Chapter 107 Protoss
What are these lights?
Wang Fang stood under the glittering osmanthus tree, not knowing what these lights were. However, he felt that it should be related to the gods. After all, it only changed after he used a magic pen to paint the osmanthus tree.
Moreover, the lights give Wang Fang the feeling that they are very similar to the mysterious scorpions in the heroic state. However, they have no shape and their brightness is dimmer than the mysterious scorpions at that time.
I don’t know if the mysterious scorpions of the same origin can see what they are.
After seeing the glowing osmanthus tree, the Xuanscorpion kept watching the lights and felt the intimacy they brought to him.
"These... seem to be heroic spirits." Xuan Scorpion said his judgment: "It's just that they died for too long and lost their body and memory, becoming wandering spirits.
After this osmanthus tree was given divinity by its master, it began to collect these spirits for its master."
As if he recognized what Xuan Scorpion said, the osmanthus tree rustled and responded.
Wang Fang also felt that Xuan Scorpion was right, but...
"How should I use the osmanthus tree brings so many spirits? It should be more than just the purpose of luminescence."
In the secret room under Luanfeng Mountain, there is a heroic spirit of the mysterious scorpion. Wang Fang can use the gourd to give her body, strength, and personality to create the mysterious scorpion of the gods. However, the osmanthus trees in front of her are full of light, and Wang Fang doesn’t know how to use it if he has a magical artifact?
As the first god clan, Xuan Scorpion didn’t know what these spirits could do, so he couldn’t make good suggestions.
Wukong, who had been staring at Guishu, laughed and said, "What kind of heroic spirits, spiritual bodies, are all souls in my eyes. When the mysterious scorpion first died, his soul was complete and he could still have memories of his previous life.
These souls who have been dead for countless years have forgotten their previous lives. How could they have a physical body without even knowing what they are?"
Wukong said it bluntly, something that Wang Fang could understand, and he instantly understood the essence of these spirits. Moreover, Wukong had made a big fuss in the underworld and must have a deeper understanding of these souls.
Wang Fang asked Wukong: "Can these souls without memory be resurrected or transformed into gods?"
"Of course, you just need to revive the soul with a corpse." Wukong said: "But you also need a suitable body. Just use a magic pen to draw a body, and they may not be able to enter. For example, the demon soul cannot enter the human body, the male soul cannot enter the female body... It is necessary to have a yin and yang combination to be reincarnated and reborn."
Wang Fangben also wanted to use magic pens to paint and transform these spirit bodies into gods, but he did not expect that there were so many restrictions on resurrecting the soul with a corpse.
He couldn't help but ask, "What should I do?"
Wukong replied: "Don't worry, the king's master, my painting scroll is also a magical tool of the gods. There are so many people in the painting scroll scroll, but there are tens of thousands of demon soldiers in my flower and fruit mountain.
In addition, there are devils and monsters on the ground, and there are heavenly soldiers and generals and gods and immortals in the sky.
With so many bodies, these spirits can always be found in what they are in line with.
The king quickly collects these spirits. If two monkeys and grandsons can be transformed into, my grandson is not a monkey king with bare feet.”
Wukong urged, and Wang Fang summoned the painting scroll Qiankun and unfolded it in front of the osmanthus tree.
After feeling the spirits on the osmanthus tree, the painting Qiankun made a golden light, rolled up a whirlwind, swallowing all the glowing spirits on the osmanthus tree into the painting scroll like a whale sucking.
Then, the light emitted from the painting scroll is even stronger. After a dazzling and powerful light flashes, all the light disappears invisible in an instant.
The painting scroll was rolled up and the universe was rolled up and turned around Wang Fang and disappeared.
There are all kinds of figures standing under the osmanthus tree. There are monsters, some people, and there are two heavenly soldiers standing in golden armor and guns.
These newborn gods bowed to Wang Fang together: "I have seen the king's army..."
Wang Fang ordered a number of people, and there were 14 people in these gods.
Among them, there are four demonic figures, ten human figures. There are two monkey figures among the demons, and the other two cannot tell what kind of demons they are at the moment. Among the human-shaped god clan, the two heavenly soldiers are extremely powerful, and the remaining eight seem to be practitioners with some Taoism.
Judging from the appearance alone, this group of gods is not too strong, and it is not as strong as the Xuan Scorpion. But it is not weak either, at least it is stronger than ordinary little demons and low-level painters.
This shows that the starting force of the gods is quite high, much higher than that of the human race and the demon race. As for the real level of these gods, some tests are still needed in the later stage.
Before Wang Fang could speak, Wukong dragged the two monkeys away and said, "Master Wang, these two monkeys from my Huaguo Mountain are my control. From now on, as long as they are monkeys, they will be controlled by me."
The two monkeys met Wukong, knelt down together, and shouted, "Grandpa Great Sage!"
Wang Fang knew that Wukong was a monkey ancestor who was extremely protective. In the underworld, he not only erased his name from the book of life and death, but also wiped out all of them as long as he was a monkey.
Wukong wanted to take the monkey-shaped gods, and Wang Fang had to do it.
However, Wang Fang also realized that the future gods will definitely be like them, with all their appearance and origin. Without a unified identification reference, it will not only be troublesome to understand, but also more troublesome to command.
So Wang Fang summoned the magic pen and called the mysterious scorpion in front of him.
Xuan Si didn't know what Wang Fang meant, but she obediently walked forward obediently.
Wang Fang held a pen and drew a vertical golden thread on the middle of Xuan Scorpion's eyebrows, and then said: "In the future, all the gods will be born, and I will grant the magic pen golden pattern. In the future, the gods will rely on the magic pen golden pattern regardless of their origin or origin.
Only those with golden patterns are gods.”
After Wang Fang announced the symbol of the future unification of the gods, he asked the new gods to step forward one by one and painted the golden patterns of the gods for them.
This will also become the ritual of the birth of the gods and will be preserved forever.
14 new gods joined Wang Fang's command, and then Wang Fang began to worry about the sudden 14 additional people.
Although the demon-shaped god clan can be called demon slaves, so many demon slaves must have a origin, right? Jiang Kingdom has very strict control over demon slaves. A small number of demon slaves may be able to make a few contracts based on his identity, but in the future, there will definitely be more and more god clans who look like monsters.
Even the human-shaped gods are not easy to get confused. The population of Jiang Country is a carrot and a pit, and everyone has a household registration record. Although there are also illegal households, once they are found out, they will definitely be troubled by all kinds of troubles.
Wang Fang is only a fifth-rank Sima of another department now. He has no right to register them and does not want to expose the gods too early.
Moreover, the gods are not painting spirits. They just used the figures in the painting, and the characters in the painting are still in the painting. Therefore, the gods cannot enter the painting scroll. They are part of this world and a new race.
Chapter completed!