Pan Hao stood on the void, using his newly acquired power of heaven and earth, and a small tornado swept away all the scarlet smoke, which was firmly controlled by Pan Hao.

"This blood mist should absorb the blood of living creatures to strengthen its power, and the blood vitality in it can be refined and absorbed by monsters. In other words, there are monsters behind these Tibetan mountain tribes, and these Tibetan mountain tribes seem to be able to establish contact with unknown monsters when they pray, and come in to control the blood gourd. ”

Pan Hao kept deducing the information he got in his heart: "Could it be that there are monsters here who are also cultivating the power of faith." ”

Pan Hao waved his hand, the Tibetan mountain tribe below had no power to resist at all, the leader of the mountain barbarians was hit by Pan Hao's pale yellow divine light, and his originally energetic eyes suddenly became confused, and scenes flashed in the mind of the mountain barbarian leader, croaking and falling to the ground, to adulthood, through tribal training, standing out among hundreds of young and strong, becoming the current leader.

Pan Hao's divine power inspired the memories of the mountain barbarian leaders hidden in the bottom of his heart, and even the memories of many mountain barbarian leaders who had been forgotten for a long time were not omitted.

Suddenly, a scene made Pan Hao's eyes light up, there is an ancient tree in the blood tribe that has been called a sacrifice spirit, and it is said that this ancient tree has been passed down for thousands of years and is the guardian god of the tribe. Pan Hao saw this ancient tree in the mind of the leader of the mountain barbarians, the ancient tree was crystal red and blood-red, nine zhang high, the branches were like dragons, the leaves were sparse and sparsely dotted with ancient trees, crystal bright, and the blood was shining.

This ancient tree is called the Blood Spirit Tree by the elders of the Blood Tribe, and the Blood Spirit Tree is the foundation of the Blood Tribe, the foundation of survival in the mountains infested with poisonous insects and beasts. The Blood Tribe is one of the few tribes in the mountain range that has a sacrificial spirit, and the other Tibetan Mountain tribes are only weak tribes that cannot be favored by the sacrificial spirits, and once they have a sacrificial spirit, they can turn into a large tribe in a few decades, and a member of the large tribe of the Blood Tribe.

"Sacrifice spirits?"

Pan Hao's eyes flashed, revealing a look of surprise. In the era when fairy roads were rampant. Shinto actually left a trace here. Pan Hao found that in addition to guarding the tribe, the sacrificial spirits could not give divine magic, but they could sense their own magic weapons through the power of faith in the underworld and exert their power, and these magic weapons were invincible against ordinary mortals.

"Let's go!"

Pan Hao's hand shook, and the Tibetan mountain tribe present was shrouded in divine light, and Pan Hao used the ability of the heaven and earth picture scroll to sweep all the Tibetan mountain barbarians. The mountain barbarian who knelt on the ground and looked at Pan Hao in horror disappeared into the eyes of Chu Yongwang and the others in an instant.

Chu Yongwang and the others were shocked and excited, and sure enough, it was the gods who eradicated these murderous mountain barbarians. No, with a wave of his hand, the mountain barbarian who was still domineering and tyrannical just now didn't know where to go.

Pan Hao glanced at Chu Yongwang and the others who were kneeling down and chanting words in their mouths. Now that he has won the god position of Anding County, he will be crowned the god city god later, and the other management will naturally not have to worry about himself.

Pan Hao bowed his head slightly, and the whole person turned into a rainbow light and disappeared.

"I can't imagine that I can still see immortals in this life, what a pity!"

The old man in the village trembled and knelt down, looking at Pan Hao, who was full of radiant energy, and his muddy tears couldn't help but flow out. Pan Hao made a move at a critical juncture, and an extremely glorious and powerful mysterious image fell in the village, almost instantly. He has most of the devout believers.

Underworld!

A magnificent underworld towers, the city is surrounded by divine light, and the divine light is permeated, like a bright pearl in the dark underworld. Attract countless remnants of consciousness in the vicinity to take refuge. Ghosts can be seen everywhere in the originally empty underworld, but more ghosts are brought by the death of believers in the four counties.

During this time, Yang Shan also submitted the information of the remnant soul to Pan Hao, confirming that if he had a ghost with a lot of merit in his lifetime, there was a certain chance of escaping the fallen Huangquan. And the fact that a certain consciousness is preserved. However, this also made Pan Hao have more conjectures about merit, and Pan Hao can preliminarily perceive that there are at least two kinds of merit in this world. It seems that one is for the merits within the human race, while the other is for the merits of the great virtues of heaven and earth.

These two merits may seem similar, but there are many differences. Pan Hao has a strong interest in the existence of this heaven and earth, the gods are the agents of the will of heaven and earth, and the more he explores the level of this world, the more he can go further on the path of transcendence from the gods.

It's a pity that the current Pan Hao's cultivation is too low, and he can't set foot in the information of a higher realm.

In the gray underworld, suddenly eighteen stars turned red into light and fell from the sky, rushing towards the magnificent underworld. One county and eighteen counties, this is the eighteen county god of Anding County, at this time the god turned into a meteor and fell.

The gods in the underworld were the first to notice that there was a red light on Yang Shan's body that turned into a faint light, wearing an official uniform, and his face was majestic. At this time, he raised his head and couldn't help but smile faintly when he saw the eighteen gods falling from the sky. At the moment when the Book of Life and Death was promoted, he knew that the jurisdiction of the Dao in the underworld had increased a lot since then.

At the same time, it also means that a new god has appeared, and this time it is the five counties. The Great Song Dynasty is divided into Kyushu, one state and nine counties, which means that more than half of the states already have Shinto existence, and in the future, the Shinto Yin Division will be spread all over the Great Song Dynasty, and even break out of the Great Song Dynasty and spread towards other powerful dynasties.

Thinking of this, Yang Shan couldn't help but be excited, for Shinto, this is just the beginning, and there is still a long way to go in the future. After Yang Shan, the judges and ghosts also raised their heads one after another, and saw the Divine Light Divine Throne that was already approaching.

"Boom!"

The eighteen gods fell on the bodies of the eighteen men, and in an instant, the eighteen bodies were full of light, and the light red divine light exploded, as if the eighteen red sunsets on the place, a gorgeous and sacred. Eighteen men turned into the official uniform of the county god, the aura on their bodies skyrocketed, the divine power was like a prison, and the aura of union pressed the weak ghosts nearby to their knees involuntarily.

"Lord Xie's favor!"

Eighteen city gods from Anding County bowed and saluted, their voices pious and excited. From then on, they were separated from the mortal world and had the status of noble gods.

"Hmm!"

A low, majestic voice rang in their ears and vanished. The eighteen city gods got the meaning of Pan Hao, and saluted Yang Shan and the judge and others in the distance, and their bodies jumped, turning into eighteen red rainbow lights and rushing into the sky, rushing towards the gap between the underworld and the world, and disappearing into the underworld.

Pan Hao's eyes were deep, and he dealt with the matter of Xinchenghuang in the blink of an eye. Pan Hao held the heaven and earth painting scroll in his left hand, and played with a crystal blood-red jade gourd in his right hand. This pattern is very similar to that in the Divine Court Sect, it is a product between the Divine Dao and the Immortal Dao, but it can crudely touch the threshold of faith and willingness.

Countless sons of heaven in ancient times wanted to walk out of a path of detachment, although they did not succeed, but they also walked out of a different kind of wonderful way on the road of Shinto. Although the ancient sages took action to stop it, there are still many things that remain, which have gone through a long time and have been inherited by future generations in the dust of history, and have not been completely extinguished.

Pan Hao turned into rainbow light very quickly, and he had already penetrated deep into the interior of the mountain range in a short time. This mountain range stretches for hundreds of miles, and the ancient trees are tall and stout, like a giant umbrella, blocking out the sun. There are many poisonous insects and beasts in the mountains, and there is no shortage of monsters and monsters that have become spirits. And the Blood Spirit Tree in the Blood Tribe is one of them.

The whole mountain range exudes an air of desolation and wildness, giving the illusion of returning to ancient desolation.

Pan Hao stopped at the top of an ancient forest, under the ancient forest was an open and gentle area, on which many houses were built, there were many men covered with green runes in and out of the ancient forest, bringing back the prey in their hands, and children were practicing short spear throwing hard, there were women handling prey, and there were old men praying under a blood-red ancient tree with crutches.

If you ignore the mountains of dead bones around the ancient trees, it looks like it's thriving. Pan Hao's eyes swept over the blood-red ancient tree, and he saw that the body of this ancient tree was crystal clear, like a glass red jade, with a blood-red luster circulating, very luxurious, and there was no evil aura.

But around the ancient tree, there are dense dry bones, some in human shape, some in the shape of beasts, some of which have rotted, but some of which are still as white as new. And when Pan Hao first arrived, with a few screams, several strong Blood Tribe men cut off the heads of several men and knelt down to worship the ancient tree.

The men who were slain were also dressed like uncivilized barbarians, presumably capturing members of other tribes. As the head and body parted, the ancient tree, which had been standing quietly, suddenly moved slightly.

Zizi's voice sounded, and the blood mist rose and was absorbed by the ancient tree, leaving a few white skeletons in place, and the ancient tree fell silent again. (To be continued......)