Bringing the farm to another world

Turner Spiro was actually very depressed in his heart. He was not depressed because he had turned into a dead spirit. In fact, he was very happy about this. Turning into a dead spirit meant that he had become immortal, which meant that he could live longer. The reason why he was depressed was that he had failed and the demons had been killed. Although he knew that the demons were immortal and could be resurrected, Turner knew very well that even if the demons were resurrected, he would not be able to borrow the power of the demons, because he was already a dead spirit and a vassal of Zhao Hai, so he could not believe in the demons. All his strength came from his belief in the demons. If he can no longer believe in the Demon God, then he will have no power. In fact, he has no power now, just like an ordinary old man. In fact, he is not very old, but because he has no power, and when he believed in the Demon God before, the Demon God failed, and his vitality was severely damaged, so he became like this. He is only in his seventies today. At this age, in the world of God's servants, he can only be regarded as a young man, but now he is a faceless old man. If Zhao Hai hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and directly turned him into a dead spirit, he would have died. So he was still very grateful to Zhao Hai, but he lost all his power, which made him very depressed.

He knew that he could practice the Blood Killing Sect's technique, but he had been practicing the God Servant Realm's practice method since he was a child. He still had many places where he was not used to the Blood Killing Sect's practice method, and he felt that his practice of the Blood Killing Sect's technique was too slow, because his talent was not good, and because of his physical condition, although he was now a member of the Undead Clan, he did not have any strength, which gave him a headache. These days he visited the Blood Killing Sect and learned about the situation of the Blood Killing Sect. At the same time, he was also thinking about switching to practice techniques, but his heart was still a little depressed. He felt that even if he practiced for a hundred years, he would not be able to help Zhao Hai. This really made him very depressed. He was a member of the Undead Clan. If he could not help Zhao Hai, it would be useless. This was exactly the reason why he was most depressed, so after he finished practicing that day, he walked out of his room. He was going to walk around, take a look, and relax. His current mentality was much different from that of the Blood Killing Sect disciples. The disciples of the Blood Killing Sect were all positive, but he was very depressed and very depressed.

Just as he was walking forward, suddenly a disciple of the Blood Killing Sect came to his side. The disciple glanced at Turner and said, "Turner, what's wrong with you? You look like something is on your mind?" There was no conflict of interest among the disciples of the Blood Killing Sect, so everyone took care of each other. There were many other disciples where Turner lived, and all of them were old disciples of the Blood Killing Sect. These old disciples did not look at Turner strangely because he was wearing a mask, nor did they look down on him because he looked very old. They were still very caring towards Turner, and this was what Turner was most satisfied with.

When Turner heard what the man said, he immediately said, "Oh, Senior Brother Sun, I'm fine. I just practiced too slowly. You know, the technique I practiced before was very special. It was completely based on the power of the gods. But now all my original power has disappeared. I'm starting from scratch, so I'm not used to it."

When Senior Brother Sun heard him say this, he couldn't help but comfort him, "It's okay, you are a member of the Undead clan now, and your life is extremely long. What do you have to worry about? Just practice with peace of mind, and sooner or later you will catch up with us. By the way, can you tell me about your previous practice method? How did you borrow power from the gods? Do you mean that you can practice by borrowing power directly from the gods? This sounds similar to the Shadow Clan." Senior Brother Sun also knew that Turner must know about the Shadow Clan, because Turner joined the Blood Killing Sect, so it was impossible for him not to know the history of the Blood Killing Sect. The history of the Blood Killing Sect cannot be avoided by the Shadow Clan, so Turner must know the Shadow Clan. Therefore, when he talked about the Shadow Clan, he was not afraid that Turner would not understand what he meant.

Turner said, "Our way of cultivation is actually very simple. We pray to the gods and help them preach. In this way, the gods will be happy to give us power. Only we can use this method. People in other human worlds seem to have failed when using it. We don't know why. There is a legend in the world of servants of gods that people in our world of servants of gods can communicate with the realm of gods, so we can borrow the power of gods, and other people can't communicate with the realm of gods, and of course they can't borrow the power of gods, so they can't practice our exercises. I don't know if this legend is true, but one thing is true, that is, people from the other six realms really can't practice our exercises." Turner didn't hide anything and directly told them about his own practice. There was indeed such a legend in the world of servants of gods, and people from the other six realms really couldn't practice using the methods of the world of servants of gods. Everything Turner said was true, and he didn't know why.

After hearing what Turner said, Senior Brother Sun couldn't help but nodded, and then he said, "This is quite interesting. If there really is a realm of gods, that would be great. At that time, under the leadership of the sect leader, we will definitely charge into the realm of gods and destroy all the gods in the realm of gods. Then we will become the gods ourselves. By that time, maybe someone will use this method to borrow our power for cultivation, hahahaha." Senior Brother Sun was joking of course, so he laughed at the end of his words.

The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. When Senior Brother Sun was laughing, Turner's eyes lit up. He immediately turned to look at Senior Brother Sun and said, "By the way, Senior Brother Sun, I heard that there are some fellow brothers in the sect who regard the young master as a god and offer incense to him. Is that true?" Turner had heard of this before, but he did not take it seriously at the time. But now he suddenly had a bold idea, so he asked, and his words made Senior Brother Sun slightly stunned.

Senior Brother Sun then nodded and said, "It's true. There are many people in the sect who regard the sect master as a god, but the sect doesn't encourage everyone to do so, so under normal circumstances, everyone will only worship secretly. In fact, the sect just turns a blind eye to this matter. There is also a statue of the sect master in the sect, and everyone will go to worship from time to time, and no one will care."

The joy in Turner's eyes became even stronger, and he immediately said, "I have joined the sect for a few days, and I haven't seen this statue yet. Can I go and see it?" Turner tried to keep his tone as calm as possible when he said this.

But Senior Brother Sun smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take you there now. You probably don't know where it is. I'll take you there once and you'll know. Let's go." After he waved his hand, the two of them disappeared. When they reappeared, they were already in front of the statue of Zhao Hai. This statue was originally placed in the center of the Xuanwu space, but as the Xuanwu space became larger and larger, the location of the statue was no longer the center. However, there were many disciples who came here every day. They all came to worship the statue. There were people cleaning the statue every day. There was a huge square around the statue. With this huge statue, the whole statue looked even bigger. Countless disciples came to worship every day.

The Blood Killing Sect would not care about this kind of thing. Zhao Hai tried to care about it at the beginning, but later when he saw that there were too many people coming to worship, he stopped caring. So now there are more people coming to worship the statue, and their strength is also stronger.

When Senior Brother Sun and Turner arrived at the square, Turner saw the huge statue. He knelt down excitedly and bowed to the statue. Senior Brother Sun also bowed down. After the two bowed three times, Turner stood up. Senior Brother Sun said to Turner, "This is the statue of the sect master. People come to worship here every day. If you want to worship, it's okay even if you come every day. Let's go and take a look around."

Turner stood up, responded, and followed Senior Brother Sun to walk around. Senior Brother Sun continued, "In addition to the statue, there is also the Dao Mountain. That's also where we all go. There is a Dao written by the sect master himself. Looking at this Dao can make our comprehension of the skills make greater progress, so that's where many disciples have been."

Turner nodded, but his mind was no longer here. He wanted to go back and give it a try to see if his previous idea was useful. Senior Brother Sun didn't know this. He led Turner forward quietly. After visiting for a while, the two went back.

When they returned to the area where they lived, Turner found an excuse and went straight back to his room. As soon as he returned to his room, Turner took two deep breaths, and then he immediately went to his room. As soon as he arrived in his room, Turner directly entered the real illusion. Then he looked carefully in the real illusion. He wanted to see if there was a small statue of Zhao Hai in the real illusion. He really found it. In the real illusion, there really was a small statue of Zhao Hai, and it was made of jade, very beautiful. Turner directly chose a small statue, and then he took the small statue out and took it to his room, then he found a place in the room and placed the statue on it, and then he bowed to the statue several times, but then he was a little confused, because he didn't know what to do next.

  Usually when he reached this step, he would start praying, but now, he stopped because he had no way to pray. Prayer requires words, but he didn't have any. He didn't know what to do for a moment. After a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he murmured: "If I don't have prayers, I can write them myself. I will write my own prayers and doctrines. I want to preach. In this way, can I really start practicing? If so, can the young master really become a god?" (End of this chapter)