Chapter 172 The feast begins, and it lasts for 30 consecutive days!

The wolfdog in a red skirt soars in the air, with a charming figure.

The people of Shijia Village all looked terrified.

Qi Yuan looked at the red-skirted wolfdog, the god of Shijia Village, with a strange look in his eyes.

"The divine infant who controls a ray of the original magical power is perfect?"

He could tell at a glance that the so-called god before him actually had limited power and was not much stronger than those villagers.

The divine infant was just perfect, but with the offerings of the villagers, it condensed a ray of original magical power.

This is already scary.

In the Canglan Realm, if a Divine Infant cultivator could master the original magical powers through this method, it goes without saying that the entire Canglan Realm would be in chaos, with "gods" everywhere.

You know, there are dozens of Divine Infant cultivators in the Great Shang Kingdom, and thousands in the Hundred Kingdoms, but there is not a single Purple Mansion cultivator.

It can be seen how big the gap is between Zifu and Divine Infant.

The wolfdog in the red skirt has a charming posture and sticks out its broad tongue: "The newborn ancient god must taste delicious."

The new god can improve his cultivation by devouring the ancient god.

The wolfdog in the red skirt looked at Qi Yuan with shining eyes.

Qi Yuanze was very arrogant and said casually, "Humph, a little monster like you should be able to increase my experience bar, right?"

After coming to this world, Qi Yuan discovered that his character level was different from the previous level 1 to level 100.

Now he is actually a level 1 divine creature.

The red-skirted wolfdog in front of him was a level 55 divine creature.

The gap between the two... is huge.

It is comparable to the early stage of Yuandan and the late stage of Shenying.

The other party is a god in the territory, a divine infant who possesses original magical powers.

Generally speaking, for Qi Yuan, it is indeed an instant kill.

If Qi Yuan does not summon the Stellar Golden Elixir now, it will be difficult for him to cross so many levels with his current strength in the game.

"My people, serve me!"

"Follow me to kill the enemy!"

At this moment, the wolf-dog in red skirt gave a charming shout.

The villagers in Shijia Village couldn't help but frown and their faces turned pale.

Obviously, facing Qi Yuan, the ancient god who suddenly appeared, the red-skirted wolfdog was contemptuous on the surface, but once it attacked, it would do it with all its strength.

Countless red spots of light flew out of the villager’s body and fell into the hands of the red-skirted wolf-dog.

Finally, a huge mace was formed.

Shen Tu looked at the mace, his gums trembling: "This is a sacrificial vessel!"

It is a sacrificial vessel, made with offerings from all the people. It contains the hearts of all the people and represents the origin of the world.

Of course, according to Qi Yuan's understanding, this is the magic weapon that can display the original magical power.

"Interesting." Qi Yuan was surprised.

It was the first time he saw someone engrave the original supernatural power into a magic weapon like he did.

At this time, the village chief Yu Lei had arrived with nearly a hundred villagers.

Looking at the red-skirted wolf-dog that was absorbing offerings from the villagers, they all showed fear in their eyes.

“It’s over!”

“Evil God…Ah!”

"Let's go and help the gods!" said the village chief Yu Lei.

All the villagers united without any hesitation to help Qi Yuan.

But Qi Yuan said, "With more people, the banquet will be more lively."

Qi Yuan had no fear of the level 55 divine creature.

"Sword!"

He let out a soft cry.

I saw the long sword behind him suddenly unsheathed.

The entire sword was blood red with intricate patterns engraved on it. On the hilt, seven people with ferocious faces were sitting around it, each with a different expression.

The surging blood energy filled the air at this moment, and the entire sky of Shijia Village turned blood red.

The sky was covered with a layer of blood, as if a troll had descended to the world.

The villagers of Qingshui Village who had come to support couldn't help but stop.

That horrifying blood energy... was like an evil soldier that had slaughtered countless lives.

The villagers of Shijia Village saw this and looked terrified: "Evil God!"

“It’s actually the evil god!”

Just now, the villagers of Qingshui Village said that the god of Shijia Village was an evil god.

Now, the villagers of Shijia Village are actually saying that the god of Qingshui Village is an evil god!

Qi Yuan looked at the wolfdog in a red skirt and said, "You have the blessing of your people and the support of the temple, but I have a sword to chop off your dog's head!"

This time when he said "Cut off your dog's head", Qi Yuan felt very at ease.

Because the other party really has a dog head.

"Sword go."

Qi Yuan didn't do anything himself.

He would not stand on a dangerous wall even though his body is worth millions.

He is only level 1, if he gets hit, he will be in big trouble.

The long sword engraved with the original magical power flew towards the red-skirted wolfdog.

The wolf-dog in the red skirt looked terrified.

"Where did you get the sacrificial vessel?!"

She was puzzled.

The other party has clearly left the temple and the fiefdom, so why are there still sacrificial vessels, and they are such horrible sacrificial vessels?

The mace in her hand was nothing but a small shrimp compared to that terrifying sword.

"Cut off the dog's head!" Qi Yuan ignored him and gave the order directly.

The long sword engraved with the original magical power rushed towards the red-skirted wolfdog.

The original magical power of the inner demon that dominates the virtual world is displayed.

How could a perfect divine infant resist the original magical power of the engraving level?

In just half a breath, the guardian god of Shijia Village fell into madness.

"Eat, I want to eat!"

The sword flew past, and the head of the red-skirted wolfhound fell to the ground.

The guardian god was killed so easily.

A huge amount of experience entered Qi Yuan's body at this moment.

His level also rose from level 1 to level 2, level 3, and finally stopped at level 11.

The villagers of Shijia Village were all stunned.

The village chief Yu Lei was also stunned.

The villagers behind him were all stunned.

Wouldn't a god separated from the temple be very weak?

How... can the new god of Shijia Village be killed?

Especially the fat man who was ready to laugh at Qi Yuan's joke, now his eyes widened.

"Our god has some problems with his brain, but his strength... is so strong!"

How could such a powerful god appear in such a village and such a dilapidated temple? It was a little unreasonable.

The village chief Yu Lei's eyes fell on the blood-red sword.

"It's not God that's powerful, it's the sword!"

He could see that the aura of the original magical power contained in the sword was particularly strong.

One more step and it can be transformed into a magical weapon!

That is a powerful artifact that is enough to suppress an entire city!

"Our ancient god was born with a sword in his arms. Maybe... he is the offspring of a true god!" The village chief Yu Lei judged.

Otherwise, how could an ordinary guardian god be born with such a powerful sacrificial vessel?

The other villagers also felt excited when they heard this.

The god of this poor village of theirs must be of great importance!

"The gods are so powerful, can we eat two steamed buns for one meal?"

These villagers fantasized boldly.

At this time, the villagers of Shijia Village were even more frightened.

Especially the most arrogant family in Shijia Village.

They invited new gods, who were closely linked to their fate.

The New Gods fell, and they...

"No!"

A terrifying wolf head broke out from the body of a villager.

Immediately afterwards, wolf heads emerged from the bodies of more than a dozen villagers.

"They have been assimilated by the new gods. When the new gods fall, they will also be transformed into... evil gods!" Shen Tu said hurriedly.

The more loyal one is to the new god, the more benefits they will gain, and the new god will assimilate them and turn them into temple guards.

If the new gods fall, they will become evil gods with no consciousness and only know how to kill.

The most arrogant and domineering family in Shijia Village before, suddenly had dozens of evil gods and evil spirits appear.

"The little monster died and turned into a little monster?"

Qi Yuan glanced at it.

The blood-red sword turned into a stream of light.

"Everything wards off evil!"

“Behead them all!”

"Let's have a big feast!"

"Open for thirty days in a row!"

The banquet hosted by a god is a bit shabby and can only last for one day.

But if the whole family is killed, wouldn't it be possible to hold the banquet for several days?

A stream of blood flew through Shijia Village.

Every time he killed a villager who had turned into a wolf-dog, a glimmer of pride appeared on Qi Yuan's face.

The banquet can be extended for one more day.

In just a dozen breaths, all those horrific evil gods were killed by Qi Yuan.

His experience has increased slightly.

Compared to the guardian gods, the experience gained by those evil gods is not worth mentioning at all.

After killing all the evil gods, Qi Yuan and Shen Tu ended up in Shijia Village.

Qi Yuan's face was dignified and he exuded a powerful aura.

The bloody sword returned to its scabbard.

Seeing this, the remaining villagers of Shijia Village knelt down immediately and said, "God, please spare our lives!"

There is no way to escape, now I can only beg for mercy.

"We don't believe in the new god. We were forced to do this by that damn Shi Fugui!"

The burly man who was held down before also knelt solemnly at this moment: "Thank you God for saving my child. My life, Wang, belongs to God!"

Facing Qi Yuan, these villagers were extremely afraid.

After all, this god killed the patron saint of their village.

They lowered their heads and quietly waited for their fate.

After all, the ancient gods are quite disgusted with people like them who believe in new gods.

Some people with domineering temperaments will be killed directly, while those with kind temperaments will be treated kindly.

The new god in front of him, with his sacrificial utensils that looked full of blood, it was obvious at first glance that he was not someone to be easily dealt with.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The fate that awaits them may be cruel.

"Now that your patron saint is dead, what should we do?" Qi Yuan spoke up and asked the kneeling villagers.

The hearts of the villagers present were in their throats, wondering why the ancient god said this.

"Judge the new god for his crimes. Start the trial!"

"The Judgment Meeting is over. Pledge your allegiance to the Ancient God!"

"Build a new temple for the ancient god and create a new statue!"

The villagers spoke tremblingly, while accepting this reality.

Compared with saving lives, the time and effort spent on building temples and statues is really nothing.

Looking at the villagers talking at the same time, Qi Yuan was speechless.

These people...have no common sense?

"The evil god is already dead. What you should do is to start the feast!"

"I have killed more than thirty of the evil god's minions, so this banquet... will be held for thirty days!" Qi Yuan said loudly.

The sound spread throughout Shijia Village.

The villagers in Shijia Village were completely stunned when they heard this.

The feast is about to begin? What the hell?

The expression of the man surnamed Wang also changed, and he finally said, "Hurry up and prepare, let's have dinner!"

Upon hearing this, the villagers also nodded quickly: "Yes, let's start the feast!"

At this time, being able to stay alive is already very good. Just do as the ancient god says.

So, the lights in Shijia Village were brightly lit and the banquet was held.

The villagers of Qingshui Village looked at each other, and finally, with Qi Yuan's approval, they eagerly came to the banquet.

Looking at the wide variety of food on the banquet, even meat, the villagers of Qingshui Village were all envious and drooling.

They have all been hungry for too long.

Without the blessing of God and the water supply cut off, their crops had almost no harvest.

In contrast, in Shijia Village, the granaries are filled with all kinds of grain, and there is no shortage of fat pigs, chickens, ducks, geese, and fish.

Even Qi Yuan was a little surprised.

No wonder everyone believes in new gods.

There are indeed good things to eat following the new god.

There were more than thirty tables for the banquet, but Qi Yuan didn't pick up his chopsticks, and the others didn't dare to pick up their chopsticks.

At this time, Qi Yuan stood up and raised his glass.

"It is with heavy hearts that we gather today."

"The sky is weeping, the earth is mourning, my good brother, the patron saint of Shijia Village, the Wolf Dog God, unfortunately passed away today and left us forever."

Qi Yuan's voice was passionate and a little sad.

The people in Shijia Village looked at each other, and the villagers in Qingshui Village also looked... confused.

At this time, Qi Yuan stretched out his palm and said: "On this sad day, we remember deeply."

Upon seeing this, the burly man named Wang immediately frowned.

Suddenly, several gossipy women in white clothes walked out from Shijia Village.

"Oh my God, you died so miserably!"

“Woo woo…”

These aunts are specifically used to cry at funerals.

They cried so miserably and emotionally, as if their loved ones had really passed away.

When Qi Yuan heard their crying, he felt that it was a ritual.

"Let's eat!" He started eating right away and almost tried to swallow a pig's head alive.

I'm really... too hungry.

Since he traveled through time, he has never been as hungry as he is today.

The villagers of Qingshui Village ate like crazy, like reincarnated hungry ghosts.

Some people ate secretly and hid some of the food.

Really, I'm too hungry.

…

In Qingshui Village.

Two old men were lying on the haystack, eating steamed corn bread.

"Alas, when will such days end?"

"It's almost time. If the Lord God died in Shijia Village, our Qingshui Village would probably be gone too. Fortunately, I still have some dry food left, so I don't have to starve to death."

"This new ancient god is really weird. If he stays in the village, Qingshui Village can still slow down for a while. But if he goes to Shijia Village, it will be like throwing meat buns at a dog."

These two old men represent the voice of almost everyone.

No one thought that the newly born ancient gods could defeat the new gods.

And…even if he defeats the New God, his end will be miserable.

Today's Feihuang City can be said to be half of the new god's world.

There is almost no place for the ancient gods.

Just then, a rustling sound was heard.

The old man showed a puzzled look: "Sister Jiang, what are you doing so late at night?"

A middle-aged woman who looked extremely weak raised her head, her eyes sparkling, but she said weakly, "Let's have dinner."

"Ah?" The old man felt that these two words sounded familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere today.

"The Lord God has slain the evil god. A banquet is being held in Shijia Village. We need to go and help...eat."

Hearing this, the old man was stunned.

The Lord God killed the evil god? Or the evil god's home court? His eyes lit up: "Eat the feast!"

None of that matters; the feast is what matters.

…

In Shijia Village, the evil god was killed, and the largest family was also shot down by Qi Yuan.

Mountains of grain and food were found.

On the first day, the banquet was held for the evil god, and on the second day, the banquet continued.

Anyway, with so many people dead, the show has to continue!

One day, a skinny horse was pulling a carriage, and in the carriage sat an old man wearing a Confucian robe and with a skinny body.

He had his eyes slightly closed and looked seriously injured.

"Sir, are you okay?" Huang Mengying asked worriedly.

“The new god in Kuangfeng Town is quite powerful.

Now, the town has 500 guards, and it is as strong as a rock. In its home ground, I... fought with it... and suffered serious injuries. I need to rest for three years before I can fight again. "The old man in the Confucian robe mentioned this, with a look of self-blame on his face, "Alas, I am ashamed of the trust of City Lord Huang."

Huang Mengying's face became even more worried when she heard this, but she still said, "I'm glad you're okay, sir."

“What a pity. Among the seven towns, six have fallen under the rule of the new gods, and Feihuang City can’t stand alone.” The old man in Confucian robes sighed.

Feihuang City has always believed in ancient gods.

An ancient god is also worshipped in the city.

But twenty years ago, the ancient god suddenly fell into a deep sleep.

The situation in the city changed drastically.

There were many wealthy families in the city who were secretly agitating to welcome the new god.

Huang Mengying's father was the lord of Feihuang City. Naturally, he was unwilling to welcome the new god and suppressed the wealthy families in the city.

However, the wealthy families in the city, seeing that they could not pry open Feihuang City, secretly colluded with the major towns and planned in some towns to overthrow the ancient gods and welcome the new gods.

Today, among the seven towns under Feihuang City, six have already believed in the new god.

As for the villages, almost most of them believe in the new gods, and only a few believe in the old gods.

The old man in Confucian robe is a good friend of the city lord and a powerful man in the late Purple Mansion period. He was invited by the city lord himself to take action against the new gods of the six towns and eliminate their power.

Unfortunately, he only killed one new god, and when he met the second one, he was seriously injured.

At this time, the sound of suona came, and it seemed particularly lively.

This seems particularly rare in the villages near Feihuang City.

The old man in Confucian robes was slightly stunned: "Tong'er, what's going on in the village ahead?"

"Sir, I'll go ask."

The boy driving the carriage got off and ran towards the village ahead.

Not long after, the boy came back: "Sir, up ahead is Shijia Village, they... are having a feast!"

"Shijia Village, are we starting the banquet?" The old man in Confucian robes was a little confused.

If he remembered correctly, there was an evil god in Shijia Village.

"It was the ancient god of Qingshui Village who killed the evil god of Shijia Village, and then started to have a feast!"

The old man in Confucian robe smiled when he heard it: "Such an interesting thing, I have to go and take a look."

Huang Mengying next to her was also very interested.

Because what is happening before our eyes is indeed unbelievable.

In such a world, it is rare for ancient gods to kill new gods.

And there are even fewer people who would kill the new god and then openly hold a feast.

After all, the new gods are now so powerful that some ancient gods can barely protect themselves and are unwilling to go against the new gods.

"Let's go and take a look." Huang Mengying was also a little curious.

She was familiar with the county annals and knew all the gods worshipped in the major villages of Feihuang City.

The god worshipped by Qingshui Village is the Dogtail Grass God, the lowest type.

How can such a god kill the evil god of Shijia Village?

Driving a horse-drawn carriage, with different thoughts in mind, the old man in Confucian robe and Huang Mengying came to Shijia Village and saw the bustling scene.

At the same time, they saw several coffins on the ground and people crying.

The original funeral seemed particularly ridiculous at this moment.

(End of this chapter)