Chapter 156 How many are there?

[——Simulator failure——]

[Simulator——therefore——therefore——]

【please--】

"It's so noisy."

Yan You whispered.

"It's really noisy—"

He finally understood why the real Qilin always looked half-dead. Every morning when he woke up, there were countless figures whispering in his ears about how happy he was. People who had not experienced it would completely fail to understand.

Those phantoms that perhaps remained from the memory of "Qilin" were indeed harmless at first, and could even occasionally give Yan You constructive suggestions for governing the country, but as time went by, his diligence attracted the attention of the outer gods.

At first, the sight of that thing was only vague, passing over his body like a dragonfly skimming the water, but soon, perhaps because Yan You's actions and ambitions became more and more obvious, everything changed, and those harmless phantoms gradually changed under his gaze.

The appearance is still that of a historical hero, but the core has completely deteriorated like an old item. This change is difficult to suppress and is completely irreversible.

Those phantoms entangled his body, and it seemed that he could never get rid of them. After he accepted Qilin's legacy, they became like vines that grew into his flesh and blood, and could not be separated.

Were those people with distorted ideals back then suffering from this kind of deception day and night?

Yan You couldn't help thinking.

Even though he had numerous supporters and many trump cards, he almost fell into the temptation of the illusion.

After all, those phantoms came from Qilin's memory, with millions of years of accumulated experience, like standing statues. If one wants to govern Zhongzhou well...

Yan You frowned.

He couldn't think about it anymore. He didn't want to think about it anymore. He had just seen another "self" and the intense emotions made his brain active again. He had to stop thinking, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Stop thinking...

Everything has been arranged by him.

After that, he only needs to follow the arrangements one by one, and then just believe and wait!

Golden smoke entwined the emperor hanging in the sky.

An extremely huge animal foot slowly stepped out from behind the Qilin Emperor.

In the smoke, two dragon horns suddenly rose up!

With flowing beard and golden mist Qilin stepped out from the smoke and looked down with the Qilin Emperor!

Compared with the Qilin that almost used the entire "Colosseum" as a cushion, the old Taoist priest on the ground was almost just an ant.

The raindrops seemed to stop under the refraction of the golden smoke, and stopped in front of the old Taoist's face.

Surprisingly...

There was almost no emotion in the old Taoist's eyes. He was still dancing crazily as if he was mad. His body was badly twisted and the movements he made in coordination with the soul-calling bell were very strange.

The Qilin Emperor suddenly raised his hand.

Wherever the smoke spread, large numbers of Taoist priests fell down immediately. It was almost unstoppable. The Taoist priests could not put up any resistance and returned to the state of corpses.

The people watching from the high platform felt relieved instantly.

The descendants of Qilin are, after all, descendants of Qilin, and their strength is unfathomable. They are a little too worried.

Until the golden smoke finally touched the old Taoist priest, and happened to hit the bell.

"bite--"

It was an extremely long and extremely terrifying ringing sound. For a moment, no one could think and they just stood there in a daze. The bell was so small, but the sound was so loud, as if it echoed between heaven and earth.

The old Heavenly Master shouted loudly: "Follow the command of the Lord of God! Use the water from all sources to cleanse all directions!"

Along with the loud cry, the old Taoist priest himself disappeared in the rain, wailing along with the spell.

Everyone felt something heavy hitting their heads!

The endless falling rain instantly dyed everyone's astonished pupils blood red.

The emperor in the sky was stunned. He raised his head slightly, seeming a little confused.

The golden smoke is constantly disappearing, as if being swallowed by the blood rain.

Chen Yu forced himself to endure the severe headache: "Your Majesty——"

***

Today is the day when the Emperor of Zhongzhou holds a Taoist Dharma Assembly, and the people in the city are all aware of this.

The grocery store owner suddenly noticed something was wrong.

I saw a golden barrier rising slowly in the direction of the imperial palace.

The boss swallowed nervously, and the customer who saw the scene through the window sill also swallowed nervously.

They subconsciously believed in the emperor, but essentially, as ordinary people who could hardly protect themselves in the raging waves, they were still terrified in their hearts.

"Boss, I bought this."

A customer picked up a bag of rice and flour and took out money.

The boss nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, come back early, come back early."

Another customer walked out with his things, but within a few seconds, he came back with a changed face: "Boss! Close the door quickly! There are soldiers outside!"

The boss was stunned. Before he could react to what was happening, his body moved subconsciously.

Before closing the door, he only saw a group of people in armor walking down the wide avenue, looking at him with cold eyes and murderous intent.

The footsteps gradually approached my shoulder.

The boss's hands were shaking violently and his face was distorted.

Every common people in the capital knows what the Heavenly Supervisors wear and what they look like. But the ones on the main road are definitely not the Heavenly Supervisors!

***

“…”

Yan You could clearly hear his own breathing.

He felt like his body was being torn apart.

[Simulator——Talent——]

[Under attack——]

He could clearly hear the words of every phantom and clearly understand the meaning of every phantom.

The rain was so heavy that it soaked him completely until he woke up.

"Take us in - we can definitely help you!"

No.

"The world of great harmony begins with our generation!"

That's not the world he wants!

"Trust us! We have walked a difficult road before! We are willing to take you on another journey!"

Shut up!

The Qilin Emperor in the sky covered his head and murmured, "The only way to save the world...is to unite as one..."

Damn it!

Shut up!

The golden smoke was collapsing and dyed red by the blood rain.

Unprecedented pain was tearing his soul apart.

Countless figures rushed towards him and rushed into his body!

"you……"

Shen Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell into the blood rain, which was incalculable.

He forced himself to stand up and stared at Jikong in the blood rain.

The monk's expression could not be seen clearly in the blood rain. The bowl in his hand was covered with Sanskrit chains, which said: "What the Buddha said must have a deep meaning."

Jikong took a step forward and said in a forbearing and painful voice: "I hope you can put down your butcher knife——"

Shen Yu sneered, drew out his bone sword and rushed forward.

Chen Yu is just a person with outstanding strength in the Tianshi Division, but he is not someone who is truly favored by the "Gods". He is born to be a little weaker.

He is no match for Jikong and can only be suppressed by the Sanskrit chains.

Jikong looked compassionate: "Donor, follow God's will——"

Chen Yu gave Ji Kong a strange look: "God's will? God's will or God's will?"

Jikong was stunned.

"Buddhist son, why do you lie to yourself? It's not that Heaven cannot tolerate Your Majesty, it's that God cannot tolerate Your Majesty." Chen Yu's face was covered in blood, which might be blood rain or the blood he spit out. He just looked at Ji Kong in confusion, not quite understanding why this monk was so naive.

Why not just kill him with a knife like those "colleagues" who also blocked Jian Tiansi? But Shen Yu didn't feel offended. Who would want to die? If he didn't kill him, there was always a possibility that he would kill the monk in return.

Just at this moment.

Qilin suddenly let out a wail, his golden temples were turning red, and he exuded an ominous aura.

Ji Kong's eyebrows jumped and he couldn't help but turn to look.

Han Zhang was very nervous. The scene was in chaos and he didn't care about hiding. He moved closer to Liuwei.

But I heard the blind doctor seemed to be mumbling something to himself.

"My eldest brother was held back, as was my second brother. I couldn't hear his response, and so was my fourth sister... She didn't respond to me either."

Han Zhang watched Liu Wei lift the white cloth covering his eyes and stand up.

"It's incalculable, incalculable who is interfering. Taoism? Right? Buddhism? Right? Are we so hated? It's terrible!"

There were countless monks from various sects at the scene, but they all subconsciously tried to stop Tianjiansi.

Liuwei's black hair turned white in an instant, the power of lies was taken away, and his gray eyes recovered in an instant, revealing a pair of extremely evil pupils.

All the ghosts in Wanrui Sect said that he was a god who came to the mortal world to transcend tribulation. They had said it a thousand times and tens of thousands of times. Countless lies and trust had accumulated. So what was wrong with a god who came to the mortal world to transcend tribulation being able to contact friendly gods?

“You——” Han Zhang’s eyes widened. He felt that Liu Wei’s appearance was somewhat familiar, but he was not shocked by Liu Wei’s sudden change of expression. The Nanzhou Jinyiwei’s secret technique of changing faces was not a secret: “When will his poison take effect!”

Han Zhang asked nervously.

His breath was filled with panting and...uncontrollable ambition.

Liuwei glanced at him indifferently, and then just stared intently at the emperor in the sky.

He paused and whispered, "Soon, his body will collapse."

Han Zhang swallowed and turned to leave.

***

"call--"

Qilin's breathing became more and more intense, and countless phantoms rushed into Qilin's body and fell on Qilin's hair, like the best natural glue in the world, which seemed to stick to everything.

The blood rain brushed against Qilin's body and hair, and in an instant turned into crystals, sticking to his hair.

At an unprecedented speed, countless blood crystals accumulated on the Qilin's hair and grew into the Qilin's body like an infinitely spreading tumor.

On the skin, under the skin, and inside the blood vessels, they are densely packed and countless, like the stars in the sky, like the countless vesicles outside the sky, and on each vesicle there is a wailing face!

Yan You seemed to hear himself groaning in pain!

【Talent is——】

[Talent is taking effect——]

He felt something light and his whole body seemed to be lying in the void, slowly falling.

He saw the struggling Qilin and the horrific blood rain.

All the painful sounds seemed to be isolated by a thin film.

He couldn't hear anything for a while, only mental fatigue from not sleeping for a long time remained, and he still couldn't think.

He was in a trance, dazed, and gently raised his head.

He saw higher, farther, and more clearly.

He saw some things clinging to the outside of the glass cover like flies, crowded and everywhere.

What are those things?

He couldn't describe it, nor did he have the energy to describe it.

In disconnected thoughts.

He just knew.

It’s impossible to count them.

They seemed to be staring at him, with countless pairs of eyes, and he was reflected in every pair of eyes.

They cast their gazes upon him.