in his mouth and suddenly looked stern, "No, the Demon Alliance will not let this God Conferring Conference go smoothly. You guys, I'm afraid you won't be able to resist. I'm going to call Wang Po back!"
Emperor Shitian opened his mouth slightly, but said nothing.
The eight war gods of the God of War, Wei Mingguang, Di Shitian, Cang Linyuan, Zhu Yan, and Guo Shouyi are all here. When the Conferring God Conference officially starts, Wei Longwu will probably come back.
In addition, Zhou Yan, who is based in Kyoto City and controls the divine bow, provides long-range support.
It can be said that Shanhaiguan at this time is indestructible.
Emperor Shitian was silent for a moment, looked at Cang Linyuan, and said: "Over there at the Conferring God Platform, I'd like to thank you for your trouble."
Cang Linyuan nodded slightly, turned around and walked out of the small courtyard.
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On the former site of Shanhaiguan, the huge Conferred God Platform rises from the ground, like a huge mountain.
Countless engineering vehicles and transport vehicles shuttled around, and countless raw materials were transported to build high platforms.
Zhang Jianguo filled up his truck with gas, squatted on the side of the road with instant noodles and ate them.
"Uncle Zhang, why are you eating instant noodles again? They are nutritious."
In the temporary gas station, a young man in military uniform ran over and put the lunch box on Zhang Jianguo's lap, while he picked up another lunch box and ate it.
"I took a nap and missed lunch time."
Zhang Jianguo was an honest man and didn't want to cause trouble to others, so he took instant noodles and drank some boiling water at a temporary gas station.
But he was seen by Liu Shuliang, who was in charge of the gas station.
"Thank you. It's just that I don't have any money with me. I'll give it to you next time I come to refuel." Zhang Jianguo was very hungry after two days of long-distance running. He ate instant noodles and picked up a box lunch to eat.
Liu Shuliang smiled heartily, "You help the Zhenbei Army with work, and if you pay for lunch, then the Zhenbei Army will have no place to show its face."
He is from the Zhenbei Army Logistics Department and is very grateful to the people who came to help.
Zhang Jianguo, who was not good at words, just said, "It should be, it should be."
The day before yesterday, Zhang Jianguo saw a notice from the city government saying that transportation vehicles and personnel would be recruited.
He signed up with several long-distance freight drivers and came to the former site of Shanhaiguan to be responsible for transporting construction materials to the construction site.
Liu Shuliang took a bite of rice and said, "To build this God's Platform, the time is tight and the task is heavy. Dozens of engineering corps are not enough, so I asked you to help."
"Actually, I didn't do anything." Zhang Jianguo scratched his head and looked at the busy construction site, "Xiao Liu, what do you want to do to build such a big God-conferring Platform?"
Liu Shuliang said with some uncertainty: "Become a god?"
Zhang Jianguo still didn't understand, "What do you mean?"
"That's the literal meaning." Liu Shuliang thought for a while, "otherwise, why is it called the Conferred God Platform?"
The two of them were sitting on the roadside. In front of them was an endless construction site, and not far behind was a wall thousands of meters high.
"It is indeed a conferred god."
Just when the two of them were confused.
A middle-aged man came over, and with him was a little boy.
Cang Linyuan sat down next to the truck driver and asked, "Do you know the priest?"
Zhang Jianguo subconsciously turned his head to look.
Only then did he realize that the other party was wearing an ancient robe and was actually a returnee.
He subconsciously wanted to get up and salute.
Cang Linyuan stretched out his hand and gently pressed his shoulder, "No need to be polite."
Zhang Jianguo was sitting on pins and needles.
Cang Linyuan pointed to the sky above his head and asked and answered himself: "It is said that in ancient times there were three realms, the heaven above, the underworld below, and the human world in the middle."
"Mortals are in the human world, their souls return to the underworld, and gods live in heaven."
"The gods and immortals in that palace are as numerous as the stars in the sky."
"However, if there is too much, there will be change, and if there is change, there will be chaos. So the Lord of Heaven selects those who are capable, appoints them as officials, forms the Heavenly Court, and takes charge of the Heavenly Realm."
"The so-called priests are the officials in charge of many gods and immortals in the heaven."
"The Temple of War built this conferring platform to consecrate priests here."
