"For example, the Qi Gathering Pill is just an ordinary pill to replenish spiritual energy, if it is eaten by mortals, it has the effect of nourishing the body and improving evil diseases, and we can also do something in this regard."

"That's right, what Senior Sister Song said is very true." Wen Yu nodded, also showed a smile, and praised.

After some discussion, the team determined several magic weapons, and the spiritual power passport was indispensable, which would be of great effect in the face of attacks.

In addition, there are several attack-type magic weapons, which can shoot out hundreds of silver needles when pressed on the button, which looks fairy-like, but in fact, it contains several blades of white silk and so on.

The other is the rope they use on the merchant today, which can instantly trap the person in front of them when thrown out.

There were also a lot of other magic weapons, all of which they put in a spare storage bag in case they needed it.

Now that the tools have been decided, they need to work out a time and method for appearing in front of the king in order to achieve the best results.

The premise is that you need to decide who will play the god.

"I nominate Yun Xi, she has a good appearance, a thin body, just standing there is like a goddess descending into the world, it is most suitable for her to play the role of a god." Bian Tingyu stood next to Song Shiyin, frowning.

Du Yunxi smiled embarrassedly, and she said, "Then I think Senior Brother Wen is more suitable, he has a lot of experience, and he must be able to play the role of a god."

Wen Yu coughed several times, his gaze wandered between the team, everyone did not look at him, and finally he stopped on Zhuo Guang's body.

"I think it's better to be Brother Zhuo, a tall man is more likely to be coercive against the king, and people will always be afraid of things that are stronger than themselves."

"Then why don't you choose Wei Chi Daoyou?" Shen Yueru wondered.

Wen Qiu looked at Yu Chi Muyi and explained, "Yu Chi Daoyou himself is a physical cultivator, and the muscles on his body are too strong, and he lacks some of the dusty temperament unique to immortals, so I think it is more suitable for Brother Zhuo."

"Brother Wen is right."

"I agree."

Everyone in the team agreed, but only Zhuo Guang had not yet expressed his position.

He sighed and said helplessly, "Okay."

Playing as gods is a matter of trusting the king, knowing the truth of the matter, and succeeding in breaking through the realm.

Du Yunxi urged Zhuo Guang to change into a robe.

Zhuo Guang stood in the middle in a white dress, his body shining, very different from his usual appearance as if he was about to melt into the thick night, he really looked like an immortal.

Bian Tingyu and Du Yunxi walked around Zhuo Guang, seeing him from head to toe, and from left to right, completely in a state of not making him a god and never giving up.

"It always feels like something is missing." Bian Tingyu put her hand on her chin and rubbed it left and right, she smashed her mouth and fell into thought.

"Shhhh Hearing Bian Tingyu say this, Du Yunxi also felt that something was wrong.

"Is there one?" Han Shan was stunned, looking left and right, but he didn't see anything.

"Yes, of course." Shen Yueru glanced at Han Shan lightly, and then stopped her gaze on Zhuo Guang's body.

Song Shiyin also observed Zhuo Guang, all eyes were focused on him, he was a little bad at dealing with such a scene, lowered his head, looked at the ground quietly, and did not move.

"I see, it's hair! Wrong hair!" Shen Yueru slapped her face and suddenly realized.

"Yes!" Bian Tingyu also exclaimed.

Zhuo Guang's hair was all coiled on the top of his head at this time, with a touch of simplicity, but he always looked too serious and rigid.

"How?" Zhuo Guang raised his head and asked.

Song Shiyin's heart already had a look, and she said, "I'll come."

Zhuo Guang pulled a stool and sat on it, Song Shiyin stood behind him, took off the hosta used to fix his hair, and a black hair instantly covered Zhuo Guang's back.

The hair was smooth and soft, and Song Shiyin gently combed it with his hands and fixed them one by one.

Song Shiyin's fingertips accidentally scratched Zhuo Guang's neck, he shrank slightly, and his earlobes were already quietly red.

Half of his hair was tied up and fixed at the back of his head by a hosta, and a little hair was parted from his forehead, which fluttered in the air when he swayed.

"That's right, that's right." Bian Tingyu looked happy.

"Not bad, Brother Zhuo looks like this, it really looks like he is going to feather and ascend to the immortal in the next second." Wen Yu nodded.

At this time, Zhuo Guang was not only reddened by his earlobes, but also spread from his neck upwards, all of which were stained with a faint pink.

"I don't think it's a good time to go to the king at this time, he has just led the people to victory, and he is on the rise, and he will not easily trust a stranger."

"If, when we are at a loss, we go to deliver charcoal in the snow, the king will treat us as a lifesaver, and we will be able to push the boat along the water." Su He looked worried and shook his head.

"I think it's the opposite, the king's purpose is not clear, he may not care so much about the safety of the people, besides, the king can wait, we can't, the secret realm is changing rapidly, and delaying time will only be more detrimental to us." Yu Chi Muyi retorted.

"Then without further ado, Zhuo Daoyou, let's go." Su He looked at Zhuo Guang.

In the limelight, Zhuo Guang turned around and went out.

He used the invisible magic weapon all the way to the palace, because he hid his figure, it can be said that it is unimpeded.

The king was now walking through the long corridor of the garden, his face looked unpleasant, his face was gloomy, and the courtiers behind him followed him carefully.

Zhuo Guang climbed onto the roof in twos and threes, and he walked some distance in the direction of the king's advance, and then chose a prominent position and removed the magic weapon.

His figure was instantly revealed, and he stood still, looking at the king quietly.

The king led the people through the palace gate, and as soon as he looked up, he met a cold gaze.

He was startled, and his steps stopped, and he looked at the person who came vigilantly.

"Who are you? Protect His Majesty!" The palace people behind him roared, quickly summoned the guards, and blocked the king's side.

Zhuo Guang stood on the roof, watching the crowd of people scrambling and shouting.

"Gangsters! Don't want to hurt the king!" The captain of the guard led a team of guards to the feet of Zhuo Guang.

They raised their heads and pointed their swords at Zhuo Guang, with fierce expressions.

Zhuoguang ignored them.

"Be lenient in confession, strict in resisting! You've got no way back! Say your purpose!"

The Captain of the Guard stepped forward again.

Zhuo Guang walked past them, stared straight at the king, and when he spoke, his voice was clear.

"Aren't you looking forward to my coming?"

Hearing this, the king was shocked, his face turned pale in an instant, and he looked left and right in a panic, all of them were worried about his palace people.

"What nonsense!" The guard grew up and shouted, and then beckoned the guard to bring a long ladder and prepare to go up to capture Zhuo Guang.

When the guards staggered to the roof, Zhuo Guang raised his legs, stepped down in the air, and stood in front of the king.

He looked down at the king slightly, and a shadow fell on the king, and as Wen Xuan said before, the king felt a strong sense of oppression.

Zhuo Guang took a step forward, and the king took a step back with the palace people.

"Don't want to hurt the king!"

The suffocating atmosphere was broken by the shouts of the captain of the guard, who instantly rushed forward, drew his sword and slashed towards Zhuoguang.

Zhuo Guang pinched the spiritual power passport in an instant, and the guard captain's attacks were all blocked by an invisible barrier, unable to hurt Zhuo Guang in the slightest.

Surprise flashed in the king's eyes, and he looked at the sword light behind Zhuo Guang in a daze.

"You ......," the king muttered.

Zhuo Guang looked into his eyes, showed a faint smile, and said, "You succeeded."

Zhuo Guang's eyes were as black as ink, like a thick abyss, sucking him in.

When he came back to his senses, the king had already stretched out his hand, and Zhuo Guang put down a handful of yellow sand in the king's hand.

Cold

The touch struck, and the king looked down to see that the yellow sand was blown away by the wind and drifted into the air.

"You need me, don't you?" Zhuoguang asked.

The king nodded slowly, and he waved his hand to stop the guards, who looked incredulous.

"Your Majesty! This man is dangerous! Don't ......."

"I said, go down!"

Before leaving, the captain of the guard glared at Zhuo Guang fiercely.

The king waved again, this time to get the palace people to step back as well.

"Your Majesty, we are all gone, your safety is at stake."

The king shook his head and said, "What danger can there be in the palace, besides, you can't hurt him, and I'm safe with him."

Only the king and Zhuo Guang were left in the huge place, empty and silent.

The king stretched out his hand and invited Zhuo Guang, "There are many people outside, please come to my palace and talk about it in detail."

Zhuo Guang raised his head slightly and said, "Lead the way."

The king didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhuoguang's attitude, he walked ahead, led Zhuoguang through the palace gates, and finally came to his palace.

There were already palace people waiting inside, and he waved his hand and said, "Close the door, go out, don't disturb."

"Yes."

The king invited Zhuo Guang to sit down, and under the light in the room, Zhuo Guang's clothes were even more shiny, making his whole body shine with a halo.

The king didn't speak, and Zhuo Guang didn't hurry, so the two sat quietly and didn't move.

The king couldn't help it, and he asked, "Are you a god?"

Zhuo Guang nodded, shook his head again, and said, "I am and I am not, the gods are your names, and I am just an idler wandering the world."

"You came to Sand City to ......," the king paused, as if he hadn't thought about what he would say.

Zhuo Guang was slightly surprised in his heart, if the king's purpose was really to pray for the birth of the gods, why was he not half happy at this time?

Unless, he didn't even think about giving birth to a god.

This thought was written down by Zhuoguang, and he took it back and continued to focus on the conversation with the king.

"There's something in Sand City that shouldn't be, and that's why I'm here." Zhuoguang's words were ambiguous.

Is it wind-blown sand? Is it fire that burns people? Or a conjoined baby girl?

After speaking, the king's reaction was a little too abnormal, his eyes were split, his eyes were red, he looked at Zhuo Guang, his hands pressed tightly on the armrests of the seat, and his knuckles were white.

"It is my mission to save the people, and I will destroy everything that does not conform to the law." Seeing the king's appearance, Zhuo Guang took advantage of the victory to pursue and break through his psychological defense first.

"What do you think, Your Majesty?"

The king pretended to be calm, withdrew his hand, placed it on his thigh, and said, "It is reasonable to say that the burning of people has indeed had too great an impact on the city of sand, and many of the people have died at its hands."

The trembling voice revealed that the king's heart was not at peace at this time, and in the end, he showed a hint of pity and pity.

Zhuo Guang looked into the king's eyes again, and said lightly, "You know, that's not what I'm talking about."

The more weak-hearted people are, the easier it is to show their feet in such ambiguous words.

The king was exactly like this, he opened and closed his mouth, wanting to refute, but under Zhuo Guang's cold gaze, he fell silent.

"It's not too late to make amends, Sand City has not fallen now, I will give you a chance."

After thinking for a moment, Zhuo Guang added, "If you still want to live."

With these words, the king was completely defeated, and he could not even sit firmly in his seat, and slid down the hem of his clothes, and fell to the cold ground.

Zhuo Guang sat on the stool, like a throne sitting high in the sky, and he became the only straw that the king could grasp.

The king completely lost his status as the king of a country, and he was so panicked that he stumbled towards Zhuoguang with his hands on the ground.

He looked up at Zhuo Guang, and the little bit of golden light blurred Zhuo Guang's appearance.

"Please save me!"

"Please! Help me!"

The king pleaded, his eyes bloodshot and tears.

Zhuo Guang didn't expect that the king would beg him like this, which made him even more curious about what the king had done to make him so afraid.

Zhuo Guang stretched out his hand to gently wipe away a tear from the corner of the king's eye, and he said, "I will, you are also a citizen of Shacheng......