The ancestral altar is a place to worship ancestors in the village during the New Year's festival.

Jiang Li's face turned black all of a sudden.

I have done so much about my feelings, and it has become someone else's wedding dress.

However, he instantly had an amazing idea, if his temple was moved to the ancestral altar, and the entire villagers were sacrificing to themselves instead of their ancestors, how much incense power would he get?

When the villagers mistook all these behaviors for their ancestors, Jiang Li didn't make any more moves.

One is that he doesn't like to be someone else's wedding dress.

Second, he also wanted to see if the power of incense could allow him to step into the Shinto and transform it into divine power for his own use, so the ancestral altar carried I don't know how much incense in Qinghe Village, can it also give birth to an alien like himself?

If there is, now is the moment of life and death in Qinghe Village, then the aliens will inevitably take action.

In addition, he is also prepared to do the other thing.

I saw that the golden light on his body was permeated, and when he stepped out, his figure had disappeared in place.

For a short time, there was no movement at the ancestral altar.

As if the ancestors in their mouths did not exist.

The villagers of Qinghe Village are not aware of this situation, let alone understand the seriousness of the matter.

As the Yin soldiers shrouded the sky over the entire Qinghe Village, the last ghost finally walked out of that gate!

The source ghost has appeared!

Its domain once shrouded the entire northeastern mountain region of Jingshan County, so that the masters of the two divisions of the Great Xuan Dynasty did not dare to approach easily.

It was once regarded as a forbidden place for the world's greatest murderers by the Jingshan County government.

There was no emotion in its eyes and pupils, like a puppet without intelligence.

Everything is controlled by the rules and instincts of being a ghost.

Of course, it may be that under its continuous absorption of popularity and great progress in cultivation, it will one day regain its spiritual wisdom, but that is all for later.

After this source ghost appeared, it stretched out its hand, and the black qi that filled its body surged.

With just one breath, Jiang Li's golden light was torn apart.

When the people of Qinghe Village saw this scene, they immediately gasped.

"Ancestor bless!"

Their voices were raised, as if they hoped to cheer on their ancestors who had protected them with a firm faith in their hearts, so that their ancestral spirits could stop these terrifying ghosts.

But what they didn't know was that their ancestors didn't make a move at all, it was Jiang Li who made a move.

The cracks in the golden light grew bigger and bigger, gradually spreading.

Under the terrifying power of the source ghosts.

Jiang Li's barrier to protect Qinghe Village with the divine power of incense fire could no longer be supported, and it was about to be shattered.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded.

"You have worshiped the wrong person, and it is not our ancestors who protect us, but the gods of the land."

What, it's not our ancestors who shelter us, but the gods of the land?

Everyone in Qinghe Village looked for a sound, but saw that the person who came was Liu Wu.

Behind Liu Wu, there are also Chen Yang, Wang Niu and other famous second-rate sons in Qinghe Village.

Liu Wu didn't pay attention to their surprised gazes, but took out the bamboo incense that had been prepared a long time ago, and then began to burn incense and kowtow to pray.

"Please land god, bless me Qinghe Village!"

They spoke in unison, and their voices resounded throughout Qinghe Village.

It turned out that Jiang left just now, and he told Liu Wu and others about the catastrophe in Qinghe Village, and then arranged for Liu Wu and others to bring Zhu Lixiang to organize the villagers to pray to him, so that he could help Qinghe Village survive the catastrophe.

The villagers of Qinghe Village looked at each other, and after a short hesitation, they immediately followed Liu Wu and others and began to bow and kowtow, and their mouths were in harmony.

"Please Qinghe Village Land Divine Monarch bless our Qinghe Village."

Watching all this secretly from the sidelines, feeling the power of countless incense surging into his body, Jiang Li, whose golden lake had grown again, looked at it slightly, and shot again.

A miracle happened.

The Yin soldiers and ghosts who originally broke into the golden light disappeared with a "bang", and then reappeared outside the barrier.

Everything just now was like a dream.

Liu Wu and the others were overjoyed, and the Land God Monarch was really powerful.

For a moment they couldn't help but shout.

"Thank you to the Land God Monarch for your help."

At this time, the source ghost also felt threatened and looked towards Jiang Li.

At this moment, a certain boundary is gradually being broken.

Jiang Li's figure is gradually emerging.

This......

The eyes of everyone in Qinghe Village widened.

Jiang Li was very calm.

Anyway, now he is not a seven-year-old child, but a young man in white like a fairy.

It turns out that the reason why these ghosts can be seen by mortals is because they break the boundary between ghosts and humans.

The most important thing is that this source ghost can tear the boundary between Jiangli Shinto and humanity with just one glance, allowing him to appear in front of everyone.

"This is the Land God-Monarch?"

The people of Qinghe Village were stunned.

Especially those believers in Jiangli.

The young man in white in front of him is exactly the same as the statue in their home, and the answer is self-evident.

However, with the boiling of the golden lake in Jiang Li's body and the surging power of the incense fire, the boundary between the divine path and humanity was once again solidified, and his figure disappeared from people's sight again.

But this does not mean that he can suppress this source ghost, the situation is still dangerous.

Countless black qi spread under his feet, as if it was stagnant water, and it was very viscous.

Jiang Li had a hunch that if he didn't stop this situation, as these black qi spread like stagnant water, he would sooner or later be devoured by that source ghost!

How is this possible.

Although he was puzzled, he still didn't dare to take the risk easily.

Summoning the Ten-Eyed Monster, can you deal with the source ghost?

The next moment, Jiang Li vetoed his idea.

Because Yoo Hyo-dong said that ghosts cannot be killed.

But it can be devoured.

How can you devour this ghost?

Under the surging Yin Qi of the source ghosts like a volcanic eruption, the Yin soldiers and ghosts led by him became even more terrifying.

The golden light curtain could no longer support such a terrifying yin qi, and it shattered for the second time.

Looking at this strange and incomprehensible scene, the people of Qinghe Village were stunned again in place.

"How is this possible!"

"The Land God Monarch can't seem to protect us!"

……

At this moment, they panicked.

Jiang Li knew that his opportunity had come.

The divine power of the incense fire was surging again, and he wrote such a paragraph.

"If you want to survive the calamity, carry my temple into the ancestral altar of the village!"

That's right, from the beginning of the catastrophe, when he saw the people in Qinghe Village kneeling down to worship their ancestors, he moved this thought.

So there was a series of things that happened until now, when Liu Wu and others appeared.

Since the ancestors of the villagers of Qinghe Village bowed to him, they couldn't protect Qinghe Village, and asked him to leave the land god.

So what ancestral altar does he deserve?

It is better to let Jiangli's temple stand on the ancestral altar, celebrate the festival every year, be worshiped by the whole village, enjoy the incense of the whole village, and be the only faith in Naqinghe Village.

However, when the golden light flashed and the words appeared, the people of Qinghe Village who looked at these words hesitated.