"Do you want to use the gods to protect Jiangcheng?" Qin Bai looked at the mayor of Jiangcheng.

Mayor Jiangcheng hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded lightly, "I have this kind of thought, but Mr. Qin should know how difficult it is to let the gods protect the entire Jiangcheng, especially since most of the people nowadays have no faith, and at the very least, they can't talk about piety." ”

Speaking of this, Mayor Jiangcheng shook his head with a wry smile, "Now the western side is better than ours, they believe in piety, as long as the gods awaken, they can quickly restore the gods." ”

Qin Bai couldn't help but think of a scene in his dream, and he shook his head directly, "Your idea is actually not advisable, do you know that when the divine domains of two gods meet, it is often the beginning of the divine war." ”

With a heaven-given dream, Qin Bai naturally knew very well what it was like in ancient times.

In fact, that era can also be called the age of gods, because it was an era dominated by gods.

In order to survive, the human race in ancient times began to slowly look for protectors, which was also the beginning of the gods, and the gods at the beginning were just innate spirits with relatively high intelligence and knew how to protect ancient humans.

Slowly, this part of the innate spirits began to be protected by the ancient human beliefs, and became the later tribal gods, which is also the origin of the art of sealing the gods.

But there is another trouble after having gods, that is, even gods have desires, and innate spirits are no exception.

At first, the ancient human race only sacrificed through hunting, but later found that waging war was more pleasing to the gods, so there was a divine war.

The acquired gods are just the opposite, for the blood, most of the acquired gods do not need or can know how to restrain themselves, which is the origin of Jiang Ziya's gods.

Hearing Qin Bai's words, Mayor Jiangcheng obviously hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head resolutely.

"If you can't take care of these, it's better than that the residents of Jiangcheng will be possessed by the evil qi in the future. ”

Qin Bai thought about it for a while, and finally smiled bitterly and didn't say any more, because like Mayor Jiangcheng, the reason why he was a god in Jianghai Square was actually the same idea.

It's just that what Qin Bai wanted before was just to protect the safety of Jianghai Square, at least not to let the evil place under Jianghai Square affect Jianghai Square, after all, Jianghai Square is now the biggest source of wealth in his hands, and it is also the foundation.

Therefore, Qin Bai never thought of improving the strength of the Jianghai Mountain God, so much so that Qin Bai did not ask the staff of Jianghai Square to worship the Jianghai Mountain God on weekdays.

And what the mayor of Jiangcheng is obviously thinking about is the entire Jiangcheng, which can be seen from the huge bronze mountain temple in front of him, especially the future White Tiger Mountain God.

If Jiangcheng can really have a white tiger mountain god sitting in the town, and the city government comes forward to organize citizens to believe in sacrifices, it is not possible to really protect the entire Jiangcheng.

It's just that at that time, the Jianghai Mountain God in Jianghai Square, as well as the Wulong Mountain God clone at the old temple entrance, were in an embarrassing situation.

Qin Bai couldn't help but glance at the small tripod that Shi Meng was holding in his hand, he couldn't figure out that the drought, in this small tripod, was the compensation given by the mayor of Jiangcheng in front of him.

"Mr. Qin, how sure are you that you will transform the spirit of the Innate White Tiger into a mountain god?" Mayor Jiangcheng was obviously silent for a moment before he couldn't help but ask.

Qin Bai glanced at the mayor of Jiangcheng, if Qin Bai was only eighty percent sure that this mayor of Jiangcheng should have a witch cultivation system before, then at this time, he was almost one hundred percent sure.

Because even Liu Qing and the others, who gave him the book of Fengshen, didn't know that Fengshen actually had a chance of failure, and this probability was not low.

It's just that in the process of sealing the gods of the rivers, seas, and mountains, Qin Bai overcame these risks, and he never showed them.

Qin Bai thought about it, didn't hide it, and said directly: "No more than seventy." ”

Mayor Jiangcheng was relieved when he heard this, but the rest of the people behind him obviously lifted their hearts.

"It's less than seventy percent, do you want to try another innate spirit first, we only have this white tiger spirit. ”

It was an elderly man who Qin Bai didn't know, but this person was obviously half a step ahead of Wang Wenbo and Du Zhiyuan.

Qin Bai didn't reply, because the Spirit of the White Tiger was indeed much stronger than the Spirit of the Black Jiao more than a week ago, and Qin Bai did not have any confidence to say it, and being able to change one was not only a little less risky for him, but also made it a lot easier for him in the process of sealing the gods.

Feng Shen, don't look at Qin Bai, it seemed to be quite smooth sailing last time, but no one knew that Qin Bai had almost consumed the aura that had been accumulated for several months by the witch trap that time.

If it weren't for the fact that the concentration of spiritual energy between heaven and earth had been getting higher and higher recently, and the yin and evil qi under Jianghai Square had been coming out more and more, Qin Bai might not have agreed to help Jiangcheng City Government transform this white tiger spirit.

The mayor of Jiangcheng obviously knew that he was a god, otherwise he would not be willing to take out a drought spirit and three blood lotus fruits as a reward.

If there were no these, Qin Baitie would definitely find an excuse to refuse to transform the White Tiger Spirit, a sentence The grade of the White Tiger Spirit was too high, and it would be easy to refuse it neatly if he was not sure.

The mayor of Jiangcheng City ignored the old man at all, and said directly to Qin Bai: "Seventy percent is already not low, but please ask Mr. Qin to be able to do his best in front of the millions of citizens in Jiangcheng." ”

Qin Bai naturally knew the meaning of Jiang Cheng's long words.

"Don't worry, since I promised me, I will do my best, as for whether it will succeed or not in the end, I dare not guarantee, if it fails, you don't blame me. ”

"You just have to rest assured. As he spoke, Mayor Jiangcheng directly glared at the group of people behind him.

At this time, Shi Hu finally arranged everything and came over.

"Mr. Qin, it's all arranged. ”

Looking at the slaughtering team that had already been prepared around the Bronze Mountain Temple, Qin Bai nodded silently, compared to the ancient times, maybe there were many fewer beasts, but when it came to the difficulty of collecting blood qi, it was obviously much stronger than in ancient times, although the quality of blood qi was very worrying now, but for the newborn innate spirits, they obviously didn't know that today's blood qi was rubbish compared to ancient times.

Wearing the witch suit that had been carried in his hand, and throwing the wooden box to Shi Hu who was waiting on the side, Qin Bai walked into the golden bronze temple with the envious eyes of the mayor of Jiangcheng and the others.

Without the baptism of time and divine power, the Bronze Temple has not yet appeared its unique bronze color, but after entering the Bronze Temple, Qin Bai can still feel the unique aura of bronze.

This is a breath that only true witches can feel, because this breath will only react with the blood qi, and the stronger the blood qi, the stronger this breath will be.

Shi Hu was envious after walking into the bronze temple, if the Wulong Mountain Temple at the entrance of the old temple could be completely made of bronze like this, then he would definitely be able to wake up with a smile when he fell asleep.

However, this is obviously impossible, not that Jianghai Square can't do it financially, but that the Jiangcheng City Government and Qingyunguan Iron will definitely not agree, and it may even be that the Xianjun Kun group outside the city will not agree.

Qin Bai and his entourage of more than ten people walked directly into the third floor of the bronze temple, where a tiger-headed human body and a mountain god statue more than two meters high were located in the center of the third floor.

What caught Qin Bai's attention the most was the layer of white tiger robe draped on the statue of the mountain god, which he knew at a glance that it was made of real white tiger skin.

There seems to be nothing peculiar about this thing now, but Qin Bai knows very well that after some time, after the baptism of the divine power of the mountain god, this white tiger robe will definitely become a spiritual weapon robe, and it is also the kind of law sacrifice judicial robe that is most suitable for the power of the white tiger mountain god.

Seeing this, Qin Bai was almost sure that the mayor of Jiangcheng must have a witch cultivation system, and it was also an unusually complete Taoist system.

Qin Bai didn't say anything, but no matter how he said that this time the god was not for the mayor of Jiangcheng, although it would also bring great benefits to the mayor of Jiangcheng, but the biggest benefit would undoubtedly be the whole city of Jiangcheng.

Qin Bai walked directly to the statue with the big jade tripod in his arms, and when Qin Bai stood firm in front of the statue, Shi Hu, who had been standing at the window, waved his hand out of the window for the first time.

With the wave of Shi Hu's hand, all kinds of screams began to sound outside the window, especially the sound of tiger roars sounding from time to time.

As the sound of the tiger roar sounded, the spirit of the white tiger in the jade tripod in Qin Bai's hand seemed to suddenly become alive.

Almost at the same time, several obvious cracks appeared on the jade tripod in Qin Bai's hand.

Qin Bai couldn't help but sigh that the white tiger was the white tiger.

Mayor Jiangcheng had been paying attention to Yi Qinbai, and he was obviously startled when he saw this scene.

"Mr. Qin. ”

Qin Bai glanced at the mayor of Jiangcheng behind him, who was obviously still worried that he would not do his best.

Qin Bai didn't explain, as there were more and more cracks on the jade tripod in his hand, Qin Bai finally lifted the lid of the tripod and reached out to grab the white tiger spirit in the tripod like a cat.

This scene made many people present who were familiar with the spirit of the white tiger startled, especially the mayor of Jiangcheng, this white tiger had been in his hands for nearly three months before it was handed over to Qin Bai, and he naturally had an unusual understanding of the spirit of the white tiger.

Everyone didn't notice that when Qin Bai grabbed the Spirit of the White Tiger, the vertical eye on the far left side of the mask on Qin Bai's face obviously opened up a slight gap.

As this gap appeared, a half-finger-long blood light shot out from the gap and then directly submerged into the forehead of the White Tiger Spirit.

As the blood light shot into the forehead of the White Tiger Qi, Qin Bai directly inserted his left index finger into the White Tiger Spirit's forehead along the spot where the blood light had entered.

The innate spirit is actually both an entity and a spirit body, mainly depending on whose hands it falls on, when the blood light flies out of the vertical eye, the mask treasure light on Qin Bai's face is obviously weaker by no less than one-third, and when Qin Bai's left index finger is inserted into the forehead of the white tiger spirit, Qin Bai's whole person seems to be much weaker.

After nearly half an hour, Qin Bai weakly withdrew his index finger from the forehead of the White Tiger Spirit, and as Qin Bai's hind finger was withdrawn, the power of the White Tiger, which was originally like an entity, had completely turned into a ball of blood light.

Qin Bai didn't care about his own prostration, and directly threw the blood transformed by the spirit of the White Tiger in his hand towards the statue of the White Tiger Mountain in front of him.

As the blood light shot into the statue of the mountain god, a huge suction force was immediately generated in the entire hall, and countless red blood qi visible to the naked eye began to float in from outside the hall.

It was only then that Qin Bai retreated from the statue.