The faint smoke overflowed from the land, faded away the gray-black color, became clear and pure, and then penetrated back into the ground.

This scene is rapidly expanding from the back mountain of Zhongjiabao, but it is not something that the mortal eye can see.

They had no time to take care of it, and they all looked up at the sky in a daze.

The dark clouds fade away, the sun is bright, and the air becomes fresh, as if it has been washed by some force.

The little girl with purple hair and red eyes sat on the edge of the top floor of the stone castle. The fishing net was inlaid with green or red leaves, forming a clothes that were intertwined with red and green. It was an extremely tacky combination, but she dressed it lively and pretty.

She was looking at the dusty earth, and she was breathing greedily.

"This guy really did it, and it really made God re-enclosed the land."

Zi Luo murmured, "I was wrong again. Besides him, how could anyone else be able to do this?"

"But this guy is really not him. What's going on?"

She raised her arms, her fleshy hands shining with crystal luster in the sun, and pink with vitality.

"It's great, the demon student who started over again is really great."

The blurred light gradually condensed in the red pupils, and she gradually showed a bright smile.

"I see……"

She looked up at the back mountain. Before the crowd, Zhongyao and the statue were covered by cloud-like smoke.

Zi Luo smiled even happier: "I'm such a fool..."

"Just like I obtained the vine spirit seed and became a new purple roe. He is also his new life, both him and not him."

"I thought about it all over the place before, but I thought so much, but I couldn't even figure out such a simple thing. I'm really stupid."

Zi Luo shook her calves and giggled.

"I've finally waited for you, bastard!"

"But it's already started over again. Those things in the past will disappear, let's start over."

"Although you become Zhongyao, I am still Ziluo. It is the little fungus demon you gave the name."

In the sun, the little girl stroked the knots of her chest with her twin hearts and her smile was extremely bright.

"This time I have to wrap you tightly, and I will never sluggishly and wait like I did in my previous life."

There were two more people looking at Zhong Yao from afar. The farthest one was naturally Birmingham, the young owner of Bojiazhuang with a tuft of red hair on his head.

He opened his mouth and screamed lowly, but his companion was always stupid.

Until Birmingham said, "When I go back, I will ask my father to do this! Our mountain gods originally had mountain gods, and according to Xiaoyao's method, we will definitely be able to invite the mountain gods back!"

When the companion suddenly woke up, he kept persuading: "Young owner of the manor, don't talk nonsense, you will be beaten by the manor!

"This Zhongbao Lord destroyed the clan tomb and clan temple and mingled with the farmer's ancestor spirit, and invited the mountain god. We can't learn it!"

"Young master, don't forget, our Bo family still has a god!"

Birmingham said: "Seven years ago, when something happened to Xiaozhu's family, the ancestor spirit of the family god came out to warn him, "Is it possible to hold a dream at night? What can I do?"

The companion was so anxious that he jumped: "This, this is a destruction of the clan and the family. It's a traitor. The young owner of the manor must not take the position in front of the manor!"

The enthusiasm on Birmingham's face dissipated, and he shrugged and said, "Okay, I understand your intention. I am not my father, and the fate of Bojiazhuang has nothing to do with me. But what a big rebellion is, look at Xiaozhu's situation where the Zhong family is gone. What a family is gone, so what's wrong or not. It's really ridiculous."

On the other side, the beautiful girl in silver-patterned white clothes rippled in her eyes: "It's incredible that he really did it!"

The maid said uneasyly: "This is just a manifestation of heaven and earth. He just happened to be the best. At most, he was a person who was threading needles and threads, so it was not worthy of the lady's attention."

Shu Benhua shook his head and said, "How can you understand? My master said that monks communicate with gods, and there are people with divine ways in addition to talisman cultivation. They serve as gods as mortals, and they are living people. Can you imagine how strange it is?"

"You should know Yuanling Sect, but you don't know about Daishan Divine Mansion. Yuanling Sect has a mysterious cultivator who works in Daishan Divine Mansion. Even if the rank is low, even the Jindan Zhenren can treat him with courtesy and dare not neglect him."

Her eyes were again on Zhongyao's back, and in the fireworks, the thin back, which seemed as ethereal as a statue of gods.

"Of course Zhongyao is not a Shinto monk, but he can communicate with the world and recommend the ancestor spirit to become a god. This is already an opportunity for Shinto, in the future..."

Speaking of this, his eyebrows frowned, and the maid sneered: "Will you still be the lord of Zhongbao in the future?"

Shu Benhua sighed: "Yes, he must stay here. It's such a situation...a pity."

The maid continued to encourage: "Even if he was a god for a mortal, he himself was still a mortal. In order to enfeoff this land, what he did was enough to be the crime of Lingchi in the State of Du. He could only hide here and live with these people who had lost their moral integrity and shame."

Shu Benhua was speechless, waved his hand vainly, indicating that he knew clearly and didn't need to say anything more.

In the crowd ahead, there were some people who were a little awake, but they felt like they were dreaming.

"Does it hurt? Hey hey it's true!"

She, who was wearing a thick bandage on her face, grabbed Zhong Zhiqiang and saw her husband grinning, and said in surprise: "The Lord of Land has really appeared! The ancestor has really become the Lord of Land! Who is the ancestor?"

Zhong Zhiqiang whispered in a cold air: "No matter who he is, at least Zhongjiabao can be saved."

Zhongzhi looked at it again and laughed strangely: "Zhongjia Castle? I'm afraid it's gone now. Look at what is written on the tablet of the Land Lord, Azusa!"

Zhong Zhiqiang squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, his expression changed, and he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid it's an ancient name. What's the name? Why bother to care? It's better if you are at home."

Zhong Zhizhong sighed: "The demon nightmare has not come yet, so it is still a matter of whether the person can be there. I am afraid that the Zhong family will not be there."

Looking at the statue of the land god, then the long altars on both sides. Thinking of the clan tomb behind this long wall, the clan tomb and the peasant cemetery gradually became gloomy.

Since the Land Lord was invited by the incense to commemorate all the ancestors' spirits, this cemetery temple could not be a temporary decoration, but a permanent decoration.

Without the clan tomb and clan temple, the Zhong family, as a clan, no longer exists.

Zhong Zhizhong said in a low voice: "Is this worth it?"

Zhong Zhiqiang also murmured: "Yes, is it worth it?"

Elder Zhong in the front row finally came alive from the sculpture state. He first looked at Zhong Yao who was still coughing, then looked at the extra tablet with the word "Ziyuan". Then he plucked up his courage to look at the statue of the land god with armor and contours.

"This, this is a bit like Zhizheng..."

Elder Zhong muttered, but the statue of the god was too rough and he was not sure.

He looked at the left and right tablets, thought of something, and said tremblingly: "I hope it's all worth it."

He took the incense and lit it, and bowed three times. The old man turned around and shouted: "The Land Lord has appeared. He will protect us. Let's worship again!"

"Good and preserve the order well, and take everyone to worship God in turn!"

With the old man's order, everyone's waist, legs and neck finally had the strength to stand straight and even move with a strong joy.

People lined up in a long line. Under the guidance of Zhong Shancun and his group of friends and clan guards, they came to the statue to burn incense and kneel down.

Zhongyao was still coughing next to the statue of the god. People greeted Zhongyao in fear. Some people even bowed to him with incense, but he waved his hands and drove away.

The rotation of the 9th earthly sea became more and more difficult, and the yellow air in the pottery bowl began to bottom out, while the incense and vows pressed on the air membrane became heavier and heavier as more and more people burned incense and worshiped the gods, and itchy, painful and hot.

He sensed that there was only one wisp of the root soil, and Zhongyao could no longer support it, cutting off the connection with his will.

The jade piece engraved with "Ziyuan" dimmed and turned into a pottery color, blending into a pottery bowl. But Zhongyao could sense that as long as his spiritual thoughts touched, the jade piece would be activated again.

Once the power of wishes was gone, the pressure dissipated, and Zhongyao's body shook and was hugged into his slender and flexible arms.

"You succeeded, A Yao."

Ji Xiaozhu hugged Zhongyao tightly, her voice trembling slightly: "I don't know how you did it, but you succeeded, and there is hope for the people on this land."

Zhongyao knew that she was both happy and sad. If the Ji family had the help of the mountain god or land seven years ago, they would not have ended up being destroyed.

Touching her hand gently, Zhong Yao said, "It's just hope that we have a lot to do to truly preserve this land."

He led Ji Xiaozhu and quietly withdrew from the ancestral hall with the cover of fireworks.

The two of them held hands and looked to the west. The dark clouds had been crushed across the ridge. In a small corner with Zhongjiabao as the center, the sky was clear and crystal clear in the air.

This is the spiritual energy that was evacuating the heaven and earth after the nightmare energy was suppressed. Only Zhong Yao, who was in the human and gods, could see this scene. Ji Xiaozhu couldn't see it, but her cultivation was close to refining energy, and she also had a fresh and refreshing abnormal sensing.

The two were immersed in this fresh and vigorous vitality, and the sky suddenly changed in the distance.

It is not too far. It is probably that after the top of the mountain where the Mountain Temple is located, the dark clouds that were forced to retreat by the new divine power no longer retreated, but turned their heads downwards, rolling like a waterfall.

"The nightmare has moved..."

Zhongyao said with a serious expression: "We have to race against time."

Ji Xiaozhu smiled faintly: "I'm not in a hurry, I've been waiting for seven years."

The girl's revenge has been burning for seven years.

On the east bank of the Gray River, in a forest, a silver-armored god was reporting to the blue-robed god.

"That's how it is. The God of Lower has been waiting for a few days. Before the man took the opportunity, he waited for such a movement. Now there is more land here, and the God of Lowerer is not convenient to cross the river to move. Will you tell me about it when you return home?"

The face of the blue-robed god was hidden in the mist, and only the thin outline was faintly visible.

He looked at the distance of the sky on the other side with his hands behind his back, looked at the terrifying dark clouds and waterfall for a while, and then said, "You just wait here, wait, watch. Do not interfere or disturb."

Seeing the appearance of the God General, he was still a young man, bowed and asked, "Since Zhang Lingguan's instructions, the God of God should obey his orders, but when will he see it?"

The blue-robed god said: "The first thing Gao Zhenren said is to be based on the words of Gao Zhenren."

The God General was stunned and said in frustration: "Yes, God knows."

When the blue robe god turned away, the god general also looked at the inverted dark clouds.

"I really don't know why that kid didn't take the opportunity, but the nightmare is approaching and relying solely on the new land, how can he stop it?"

The god general calculated the time and looked relieved: "When the demon nightmare breaks the realm, he has to take it, it will only take three or five days."
Chapter completed!