Chapter 468: Your invitation to the gods doesn't taste right
"What the hell is this Hunyuan Xuansha Zhenjun Hong Muer? Do you think you can beat me just by calling out a shorty?"
Shentongzi felt that he was being fooled by Gu Ruochen. His eyes turned red and he pointed his right hand downwards. Ten thousand ghosts roared and pounced towards Gu Ruochen.
Gu Ruochen's face was pale, but he had no intention of dodging. He just put his hands behind his back.
"I advise you not to underestimate this short... Master Hunyuan Xuansha's kindness."
The short Hunyuan Xuansha Zhenjun suddenly jumped up and knocked down the ghost in the front with one punch. Although he looked ferocious, his tiny fists fell like a meteor shower and blew the ghost's head in an instant.
Shentongzi didn't expect that this Master Hunyuan Xuansha was really capable of fighting. He was stunned at first, then he shouted with a ferocious look on his face, "Kill that shorty for me!"
The ghost that had pounced on Gu Ruochen immediately turned around and turned into a whirlpool, rolling towards Master Hunyuan Xuansha. Countless open bloody mouths were more terrifying than saw teeth. If you were touched, you would be seriously injured, and if you were touched, you would die. Even those in the Nascent Soul stage did not dare to take it head-on.
But Lord Hunyuan Xuansha suddenly jumped up, opened his mouth and sucked all the ghosts into his stomach as if he was sucking noodles.
Shentongzi vomited blood on the spot, but the people present were not looking at Master Hunyuan Xuansha, but at Hong Muer, who was shouting and exposing her position and was eating a cake to vent her anger.
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"Look, what are you looking at! Have you never seen someone eat a cake before? Look! I'll show you!" Hong Muer was filled with shame and anger. She stuffed the cake into her mouth without stopping, and her cheeks puffed up like a hamster.
But Hong Muer didn't care about that anymore. She chewed it hard for a few times and then forced herself to eat the biscuit.
At this time, the suction power of Master Hunyuan Xuansha suddenly increased, accompanied by a sharp chewing sound, and the ghost vortex formed by thousands of ghosts was eaten up completely.
Shentongzi knelt on one knee on the spot, his left arm shriveled and drooped as if it had lost air.
Ordinary cultivators only vaguely understood the principles of this True Lord Hunyuan Xuansha. The representatives of the super sects sitting on the judges' podium all had strange expressions on their faces. Only Qin Zhilan was tapping her nails as if nothing had happened.
Bai Qiu let out a long breath, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "Little Sister Qin, your sect of praying gods... doesn't smell right. What kind of gods are you praying to?"
The monks can leave their thoughts behind, which can be triggered through certain means to descend in the form of a phantom, and this method can be regarded as an extension and application of the supernatural power of summoning gods.
But Gu Ruochen's summoning of gods was obviously an expansion and application to a higher level.
"Aren't so-called gods the product of a collective sublimation of a phenomenon or a person out of some emotion?" Qin Zhilan smiled slightly, "If that's the case, why do we have to invite those old gods? Isn't it better to invite the "new gods"?"
"The stronger and more complex the emotions, the more methods the [gods] will use; the stronger the consensus, the stronger the [gods] will be."
Qin Zhilan paused and bowed respectfully to the others.
"I have to thank you all for showing off your power. Our Summoning Gods Sect has updated nearly 100,000 editions of the Summoning Gods Manual for each realm. I can't even memorize them all."
"As long as you keep showing off and flaunting your children, my lineage of summoning gods will never be destroyed."
"If you really want to cut off my lineage of summoning gods, I suggest you close the mountain gate from today onwards and never go out and show your face again."
"Oh, by the way, don't show up in front of the disciples. The disciples are best at making up delusions in their brains."
"We once did a test, and one elder was so pretentious that he was beaten by a god based on him that the disciples invited, and his Taoism was almost broken."
"By the way, our summoning technique consumes very little energy from the user, and the realm restrictions are not that strict. As for why this is the case, this is our sect's secret. If you are willing to join my summoning sect, I can reveal a few things."
After saying that, Qin Zhilan leisurely picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"I just can't understand why some people think that our Taoism of praying to gods and Taoism of praying to ghosts have the same origin. It can't be just because of the difference of one word."
Gui Wuchang's eyes twitched, but he couldn't tell the difference between the Taoist tradition of summoning gods and the Taoist tradition of summoning ghosts.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the way the God-Praying Sect prays to gods has nothing in common with the way the Ghost-Praying Sect prays to ghosts.
The ghost-inviting sect needs to create ghosts themselves and keep them in their bodies. The more cruel the means, the stronger the ghost created. It may be okay to send them to the wilderness, but now is the period of Dayu Dynasty. If they do this, they are very likely to be visited by Dayu Dynasty.
On the other hand, in the tradition of inviting gods, from the ancestors to the disciples, they don’t even need to do anything, and there are a lot of "gods" for them to invite at will, and a large number of new "gods" can be updated every once in a while. According to the logic that the stronger the consensus of the world on "gods", the stronger the "gods" invited, the tradition of inviting gods may even be able to invite a "god" based on the prototype of the contemporary Emperor Yu.
Whether it is the upper limit, the lower limit, or the difficulty of getting started, the Taoist school of summoning gods crushes the Taoist school of summoning ghosts in all aspects.
"I don't believe it! How could such a thing exist in this world!"
Qin Zhilan's voice was quite loud, so Shentongzi could hear it clearly.
He simply couldn't accept that he had lost to such a weird thing!
The child prodigy's eyes were red, he opened his mouth, bit his right wrist and pulled hard, and with a strange wriggling sound, Shentongzi's right palm was torn off and fell to the ground on the spot. A slender palm stretched out from it, and pale ghost faces swarmed out of it. When the last ghost burst out, the palm was completely shriveled, and Shentongzi's right arm was like a faucet that had been completely turned on, spewing out all kinds of ghosts.
Starving ghosts, hanged ghosts, headless ghosts, gate knife ghosts, and disemboweled ghosts seem to be endless.
Even the True Lord Hunyuan Xuansha couldn't finish it in one breath.
Faced with such a dangerous situation, Gu Ruochen's expression changed slightly, and when he dodged, he met Li Yanmo's gaze.
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Li Yanmo swore that he was just showing a worried expression without any other hint.
But Gu Ruocheng's eyes were like slides, first changing from awe, to confusion, then shock, and finally to the solemnity and determination that I will live up to everyone's expectations.
Gu Ruochen paused as he retreated, his eyes gleaming, and he raised his hand and waved, "Master Hunyuan Xuansha, go play somewhere else."
True Lord Hunyuan Xuansha, who was fighting against the monster, flew out immediately.
Shentongzi laughed, "Without that shorty, I can kill you with just a breath!"
Gu Ruochen ignored Shentongzi, but raised his hands and slowly recited with his eyes closed.
"Please - Xuan Yan, the Merciful Lord, give me a glance."
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. A pair of eyes emerged from behind Gu Ruochen. The left eye opened, and the pupil was as deep as the starry sky, as if it could see through the past and the future.
It was just a glance back, and wherever his eyes reached, the sky and the earth changed color, and all the ghosts disappeared in an instant. Shentongzi's body was boiling with black air, and his skin gradually collapsed. Seeing that Shentongzi was about to die on the spot, Gu Ruochen suddenly knelt on one knee.
"Damn it - my realm is still too low!"
The pair of eyes, only one of which was open, gradually disappeared.
The corner of Li Yanmo's mouth twitched slightly.
What is that Xuan Yan Ci Zun...?
(End of this chapter)
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