Pan Feiyi protects the local gods of this world, not because she has any affection for these earthly "gods" who have not yet become gods, but to curb those gods and immortal officials who have entered the land of no return.

They have caused great chaos in this world, and they are all potential enemies of Pan Feiyi and her companions.

The local gods are still in the stage of transforming "fear" into "awe", gathering believers, and condensing faith; there are even many who have just reached the "spirit" level, similar to the natural subconscious of heaven and earth, and have not yet truly awakened.

If there had not been interference from numerous foreign gods and immortal officials, many of them might have completed the final steps of becoming gods and become the first gods of this world.

But now, with Pan Feiyi's continuous secret help for tens of thousands of years, they can only linger and have not been completely eliminated. None of them can truly become a god.

Wang Jiu calmly went to tell Pan Feiyi about this matter. He believed that Pan Feiyi would definitely choose him between himself and the local gods.

Pan Feiyi was a little hesitant. She had protected these existences for tens of thousands of years, just like raising pets, and she always had some feelings.

But just as Wang Jiu expected, she would choose a companion after all. Pan Feiyi quickly found a solution: "Some local gods tend to be evil after they are born, and they always want to lure believers into blood sacrifices or start wars.

, this type of guy is just used to enhance your strength."

In fact, among the first gods of any world, this category accounts for a huge proportion, because the beginning often means ignorance and barbarism. Blood sacrifice is the fastest way to gain power.

Wang Jiu has never been polite to his friends, and started to pick and choose: "Will this affect my temperament, Brother Fat? I won't become bloodthirsty, murderous, irritable and angry, right?"

Pan Feiyi was helpless: "Probably not. All we have left is spiritual energy, and the consciousness of the gods has been completely annihilated. And with your lazy temper now, it would be a good thing to add some iron-blooded parts."

Wang Jiu waved his hand nonchalantly: "No, Fat Brother, I think it's good now. As for being determined and brave, the bandits and Chief Shi will do it..." He suddenly grabbed Song Zheng and asked casually: "What will you do?

Resurrection of those two idiots, right?"

Song Zheng smiled and said: "You have endured it for so long and finally found out and asked. Fatty, it's really not suitable for you to beat around the bush. Do you think there will be no trace of asking at this time?"

Both Song Zheng and Pan Feiyi understood what Wang Jiu meant. He was worried that this issue would put pressure on Song Zheng. After all, it was not a simple matter, so he wanted to pretend "I was just asking casually". Don't put any burden or pressure on him.

, in Fatty’s view, the scholar has done enough for everyone.

Wang Jiu was embarrassed for a while: "Is it really so obvious?"

Pan Feiyi shook her head: "It's as obvious as the lice on a bald man's head."

"Quack." Wang Jiuqian laughed a few times. Miao Yun'er was holding an earthen jar on the side, which contained sweet milk wine, and she drank it happily.

Song Zheng said: "Whether it's them or Sister Zhao, I will resurrect them - no one in our team can be missing!"

Since Tianhuo no longer has magical powers in this world, Song Zheng dared to talk about these things without any scruples.

Wang Jiu was obviously relieved, but Song Zheng said seriously: "After resurrecting them, I will tell Shi Tou'er and the bandits that you said they are fools."

Wang Jiu is not afraid of bandits, but when he thinks of Touer Shi, he shrinks his head: "Scholar, you can't be so unkind..."

Pan Feiyi waved her hand and said: "Okay, stop making trouble, let's set off right away. I always feel that the sky fire has already reached the Nine Abyss, we have to hurry up."

"good!"

…

Several Sky Cloud Phoenixes took off from the misty city and flew in a certain direction.

In the city, Qiu Changtian and others watched the master leave, puzzled: "Why did Yun Qianqian change her appearance? Why did she suddenly become so close to the master? Isn't Wang Jiu the master's grandson? How did he become a brother?

Already?"

There have been a series of difficult problems in the past few days, which made Mr. Qiu dizzy.

Zhi Lian secretly admired and admired: Now the maid is in charge? This is amazing!

Tianyunhuang was extremely fast, carrying them all the way to the northwest, crossing tens of thousands of miles in a few hours and entering a grassland area.

There are more than a dozen large and small tribes here, the largest tribe has thousands of people, and the smallest tribe has only a few hundred people. The nomadic tribes live in pursuit of water and grass, but regardless of the size of the tribe, they carry a shrine with them every time they migrate.

The largest tribe's shrine is two feet high, while the smaller tribe's shrine is only one person tall.

Thick red cloth is wrapped around the shrine, and in it is enshrined a god with bloody fangs and a bloody three-pointed knife. The whole statue exudes an aura of violence.

This is the only god on the grassland, the "Father of Evil Karma". Three thousand years ago, he gradually took control of this barren grassland. The location here is remote and there are few resources, so there are no other gods competing with him.

But nine hundred years ago, the spirit of a river on the grassland awakened, but he took advantage of his weakness to kill and devour him.

From then on, the herdsmen on the grassland were more afraid of him. Every tribe must worship him and sacrifice to him, otherwise disaster will befall him.

Every time the tribe migrates, its shrine needs to be "disturbed", and a blood meal needs to be offered in order to atone for its sins.

These blood foods can be ordinary livestock - the livestock grazing on the grassland are spiritual beasts similar to elephants. They are gentle in nature and have a huge appetite. Even the largest tribe only has more than two handfuls. Every migration

One of these "grass elephants" needs to be killed, so these tribes on the grassland are very poor.

If you don't want to sacrifice a wild elephant, then use human life instead. In fact, the father of evil karma prefers human blood.

Whenever the tribe encounters a problem that is difficult to solve, such as drought, plague, cold slaughter... when they are unable to survive, the father of evil karma can help them, but they must kill a large number of tribesmen for sacrifice.

When Song Zheng and others arrived, they happened to encounter a tribe of about 800 people. Because of an inexplicable fire, they thought they had offended the gods and were preparing to perform sacrifices.

The whole clan knelt in a circle, and the shaman held a mysterious ceremony seriously and devoutly in the central open space. He soon received a response from the "Father of Evil Karma".

In response, the father of evil karma looked angry and accused their tribe of hunting a one-horned goat on the grassland three days ago. It was his divine pet, so the gods were angry and punished him.

The method of atonement is to kill all the nineteen people who participated in that event and sacrifice their lives to pay for God's favor.

There was a scream in the tribe, but Song Zheng and the others clearly saw the father of evil karma hiding in the dark, showing a cruel but proud smile.

Song Zheng couldn't help but shook his head and glanced at Pan Feiyi. What's the point of protecting such a local god? He could already tell from the look on the face of the father of evil karma that this was not the first time he had done such a thing. He just found an excuse to descend.

disaster, and then blackmail the believers.

The gods of this world are really in a barbaric and selfish state.

Although Pan Feiyi protected the local gods, she did not have the energy to monitor every god. She knew that some of the newly born gods were ignorant and barbaric, but she did not expect that they would go so far.

Wang Jiu couldn't help but want to curse. There were some complaints in his heart that he didn't say out loud: What's the difference between the behavior of this father of evil karma and the way Tianhuo directly controlled their life and death?

Even more cruel, they asked their relatives to kill nineteen people with their own hands and sacrifice them to the gods!

Song Xiaosheng's eyes flashed with cruel light, and he shook his head repeatedly: "Trash! How can there be such a monster? You don't dare to kill people openly to obtain blood food, but you have to pretend to be a ghost like this."

He strode towards the hiding place of the Father of Evil Karma. About a hundred miles north of the tribe, there was a rotting quagmire. Song Xiaosheng suddenly appeared, and the Father of Evil Karma was alarmed, and he rushed out of the quagmire.

When he came out, carrying a piece of turbid muddy water and a foul smell, he whipped up a strong wind and spread the poisonous mud towards Song Xiaosheng.

"Trash!" Song Xiaosheng cursed and stepped over without any hesitation.

boom--

The father of evil karma suddenly found that above his head, as if at an infinite height, a huge foot suddenly appeared. Mount Tai descended from the top. He was so frightened that he was just a native god who was still on the ground, relying on deception and deception.

How have you ever seen such power if you are still alive?

With a strange cry, he rolled up a ball of dirty sand and tried to escape, but no matter how far he flew, he always saw the foot above his head, and then slowly fell down, stepping heavily into the ground.

Down.

Wang Jiu stepped forward and grabbed his hand. The huge spiritual energy had trapped the spiritual consciousness of the father of evil karma.

Song Zheng took action from the side, and his spiritual energy slowly wore away the will of the father of evil karma like a giant millstone, leaving only a pure native spirit.

The fat man balled up his hands, and the huge spiritual energy merged into himself, but he could still clearly feel the independence of this power. He nodded to Song Zheng and the others, then sat cross-legged and began to practice.

Among the tribe, the devout shaman suddenly found that the gods had no longer responded. He was a little confused, but he also had a feeling: the dark cloud hanging over the head of the entire tribe seemed to have dissipated.

It took Wang Jiu a whole day to refine this mass of original spirit into a clone of himself, and hid the clone in the void interlayer, with a mysterious connection with the main body.

He stood up and prepared to look for the next local god. Song Xiaosheng pouted at the side: "The qualifications are so poor that it took so long."

Wang Jiu felt that he needed to talk to the scholar about his children's education.

Song Zheng waited for his son and looked at him. Song Xiaosheng curled his lips and stopped talking. Wang Jiu smiled happily, but he didn't expect the scholar to say to his son: "There are some things that are difficult to say. You have to take care of Uncle Wang's self-esteem."
Chapter completed!