In the border area, Liangshan is a big mountain, with many branches and veins around, with a radius of nearly 100 miles, and Qingshi Town is located at the foot of Liangshan not far away.

In the past, there was the protection of the black-clothed king, and the big goblins behind Liangshan rarely haunted here, so this bluestone town had only existed for a long time, and the surroundings were stable, but after the black-clothed king was defeated, he was no longer able to shelter the bluestone town at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, it has been less than half a year since the defeat of the black-clothed king, and the reason why the mountain spirits did not go down the mountain to wreak havoc is that they are busy fighting for territory, and they are a little afraid of the human gods in the town, and the chances of winning a single pair are not great, and they are afraid that a rash move will attract the attention of other more powerful gods, so they have not been able to press back, only waiting for the mountain to divide the victory and defeat and decide the position of the mountain monarch, so that they may go down the mountain to attack the human race and clear the surrounding threats.

But the advent of Hesse made this process greatly advanced, under the will of Hesse, the mountain spirits stopped the infighting, and jointly attacked the bluestone town under the mountain, the strength of the god in the town is not much different from a one-headed spirit, occupying the home field is comparable to the two-headed spirit, but in the face of the three-headed spirit, it is not enough.

After a few times, this god spent a lot of hard work to accumulate a lot of divine power, which can be able to repel the spirit of the attacker, but it is also unable to make ends meet, and if it continues like this, sooner or later it will be consumed to death, and the true spirit will dissipate, and finally in desperation, he has no choice but to exert his magical powers, dream of his own devout disciples, and invite the god statue of the town ** to go elsewhere, leaving the place of right and wrong.

And with the departure of this god, the residents of the town are completely exposed to the minions of the spirits on the mountain, and the Temple of the Black-clothed Heavenly King has become the last hope for these residents.

Before dawn today, the residents of the town began to prepare for the sacrifice of the black-clothed king, the incense and candle offerings were ready, and dozens of young offspring were gathered, each carrying sharp weapons, under the leadership of a respected old man in the town, a group of people went to the black-clothed heavenly king temple in Liangshan with anxiety.

If there are people who are good at looking at the qi, at this time look at the Liangshan, you will find that the demonic aura on the mountain is pervasive, and the wolf smoke essence rises up, among which there are three of the thickest, faintly with a trace of fierceness, and the clouds are shrouded, and a ferocious aura below the thunderclouds is suppressed and shrunk, dormant on the mountainside, faintly becoming a fierce appearance, like a tiger entrenched, ready to pounce, and like a demon god shaking the sky, immovable like a mountain, it seems to have some scruples, has been lurking in the nine abysses, leading but not starting.

And with the young men and old men in the bluestone town at the foot of the mountain stepping on the bluestone steps covered with moss and fallen leaves, they went up the stairs to the black-clothed Tianwang Temple, and the gray breath mixed with several milky white breaths gathered together, as they continued to approach Liangshan, they were sucked by the fierce qi in the mountain, and turned into a stream of qi into the fierce qi, and the originally heavy clouds were faintly weak.

"I hope I can gain something this time!" an old man at the head of the crowd, dressed in a gray robe, was old, with a gray beard, but he was in good spirits, and he couldn't see the slightest twilight, and he looked at the black-clothed Tianwang Temple faintly appearing on the mountainside, and muttered.

"Old Sun, this mountain road is long, do you want to rest?" The young student on the side looked at the old man's breathing slightly short, his face was a little ruddy, and he couldn't help but speak.

"Worship the gods must be pious!" the old man shook his head, "This time the safety of our town is pinned on this god, don't evil the gods in these little things, don't say more, when you get to the temple, pray sincerely!"

The young descendants who came with them all respectfully obeyed the old man's orders, each holding a weapon in his hand, guarding the old man around him, guarding the old man and the sacrifices without a single hair, and beware of the spirits and beasts that may appear at any time.

After a while, a group of people smoothly arrived in front of the black-clothed Tianwang Temple, and encountered mountain beasts several times on the way, including a big python, which scared everyone and almost fled, but fortunately, the old man was calm, barely stabilized his position, and was about to fight to the death, but found that the big python seemed to be afraid of something, and only left after cruising around the crowd for a short time.

There are many similar situations, as they get closer to the black-clothed Tianwang Temple, the mountain beasts encountered have retreated, allowing everyone to reach the black-clothed Tianwang Temple that is already quite dilapidated on the mountainside.

Looking at the dark clouds over the temple, many young people showed a worried look, but they were all pressed down by the old man.

In the already dilapidated black-clothed Tianwang Temple, the old man's eyes showed guilt, and he slowly bowed to the ground.

"The black-clothed king is above, we can't worship the god on weekdays, and it's my fault to pray for the god when it's difficult today!" The old man's forehead touched the ground, and he slowly raised his head after kowtowing sincerely, "If the god does not give up, give grace, and protect us, we will change our past mistakes, worship the god devoutly, rebuild the temple for the god, worship from time to time, and live forever." ”

There was a loud noise, and the young men behind all knelt down, kowtowed respectfully, and then under the auspices of the old man, respectfully entered the temple, swept away the dirt, cleaned up the dust, and then placed all kinds of offerings on the offering table in front of the statue, kneeling in front of the statue of the black-clothed king and praying for protection.

Buzz Buzz!!

The inside of the statue began to tremble slightly, and Hesse sat cross-legged in the statue, his eyes were gloomy, and he saw that a trace of breath began to rise from the people kneeling under the statue, and they disappeared into the statue like a curling cigarette.

Hesse looked at these white gas filaments floating around, grabbed them casually, and felt the faint power and prayer contained in them, "Is this the power of incense?"

It is true that the power contained in this silk power is quite weak and almost negligible, but if hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of threads are gathered together, just like an ant colony, the power of an ant is insignificant, but after reaching a certain number, the ant colony can sweep almost everything.

Shinto, on the other hand, is the gathering of the power of all living beings in one's own body, and the greater the faith, the stronger the power obtained, and there is almost no upper limit.

"However, although it contains a weak power, but the ideas in it are also mixed in, if it is rashly absorbed, over time, it will be eroded by these distracting thoughts, some of them will be imperceptibly changed, change their temperament, and even worse, they will be lost in their minds by these distractions and completely sunk!" Although Hesse has never practiced Shinto, he also knows that this wish power is a double-edged sword, although it can obtain power, but at the same time it is poisonous, if there is no corresponding means of resolution, this Shinto will not last long.

In the memory of the black-clothed Heavenly King, when the believers reach a certain level, the true spirits who are worshiped by the faith will receive the heaven-given gods, and they can refine these wishes through the gods to avoid being eroded by the wills, but the conditions for obtaining the gods are very harsh, and the gods who have the gods are comparable to the big goblins who have cultivated the demon pill, and they will not fall easily.

And the black-clothed Heavenly King has gone through a long period of time, developing believers little by little, and can reach the condition of having more than 10,000 beliefs and sheltering one side for a hundred years, and then he obtained the divine edict given by the Heavenly Dao, and finally developed to the point of 100,000 believers and hundreds of temples.

However, accepting the divine edict given by the way of heaven means that it has been marked with the mark of Shinto since then, and it cannot be separated from it for the rest of its life, and it is shackled by Shinto, just like the mountain gods of the world of gods and demons, the body can only operate in its own Shinto law, but it can also be separated from the incarnation by exerting divine power, and it can also be used to travel to various places through its own temple, but without believers, the temple will also be trapped to death, each with its own advantages and disadvantages.

The black-clothed Heavenly King obtained the divine edict given by the Heavenly Dao, and could take charge of a place of divine dao and enjoy the incense offerings, but he was suddenly attacked by the Fire Eyebrow Heavenly Monarch, and was scattered in the divine war, and fell back to the Mao God who was not recognized by the Heavenly Dao.

If Hesse practiced Shinto, he had to clear these distractions, otherwise he would be corrupted.

The divine edict given by the Heavenly Dao is a path, but Hesse has a better choice, that is, the black flame in the body, specializing in the burning of the divine soul, invincible, these wills can be completely incinerated by the black flames, and obtain the purest power, so that Hesse can not only obtain the wish power but also get rid of the shackles of the Heavenly Dao Divine Edict.

With a movement of his heart, the wishes that lingered in the statues gathered in Hesse's palm, and a wisp of black flame rose from his palm, and the surrounding wishes were burned one after another, turning into a trace of milky white pure breath, and submerged into Hesse's body.

"It's really feasible! Although it is weak, if thousands of wishes are gathered together, my cultivation progress will definitely be rapid and fast!" Hesse looked at the townspeople in front of the statue with burning eyes, looked at it for a while, and found that after each townsman gave birth to a certain amount of willpower, he would no longer produce it, although he regretted it in his heart, he also knew that he couldn't force it.

People's spirit is limited, depending on the strength of their own spirit and spirit a day, more than a dozen threads of willingness, less than one or two threads, but ordinary people are only forty or fifty threads at most, and it can only be produced under extreme fanatical excitement, and it is very good to have more than a dozen threads at ordinary times.

Just now, these townspeople prayed, including the old man, a total of thirty-one people, and the power of wish power was more than two hundred, and one person produced seven or eight lines of wishing power, which should be a great disaster, much more pious than usual, which is higher than the normal level.

With a groan in his heart, Hesse knew it was time to respond to these townspeople!

Only by manifesting the miraculous and deepening the faith and devotion of these townspeople will the gods gain more power and have stable followers, so as to cultivate temples and worship these minions, develop believers, and expand their power, thus forming a virtuous circle.

Among the statues, the strange patterns on Hesse's armor began to glow purple, and the originally dim statues suddenly began to shine.

In the astonished eyes of all the townspeople, a majestic and hideous figure appeared around the statue, which looked like a pair of armor sitting cross-legged, a pair of hideous long horns piercing the sky on the helmet with a mask, hideous sharp thorns on the shoulder blades and knees, and a strange purple pattern all over the body, giving people a sense of fierce and domineering.

"I am the black-clothed soldier master transformed by the black-clothed Heavenly King's True Spirit Nirvana, you can reshape the god body for the master, worship day and night, and the master will protect you and others, and protect the peace of the party!" The armored eyes that appeared around the idol were glowing with black flames, and a misty grandeur that seemed to be far and near resounded in everyone's hearts.

Everyone fell to their knees, prostrated more than once, and shouted excitedly, "The spirit has appeared!