"I didn't expect the broken idol to have such a heavy treasure?" Liu Yan looked at the colorful spar on the top of the statue's head, and his face was cloudy.

If he hadn't sensed it before his thoughts were exploded, the incense in it was incomparably rich, forming a substance, like clouds and mist, which was unimaginable.

"Isn't this thing a godhead?" he scratched it, and found that the spar and the stone statue were so integrated that it was difficult to take them off, and he couldn't help but move in his heart.

Taoist Jindan, Buddhist relics, and gods are godheads.

The Godhead is the root of the power of the gods, and all the thoughts of incense are stored in it.

Even though the god may have been extinguished, the godhead has been preserved as an entity.

Isn't this godhead hidden in the idol, and why is it so conspicuous at the center of the eyebrows?......

Liu Bian always felt that there were strange things everywhere here, and there might be other secrets in them, which must be guarded against.

But thinking of the pure and rich incense contained in this godhead, he had a hard time choosing.

If all these incense were sucked by him and transformed into nourishment for the soul, he might be able to break through to the realm of night travel in one fell swoop, and even day travel would not be known.

But this point is too important for him, and he can't give it up, let alone a leap in the great realm.

If there is chaos and crises lurking today, not to mention that the war against Dong is imminent, any increase in combat power is very valuable.

Liu Bian thought to himself that although he was already an immortal scribe and a martial arts warrior, at this time, the princes of the Eighteen Roads of Hanoi gathered, and the heroes of Kyushu were all here, how many capable people were there?

His strength is not enough at all.

If the cultivation can go one step further or even two steps, the space that can be moved in it will be greatly increased.

The special night tour is really an essential leap for people of the fairy way.

The soul gets rid of the limitations of the physical body, travels with the body of the soul, and can travel thousands of miles in one night, anticipating the enemy's opportunity first.

If it is a day trip, it is even more amazing, the day is sacred, the mystery is endless, and it officially enters the heavy threshold of the strategist.

If you can really have this kind of cultivation, you will be important to serve the princes along the way, and you will not have to be constrained by others, and you can come and go freely.

In the battle of Guandu, Yuan Shao and Cao Cao fought, and the momentum was like fire and water.

Seeing that Yuan Shao was undoubtedly defeated, he resolutely turned against the enemy, and Cao Cao greeted him barefoot, which is exactly the reason.

Therefore, although I know that there are quite strange and even huge risks in this godhead, but the wealth is in danger, this is already an upright conspiracy, and I have to do it, Liu Bian has no choice.

He thought about it and was relieved.

How can there be such a good thing as pie in the world?

If you don't take any risks, you just sit at home and wait for the opportunity to fall on your head, it is really a fool's dream.

Liu Xiu, the founding emperor of the Eastern Han Dynasty, is known as the son of the plane, and his fortune is so vigorous, and he has not gone through many dangers to achieve great things!

The things of the predecessors are the teachers of the present.

With this heartbeat, Liu Bian no longer had any doubts and was ready to take a risk.

He sat down under the stone statue and poked out his thoughts.

As soon as the thought entered the godhead, the breath of incense surged, and the thought swelled non-stop, as if it was about to explode.

After suffering the loss last time, Liu Bian kept his mind tightly, isolated all the incense, and did not smoke rashly.

The mental space in the Godhead is incomparably strange, there is no heaven and no earth, it is insignificant, it is vast, there is no distinction between the four directions, and the direction is not distinguished.

Only the incense condenses into substance, turning into wisps of smoke clouds floating in the void, the clouds are rolling and soothing, gathering and scattering, and the ethereal and unpredictable.

Liu Chang's thoughts kept extending, only probing towards the depths of the clouds.

The more you go inside, the thicker the smoke turned into by this incense, and the aroma is pervasive, as thick as the aroma of wine, which makes people want to smell and get drunk.

Liu Bian's thoughts were extinguished, as if they were completely silent, and half of them lost their senses.

"The incense is poisonous! It is so strong, my thoughts are too weak to replenish, but it is like eating poison!" Liu Bian also felt tricky, the more so, the more he felt that there was something strange in it.

If there is nothing unusual, why is the incense not dispersed, and how rich is it?

Tianyu does not take it, but suffers the blame!

Risk also means chance.

Even if Liu Bian fights hard, he can't miss this opportunity.

He was in a state of agitation, and he went deep into it with all his might.

In the deepest part of the godhead, the incense flame suddenly formed a vast sea of clouds, surging and sweeping.

Wave after wave, the momentum is monstrous.

Liu Bian's thoughts were instantly submerged, and he completely lost his senses.

He was secretly frightened, this god had been silent for a long time, and the incense was still so thick, he was afraid that when this god appeared in the world, it would not be an ordinary god.

"It seems that it won't work without all his strength!" Liu Bian's soul came out of the shell, and he simply entered it with his soul body.

Compared to the yin wind of heaven and earth that freezes the soul, this incense is surging, but no one presides over it, and it does not have much power, and the incense instinct can also strengthen the idea.

Liu Bian's soul is equivalent to fighting to nourish the war, not afraid at all, he keeps moving forward against the waves, and soon enters the depths of the clouds and mist.

Feeling that there are outsiders approaching, the sea of incense and clouds seems to have a feeling, it is actually separated from the middle, among which there is a solemn hall in which the ups and downs are endless, there is no treasure light, but there is a dignified and graceful atmosphere, as if the dwelling place of gods and men, standing high in the clouds, not facing the mortal dust.

Liu Bian's mind moved, and the next moment his soul had already entered it, and it was unstoppable.

There is nothing in the main hall, the layout is extremely simple, there is a god platform, there are pigs, cattle and sheep three animals to worship, the fragrance is compelling, all are the real objects of incense.

Strangely enough, there is no god.

"This is the palace where the gods live?" Liu Bian was surprised, "Why is there no god statue, could it be ......?"

His eyes lit up, "Could it be that there is still a god soul body here?"

He hurried towards the back of the palace as if it were a bedroom, and the smoke billowed, and a tall figure was faintly visible in it, lying on its side on a cloud bed.

Whining......

The sound of a whistling breeze.

"Where did the wind come from?" Liu became surprised, "...... this voice?"

When he looked over, he saw that the figure's chest was heaving, as if it was in a deep sleep, breathing like the wind.

"Not good!" Liu Chang's complexion changed greatly, and he retreated instantly, without dragging his feet.

"Why don't you stay if you're a guest from afar?" chuckled.

Suddenly, a pair of palms stretched out from the clouds.

It seems to be ordinary, but it has some kind of strange divine power, like the claws of the divine dragon that pop out from above the nine heavens, and there is nowhere to escape if Liu Bian is in it.

"This god is not dead!

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PS1: Some book friends said that the map is a hundred times bigger, why is the number of troops not more than historical people.

That's what I think, it's not too much for a soldier to be more valuable than a skill.

That's why I set that the real soldiers of the army must be martial arts cultivators, and even the elite troops in it, maybe the small soldiers are samurai or even martial artists.

Due to the scarcity of warriors, the army was also roughly maintained in units of 10,000.

If there are millions or even hundreds of millions of troops at every turn, it is too exaggerated and a bit out of line with the style of this book, I hope you understand.

PS2: The word Godhead, which has existed since ancient times, is the purest ancient language like God, but the original meaning of the word has been covered up by later generations.

God originally referred to Haotian God, and Godhead usually refers to gods.

Song Shi "Zheng'an": "The emperor is God, and there is no way to be a godhead!"