Yin Nian took the first stroke and his wrist was slightly sour. It was difficult to write this paper, and it was difficult to write it in one stroke.

"Is this booklet too long?"

Yin Nian shook the ash on the booklet with force, controlled her sore wrist and started trying to write again. This time the ink was not completely gone, but it became intermittent.

Yin Nian said "hey" and wrote with all his strength.

And she didn't know.

At this moment, the fallen god corresponding to the first surname "Sun" she wrote was written. After sucking incense, she finally got a little calming look and was surprised.

Its eyes fell down and saw that there were many thin cracks on its body. The chains of the divine platform below swayed slightly.

She was shocked.

His body was shaking slightly.

There is a story in all four districts. It is difficult to reply to the true god’s request, and no one asks for the fallen god’s request.

The true God is high and superior, and it is like asking God to look back and respond again. Only then can there be the saying that ten thousand people ask but it is difficult to reply to one person.

But the fallen god is different.

The fallen gods were originally serious true gods, and were worshipped by various families. Some true gods were even worshipped by several aristocratic families. But the problem lies in that if there are more people worshipping, the younger generation will have one marrow cleansing.

When petitioning, the laws and regulations of the laws of heaven arise. The greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, evil, evil, and hatred of the petitioners will follow the various petitions, because they intervene and become entangled with the causal relationship among them.

The true God of wishes.

These dirty evil thoughts of cause and effect are like a slow poison. The power of offering and these slow poisons are intertwined. If the power of offering is far more than the resentment, or the two maintain a delicate balance, then the true god will still be a true god

, and it will become stronger as the power of offering grows.

And if the power of hatred exceeds the power of worship, they will lose their minds from time to time and slaughter, which means they will become fallen gods like time bombs.

Please ask God to enter the book. If it is a true God, the person who holds the book will be like finding a powerful guardian.

But if the fallen god enters the book, in addition to being a protector, the most important thing is that their power of hatred will also be transferred to the person who holds the book. Just imagine, who dares to go to the power of hatred that even the true god is afraid of

Hold it on yourself?

Even if he is the one who takes the most decisive approach, he dares not bet on whether he will lose his wisdom in the next moment with the fallen god.

So no one has ever dared to write the name of the fallen God in the booklet.

Isn’t this pure and seeking death?

In the past, there were warriors who were forced to go desperately. They finally lost half of their lives and got a precious book of Gods. They wrote the name of the fallen gods on the booklet with hope, but he had too much desire, and the more he wanted to fallen gods.

The stronger the purpose of protecting him, the stronger the fallen god was written by him, the overwhelming greed, including the stimulating fallen god, and they immediately went crazy and tore people apart.

Therefore, since the "heroic deeds" of that warrior, no one dared to move the fallen god, and later, each family gave up saving the fallen god. Everyone agreed that the fallen god cannot be saved, and once it appears, it will be

Seal immediately so that relatives will not deny the murder.

These fallen gods themselves know.

It is conceivable how shocked she was when she saw the cracks in the seal sculpture on her body.

This statue of god and this platform are actually seals set by their families.

They cannot break free from the seal by themselves, and they have no idea of ​​break free. They are entangled by enemies and hate everywhere. From time to time, they will lose their minds and go crazy. They will go out of this huge grave, but everyone is still beating them.

The true god who is lofty becomes a rat crossing the street, and they are unwilling to do so.

But she never expected it.

Someone is willing to invite her into the book?!

Are you crazy?

Who is it?

And the magical thing is that she did not feel too much greed and bad cause and effect. There is only one possibility. People who ask God... have nothing to ask for her in their hearts at this moment?

But is this possible?

Anyone who asks God for something, either seeking protection or fame.

Otherwise, what to do?

The man who asked God had no evil thoughts, and she was too shocked and had no resistance at all.

It was actually asked Yin Nian outside to successfully write the word "Sun" in intermittent ink.

"Huh." Yin Nian stood up and wiped the sweat on her forehead. For some reason, she felt more and more irritable, not strong, but this irritable feeling made her feel a little uncomfortable.

But don't panic!

Yin Nian grabbed the sleeping snake Nier in the Heavenly Palace, pointed to the gray and black aura in the Heavenly Palace, and said concisely: "Eat!"

Snake Ni'er opened her mouth and swallowed the black gas.

With a gurgle, the scales all over its body exploded.

"Huh?" Snake Nier shook her tail in surprise, "Are you in a bad mood today? Why is this angst so thick?"

Yin Nian frowned slightly, looked around, and soon figured it out, "In such a place, can I not get angry, anxious and worried? It's normal to be more intense."

She moved her wrist and carefully checked her body. It was very good and she was very good. It should not be for another reason.

When Schneier thought about it, he was the same.

Yin Nian opened the second page again and began to write down the name of the fallen god.

If someone who understands it is here, he may scream.

Yin Nian disliked the intermittent writing, but he didn't know that it was already a very deep name. You should know that those who could leave a drop of ink on the divine book were considered to be one of the most selected geniuses.

Normal people always use ink and drop of ink, and they are accumulated every day. They need a complete and coherent word, but I don’t know how long it takes.

For example, Mu Yang, from the moment he could get a pen, he had to invite God several times a day, and he would have to leave a drop of ink for countless years. This is a bit of recognition from the true God, even if he blows three tables of wine, he will not bring it.

I've eaten a peanut.

When Yin Nian wrote the first time, she disliked her intermittently, but she actually became one word.

Otherwise, she had no desire, she didn't even know that the piles of these things were just asking for a god book, because no one would ask for a god, and it would be bad to use the god book as toilet paper for others.

It is naturally arranged in a mess, looking worthless.

She just wrote the account book here. What bad thoughts can she have?

Who would have evil thoughts about his account book? Isn’t this a nerve?

It’s really impossible to meet any conditions. If Yin Nian knows to ask God for advice, if these fallen gods have just sucked the fragrance of offerings and have gained peace for a long time, they will not be so relaxed to ask God to enter the book.

The second god was as surprised as Sun god.

And immediately after that, the third, the fourth...

Yin Nian herself did not realize that since she left the first god's surname, she seemed to be firmly attracted by this book. If it were to be so difficult for her to write, she would have long since turned it over or not.

I wrote it in another book, but this thing was like a gull on her, hooking her to write it down one after another.

She thought it might have been a cup of tea.

But people outside know.

Yin Nian has been in there for three days and three nights.

"Why haven't she come out yet?"

Someone couldn't help but poke the person next to him, "Are you dead inside?"

"Can't be sure, who told her to jump around in front of the fallen god? Who can you go and see it? If you die and still have a body left, will we have a meal?"

"Bah, you are so stingy, you are so cute and so cute. Let me go into the secret room? Is this what I want to turn me into your second dish? Dreaming!"

"Shut up!"

The bald woman suddenly spoke.

The bone spurs on her hand were shining with a sharp cold light.

Very bad face.

"Besides, cut off your tongue."

Everyone swallowed the words and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"They are two." Someone compared six, "Didn't you notice? It's been six days since the last time the fallen god gave water and food."

Right.

Everyone suddenly realized.

These two people only ate normal meat and should have given new meat two days ago, but it seems that after Yin Nian came, the fallen god did not give new meat.

"Isn't it actually the deer they ate before? Is it all taken for that girl? Is it all over?"

The more they think about it, the more they feel it is very possible.

So he wanted to encourage the two of them to go to the secret room to see Yin Nian's life or death.

However, my feet started to shake the next moment.

The dead grave that was so quiet that the ears were tinnitus kept coming from the dull sound after sound.
Chapter completed!