There are no righteous gods in Asgard, although there are many true gods, but there are still differences between the two. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The god is the god of the earth, and the party is safe and rainy. The true god is more involved in the operation of the Heavenly Dao, and he is high in the sky.

The two can't tell who is higher and who is low, but today's Asgard Mansion does not exist, the true god has no position, and the entire Shinto is an ornament.

However, in the various places of Dali, there are still a large number of temples and dojos, and countless true gods in the lower realm collect incense and conquer the netherworld.

The immortal sects in various places were born under this background, and some of the high-level immortals were the local true gods, and some were the disciples and grandchildren of the true gods.

But, in fact, where there is any true God, these are only half-finished products with no place and no office.

The upper part cannot operate the Heavenly Dao, and the lower part cannot shade the Li people.

But even so, the power of the fragments of incense, as well as the resource income from the conquest of the netherworld, and even the mastery of the local monk world, are delivering nutrients to these so-called gods all the time.

Qiuyun Road, the capital of Qiuyun, there is an extremely large temple here, the temple name is Yunlan.

Just look at this name, I believe everyone knows its connection to the Yunlan Sect.

The Yunlan Temple covers a vast area, but the places open for civilians to pray and offer incense are extremely limited, and most of the places are shrouded in mystery.

Such a move will logically cause dissatisfaction among people, but don't forget that this is a world of immortals, just the streamers that fall from the sky from time to time make ordinary people both awe and fear, where do you dare to talk nonsense?

As for the monks, everyone knows what this place is, let alone come to find death.

Therefore, not to mention any troublemakers, most of the Yunlan Temple was in extreme silence.

The monks who occasionally moved, or the people of the Yunlan Sect who came and went, were the largest flow of people here.

But today was obviously a special day, not only were the few disciples stationed here all standing in the open space, but even the outer disciples and miscellaneous servants were all driven out.

Several monks in pale blue robes waited in a formal manner, each with apprehension and worry on their faces.

These people looked up at the sky from time to time, and turned their steps a little impatiently, and the impetuous atmosphere became more and more intense as time passed.

After a long time, the oldest monk suddenly spoke: "Alas! It's been stable for more than ten years, and something big is going to happen again, but I don't know how many colleagues will suffer this time. ”

Looking at his expression, sighing and sad, it seemed that he was thinking of some long-term memories.

For the turmoil more than ten years ago, most of the people present did not know very much, at that time it is estimated that many people were building the foundation and going around, only to know that the atmosphere at that time was tense, there was chaos under the door, and the news of the death of so-and-so could be heard all day long.

Even if all this is separated by a layer after all, it is difficult for these people who are just onlookers to reluctantly appreciate the real atmosphere. But even so, it still makes people feel the seriousness of the problem this time.

So a young monk asked curiously, "Is it really that serious?" ”

The person who asked was a monk who had just laid the foundation, and in terms of his age, he must not have been much older than ten years ago, and even whether he had started practicing or not was two words.

Several monks who had clearly experienced that scene looked at each other and smiled bitterly. The old monk who spoke before gave the young monk a complicated look in his eyes, and then admonished seriously: "It will only be more serious than you think, remember, don't get involved, this is the advice of the seniors to you." ”

Although he said so, the old monk lamented in his heart, it is impossible to get such a thing into it, especially his own disciples who are only slightly better than the outer disciples, I am afraid that the fate of cannon fodder will be inevitable, I remember that none of the monks stationed in the temple were left.

The old monk was a little distracted again, but the young monk nodded heavily and said, "I remember." ”

He had already made up his mind in his heart that he would not participate in death, after all, although he did not understand the complexity, he was willing to believe in the experience of these seniors.

But is the world really that perfect? If you don't go, you won't go, where is there such a good thing.

Everyone had different thoughts, not knowing what they were thinking, and suddenly they fell silent again, until suddenly someone said, "Here we are!" ”

The people who woke up looked up and saw an extremely thick streamer roaring with the momentum of wind and thunder, and it seemed that the sound was about to crash the entire temple into flying ashes.

Several of the young monks unconsciously showed frightened expressions on their faces, but the older monks all looked strange, obviously seeing too many such scenes.

Sure enough, although the momentum was extremely huge, it was only huge, and the streamer stopped abruptly when it reached the top of the temple.

The streamer cleared, revealing a line of monks dressed in the same clothes as the monks stationed at the temple, but looking much more dusty, or to put it another way...... Much more proud.

"Meet Uncle Shizu!"

Under the leadership of the old monks, the monks of the temple bowed down one after another.

"Hmm!"

The leader was a middle-aged monk in a high-crowned dress, with eagle eyes and a high nose, a fierce and reserved look, and he snorted heavily in his nose when he glanced at the people below.

The old monk's face remained unchanged, he was already familiar with the temper of this senior uncle in front of him, and he could even show a bright smile, stretched out his hand and said, "Senior uncle and ancestor, please rest inside, and the disciple will report other matters later." ”

Seeing his behavior, Shi Shuzu's face squeezed out a slight smile, but he just nodded with his chin high, indicating that he had agreed.

The group moved into the house, and many of the monks who followed behind this uncle and ancestor were young, and they all looked around curiously at this time, as if they were very interested in everything. But when his eyes moved to the many monks stationed there, there was still a hint of disdain.

This is a bit of morbid disdain, the immortal sect jointly established by these true gods does not look like a sect at all, but like a small cultivation world, and there is only a lot more to squeeze and the view of the portal.

In this case, people's hearts are scattered, and it is conceivable how united they can be.

Therefore, in the places where these main sect visitors did not see, the old monk stationed who had already lowered his head showed a sneer on his face.

"Arrogant guys, it's not just us who are cannon fodder this time, you... Also. ”

How can such an immortal gate be comfortable and peaceful, for those true gods at the top level, there are ants below the fairyland, and every few years, some of them will always be eliminated.

Qualifications, luck and means, these are the key points of assessment, so in fact, everyone is the same, ridiculous.

(To be continued.) )