The roots of the two worlds are different, and the laws, cultivation systems, and concepts are naturally very different.

For a monk like Chen Fusheng, life and death are two sides of the same coin, and the cycle can be said to be the most basic concept, and he will not doubt it at all.

However, the laws of the Norland continent are clear and organized, but there are gods born from the corresponding Great Dao ideas, and life and death are no exception.

It's just that the comprehension of this world is rough after all, and the comprehension of life and death is superficial, far less subtle and subtle than the Buddhist and Taoist classics.

Thus, the priesthood of life and death that evolved from it was not purely specific, but had its own focus, and was held by multiple gods.

It's like the goddess of life, the god of nature, the king of beasts, and even the queen of the sea and storms, who share the fundamental priesthood of "life".

However, there is no god on the continent of Norland who dares to openly claim to have mastered the two seemingly diametrically opposed priesthood realms of "life" and "death" at the same time.

If you can't understand the true meaning, it is the fate of the divine power that the essence of the gods is mixed and even unable to control the opposite attributes, which is more terrible and cruel than going mad and losing the spirit of the self, but the real sense of ashes, there is no trace.

However, the goddess of the silver moon, who is involved in the priesthood of "vitality" and "recovery", is vaguely aware of this for some reason, and begins to seek to include the two priesthoods of "life" and "death" at the same time.

As the so-called between life and death, there is a great fear and a great opportunity, Chen Fusheng suspects, it can't be because the other party was too badly injured in the last divine war and almost died, so he has such an understanding.

It's just that compared to other gods, because the destination of "death" is complete tranquility, close to the so-called silence of Buddhism, there is no real god of death on the Norland continent, only an invisible Styx that is rumored to contain the soul imprints of all beings.

The definition of death by the gods in various churches is also extremely different and vague.

Although the goddess of the silver moon has an understanding of the true meaning of death by chance, if she wants to create something out of nothing and condense the divine priesthood out of thin air, the hope is also extremely slim, at least within a thousand years.

Not to mention the premise that she was seriously injured and needed to take a long time to make up for the loss of most of the gods.

Fortunately, the cultivation system of the Norland Continent determines that there are opportunistic methods.

And this will fall on the blood clan and the long-lost god of justice and contract.

The Blood Clan is a branch of the Netherworld Blood Sea flowing into the Norland continent to create a different kind of creature, with a strange physique, born between life and death.

However, the nature of their blood origin determines that they are instinctively bloodthirsty, pursuing killing, and longing for death.

The goddess of the silver moon took a side path that led to death by killing.

And the divine power of the god of justice and contract exists as a bridge between life and death.

Because the power of the contract needs to be connected and attracted to the fate of the underworld as a witness, it can naturally connect "life" and "death", and the best thing is that because it is not in direct contact, digesting this information, even if you feel that you can't do anything, your own essence and spirit have a tendency to be polluted, and the silver moon goddess can also cut off part of the divine power by means of a strong man to break her wrist, so as not to be completely destroyed, it will only take some more time.

And it just so happens that time can be said to be the least thing to worry about for gods who are immortal and have no lifespan limit.

It's just that the gods are not as good as the heavens, this silver moon goddess didn't expect that it would not be long before the last battle of the gods, and before she recovered, the wizarding world would collude and overlap with the two worlds of the Norland continent, and because of the intervention of the reincarnation space, this process was artificially greatly accelerated, and the war between the two worlds that swept all living beings, people and gods was about to break out, and there was no escape.

However, she was chosen by the wizards as the target of the Flag Sacrifice Experiment, so she was trapped in the small plane that did not know where the void existed, and had to use the hole cards that had not yet been integrated to cross the void and summon the creatures of the species affected by her to rescue her.

Then, Chen Fusheng discovered and took the initiative to deepen this connection.

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"Go!"

Seeing a steady stream of "water droplets" Self-adsorption came to the game of life and death, and then collapsed and restored into a little aura, integrated into it, making the balance of the manifestation of the meaning of the law more and more solid, almost about to turn into a substantial existence, Chen Fusheng's mind moved, and then did not leave his hand, the mana in his body surging like a tide hitting the shore, swimming all over the body in an instant, through the body of the acupoints and qi, from the fingertips sprayed out, as soon as the big sleeves were raised, there were countless silk threads flying out, leisurely rising into the air, retrograde, like hair, densely penetrated into the illusory whirlpool, woven into a curtain, just fell on the green · The surface of the blood werewolf is in the middle of the Moonlight Waterfall, and at the end of it is the balance that is a small thing, but the spirit is extremely majestic and heavy, firmly wrapped, like a cocoon, the spiritual light flows, shining.

looked at the original rushing waterfall tamed, obediently according to the "river" woven by Chen Fusheng Injected into the cocoon, Chen Fusheng smiled, the Taoist uniform on his body was windless and automatic, and then his body was divided into two points, and a person walked out of thin air, standing side by side with him, his face was nine points similar to Chen Fusheng, but he was high-sounding, holding a small tripod, without opening his mouth, he naturally had an inexplicable royal majesty, and the momentum on his body was even more awe-inspiring and domineering, as if he was about to rise into the sky and exterminate all things in heaven and earth, but he was suppressed by a more majestic and righteous atmosphere, and was imprisoned in the middle of the body.

It is Chen Fusheng, who carries the body of Feng Wanli, kills the Dao, and cultivates the heart to sit in the world of a Chinese ghost story.

With the blessing of a country's luck, even if Chen Fusheng did not deliberately improve the cultivation realm of this clone, it was not much inferior to the main body.

Looking back and smiling, layers of Buddha light suddenly rippled out of the imperial man's body, blending and merging with the moonlight, and then his figure suddenly disappeared, shrunk into a point, turned into a streamer, and threw himself straight into the light cocoon.

"The reason why the Silver Moon Goddess has been unable to make contributions and establish a cycle of life and death is because after all, this is not her own cultivation, and the artistic conception of the qi machine is too mixed and impure, plus her own understanding of life and death is insufficient, but for me, it is not a little difficult, if the idea is true, maybe I can really get a glimpse of the scenery above the Yuan Shen, and it can erase the hidden dangers of the doppelganger, even if it fails, it is just a loss of a doppelganger, and it does not hurt the root of the avenue. ”

Pursing his lips, the expression in his eyes suddenly became firm, and the game of life and death was silently laid out, and the black and white qi was permeated, rotating endlessly around the light cocoon of the Buddha's light, blood, and divine power, and it was getting faster and faster.

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