Li Xiang didn't know that because he used the luck of the netherworld to pour into the list of gods, it would cause huge waves in the long river of time.
However, he has no control over the life and death of the gods in heaven.
All he can control are the hundreds of millions of compatriots in Kyushu.
Netherworld luck is continuously injected into the list of gods through the right hand.
The names of the gods emerged one by one.
The name of the god flew out and turned into a number of godheads.
With the luck of the netherworld, it continued to pass through Li Xiang's right hand and poured into the list of gods.
The powerful auras of the Ghost Emperors of the Five Directions and the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace are also slowly fading.
As Yin gods, they and Netherworld are one and the same. They both prosper and suffer.
But neither the Ghost Emperor of the Five Directions nor the King of Hell of the Ten Palaces raised any doubts.
Grandpa looked at this scene and opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say another word.
He understood that Yin Tianzi was right.
Once Jiuzhou Lu sinks, not only the human world of Jiuzhou will be implicated, but also the newly revived Netherworld and the Heavenly Realm that have not yet been rebuilt.
Whether it is for Kyushu, the people, gods and ghosts of the three realms, and the billions of living beings, conferring gods is the most important thing today.
As for the influx of Netherworld luck into the list of gods, Li Xiang’s actions of desecrating the holy relics...
The grandfather closed his eyes in pain.
The aura on his body weakened, and his figure became erratic.
In fact, he doesn’t know these truths about right and wrong, what is light and what is serious?
I just don't want to and don't want to admit it.
When he returned to Kunlun alone without seeing his master, he actually realized at that time that the chains of fate that bound him had disappeared.
However, since then, he has become a rootless duckweed floating in time and space.
Or maybe it is a tombstone from the ancient times of Kyushu.
Let the blade of time carve on your body.
The old man with white hair and white beard has a painful expression on his face.
He raised his head, looked into the deep sky, and stared for a long time.
Indistinct words came out of his mouth.
"Master, my disciple is incompetent."
"If I had not been so pedantic and stubborn when I became a god..."
"...Actually, my disciple already knows that I am just a chess piece in your hands...but so what..."
"Hehehe... I am to you, to Kunlun... I am just a lonely ghost..."
The old man's voice was intermittent and weeping, like a tragic song that no one could understand.
At this moment, the Taigong completely lost the majesty of the God of Gods.
It feels like a waning old man, standing alone in the bleak autumn wind after being weathered and tempered by years.
I am alone, no one understands me.
The old man's shadow slowly faded away.
"Confused!"
But at this time.
Li Xiang's loud shout suddenly sounded in his mind.
The Grand Duke was slightly startled, looking at Li Xiang in surprise and anger.
Li Xiang had a thought in his mind.
Picture after picture appeared in front of the Grand Duke.
The huge capital city was all decorated with plain materials. From the princes to the common people, they all knelt down to worship and mourn, and respectfully presented the Grand Duke's coffin.
"This... is Hao Jing!" Grandpa exclaimed.
Amidst the melodious and sad music.
The huge funeral procession drove slowly through the long street. Along the way, hundreds of thousands of Zhou people knelt and worshiped on both sides.
Dozens of Zhou generals carried the heavy coffin.
Dozens of officials of the Great Zhou Dynasty held up spiritual flags and threw paper money.
Emperor Zhou held the spiritual tablet and walked at the front.
Military generals carried the coffin, civil servants held flags, and the emperor held the spirit. Such honor was unprecedented and unprecedented.
The Grandfather stared at this scene blankly, distant memories flooding into his mind. He couldn't help but feel sad, but at the same time he felt a little satisfied.
He was granted the title of God but did not become a god, but he enjoyed great respect in the world.
The screen changes.
One after another "Tai Gong's Six Tao" was printed into volumes and sent to the bookstore and into the hands of each scholar.
The screen changes again.
On the land of Kyushu.
Ancestral halls were built one after another to enshrine the Taigong's tomb.
Temples with Taigong statues were built one after another.
The crowds are buzzing and the incense is booming.
As time goes by, the crowds continue to flow.
These ancestral halls and temples have witnessed the dynasty changes and vicissitudes of China in Kyushu. Even if they are destroyed by war, they will be built and rebuilt in peaceful times.
From generation to generation, people in Kyushu have never forgotten this old man.
The scenes flashed by like a revolving lantern.
Grandpa's eyes gradually became hazy.
He never thought that he would have such influence in the human world.
I never knew that there are thousands of people in Jiuzhou worshiping and remembering him.
The old man's heart suddenly became heavy.
The duckweed drifting in time seems to have taken root, deeply penetrating into the hearts of thousands of people and taking root in the vast land of Kyushu.
The lonely soul that had been wandering for thousands of years finally found its destination.
Li Xiang's voice sounded in his mind again.
"To your master, you are just a chess piece that can be used and thrown away."
"But you are not dispensable to the Zhou Dynasty, to our nation, to the generations of people living on this land."
"You are important."
"You are their ancestor."
"He is their guide."
"It is a light in the darkness."
"It is God who protects them."
The last word is exported.
It was as if the Grand Duke had been struck by lightning, and his body trembled violently!
The old man's eyes flickered, as if countless stars were burning and extinguished.
Time goes by, the sea changes, the sun and the moon fly by.
The old man's eyes gradually brightened, and then bloomed with brilliance.
"God? God? God!"
"What about gods?! What about mortals?!"
"All things exist in heaven and earth, all things have spirits, and all things can become gods!"
The frustrations of hundreds of thousands of years are finally resolved at this moment.
The darkness and depression in my heart disappeared.
The grandfather's beard and hair flew out, and he looked like a madman.
And at this time.
A huge godhead slowly condensed on his chest.
This godhead is larger than all the godheads summoned by Li Xiang combined!
The terrifying energy caused the space to vibrate and distort.
Countless clouds gathered together, and among the clouds, countless electric lights roamed and roared, stirring the heaven and earth.
The entire sky, centered on Taigong, is concave downward, like a huge funnel.
Rumble.
The ground also began to rise, the earth cracked, and dozens or hundreds of square kilometers of land rose into the sky.
In the distant East China Sea, sea levels are also rising rapidly.
The energy shock stirred up the wind and clouds, and rumbled across the entire Kyushu world.
Today, Taigong canonizes the gods.
The sky falls and the earth collapses.
All around Kyushu, the secret and powerful wills from various divine realms retracted in horror.
The land of the far west.
Sakyamuni suddenly turned around and looked toward the east, the dazzling light rising above the horizon, and the Buddha's heart trembled.
After a long time, Sakyamuni clasped his hands together and said, "I didn't expect that in today's world, new gods would be born, and Kyushu will be the most popular."
After saying this, Sakyamuni turned around and limped forward.
Under his feet was a stone mountain made of countless rocks, and the outline of a huge human figure could be vaguely seen.
Shakyamuni walked forward and passed by the feet of the blond giant.
Ymir clenched his hands into fists. Due to the exertion, dozens of wounds on his body burst open, his skin rolled, golden blood flowed out, and smelly water vapor evaporated.
Facing this monk from the East, Ymir no longer stopped him.
Because the price paid by the giants is enough.
Ymir ignored the broken leg of Sakyamuni, but turned around and walked towards the nearest injured mountain giant.
"Ogelmir, my ancestor, I'm sorry, we couldn't..."
Ymir squatted down and sighed, "I don't have enough strength."
The mountain giant was stunned for a moment, with a flash of struggle in his eyes, but the next moment, he said decisively: "The mountain giant is willing to dedicate everything to you."
Ymir snorted, then punched its chest to pieces, tearing out a heart the size of a truck.
Plop, plop, plop...
The surface of the heart is covered with fish scale-like stone flakes and is beating continuously.
Ymir raised his head and crushed his huge heart.
There was a crash.
Tons of blood were spilled.
A bloody man slipped out.
The bloody man's body is covered with countless blood vessels and nerve bundles, one end is connected to him, and the other end is connected to the inner wall of the huge heart.
The bloody man was suspended in the air by these blood vessels and nerve bundles, and slowly opened his eyes.
He looked at the huge face of Ymir who was close at hand, showing a fervent expression, "My power comes from you and belongs to you!"
Ymir opened his mouth wide and threw the bloody man and the heart into his mouth.
Click, click, click...
Ymir chewed it a few times, swallowed it, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked towards another injured mountain giant.
Gautama Buddha listened to the terrifying sounds of chewing and swallowing behind him, with a look of compassion on his face, clasped his hands together, and recited the Purana Sutra.
Behind him were the ancestor giants who devoured giants, dozens of mountain giants who were injured or dead, and millions of monsters who died tragically.
Blood dyed the earth red, and the smell of blood filled the sky.
The land connecting the west and the east has become a purgatory of black blood and corpses.
