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Chapter 605: How to Fight for the Godly Position

The sky was covered with yellow sand. Fine sand fell and covered Yang Zhao's head and face, but she didn't care about it.

The one-horned lion was not there.

He sent out his spiritual sense to search everywhere and finally found the giant one-horned lion more than 200 meters away from the boulder platform.

"Yang Yun, Yang Yun!"

With a wave of his sleeves, Yang Zhao swept away the dust within a radius of four or five hundred meters and pounced forward.

At this time, the big lion shrunk to more than ten meters in length, and was completely covered by sand and dust. Bits of spiritual light floated from his body and scattered like fireflies.

Brushing off the sand and dirt on its body revealed its skinny body, with dry and frizzy fur drooping, revealing a bit of death.

But even so, Yang Yun still couldn't break free.

"Yang Yun, you must come out, you must come out! If you don't come out, you will really die here!"

"Think about your parents. Would you be willing to let them send their children off?"

"Yang Yun, if you really die here, it will be difficult for me to collect your body!"

After circling the lion a few times, Yang Zhao turned around and aimed the gun at another one.

"Big Lion, I know you can hear me."

"I have good intentions. As long as you let my brother go, if you have any problems, I will break into pieces to help you achieve it!"

"But if you want to fight to the death."

Yang Zhao was not polite: "I might as well tell you, even if you win you will still be dead."

"Look over there on the stone platform. That's the elder of my tribe."

"He can't pull Yang Yun away from you, but killing you is easy!"

Zhao Zhi sat steadily on the stone platform, and did not comment on Yang Zhao's move of borrowing the tiger's skin.

But no matter whether it was begging or threatening, the shrunken lion just lay quietly on the yellow sand, as indifferent as if it were dead.

But Yang Zhao knew that the big lion was not dead yet.

Time is a thin thread, tightening around Yang Zhao's neck little by little. Fear surges in her heart like a tide, washing away Yang Chao's sanity.

With a shake of his wrist, Yang Zhao summoned the Dragon Spear, and stabbed with the spear.

clang!

The dragon spear pierced the lion, making a sound of metal collision. Before Yang Zhao could withdraw his hand, a hurricane tore through the space and knocked him out.

Steadying his body in mid-air, Yang Zhao tried to rush forward with his spear.

"Yang Zhao, stop!"

Yang Zhao's body stiffened and he was trapped in mid-air.

In the distance, Zhao Zhi's voice came slowly.

"Yang Zhao, this is a critical moment for your brother, don't make trouble, or you may end up making things worse."

Yang Zhao, who was unable to move, had his eyelashes trembling slightly, and suddenly tears fell, leaving two sand marks on his face.

"Senior, please put me down. I understand. I won't be impulsive again."

The strength on his body loosened quietly, Yang Zhao wiped away his tears and flew to the side of the big lion, and with the Jiaolong Spear, he reached the top of the big lion's head.

"Yang Yun, you must hold on. You really can't die, you know? You can't die."

"If you die, your parents will not only lose their son, but also their daughter."

"If you come out with me, you can't go back. How can I face my parents..."

"How do you want me to tell my parents about your death..."

"Yang Yun, you said you don't even have a girlfriend. If you don't hold on, you will be a single ghost after you die. How unfair your life will be."

"Yang Yun..."

puff.

A strange sound was heard, and Yang Zhao pricked up his ears, his pair of scarlet eyes widened, staring at the big lion vigilantly.

The big lion was lying there motionless, without any movement.

He walked around the big lion and didn't hear any unusual noises coming from anywhere.

Even so, Yang Zhao did not dare to slack off. She was a Jindan stage cultivator and it was impossible for her ears to have heard it wrong.

Time passed by minute by minute, and he didn't know how long it had been before Yang Zhao felt irritable again.

puff!
His eyes suddenly lit up, and Yang Zhao turned the gun tip to the right side of the big lion. A needle-like wound appeared on the skin on the inside of the big lion's hind leg.

There was not a trace of blood around the wound.

Staring at the tiny wound, Yang Zhao wished he could become smaller and crawl into it.

Soon, the third tone, the fourth tone...

There was no sound, and then there was a pinhole-sized wound on the lion's body.

Yang Chao was in a dilemma. He didn't know whether this injury was good or bad for Yang Yun.

I can only walk between hope and despair.

But no matter whether it was good or bad, this was a matter that a small person like her could not interfere with.

There was no moment that made her so desperate, and there was no moment that made her want to become stronger so much.

Poof, poof.

The fourth tone, the fifth tone...

The fourth wound, the fifth wound.

The intervals between these sounds were getting closer and closer.

It didn't seem to take long from the last sound to the next one, until they became a series of crackling sounds like firecrackers.

While looking for love, the big lion's body was covered with tiny wounds. As the wounds increased, its hair began to fall off gradually.

I don’t know if the wind from the drink can blow it away, and the hairs are scattered in the air and broken into fine sand.

Pong!
A loud explosion sounded from the lion's abdomen, and a large piece of flesh fell to the ground, instantly turning into sand.

If you look closely at the wound on the fisherman's abdomen, you can see a small wind raging in the wound.

This is the wind. Was the lion's wound opened by the wind? !

Peng! Peng! Peng!
Head, shoulders, neck, ribs, and back.

A small whirlwind rushed out of the lion's body and disappeared.

But soon another whirlwind began to stir, breaking free from its original restraints and dissipating between heaven and earth.

Pieces of flesh were torn apart by the whirlwind, leaving only a pitch-black skeleton inside. If you look closely, you can find a slight breeze lingering between the bones.

Only the single horn on the lion's head retains its original color.

Without Yang Yun,

The skeleton lay there empty, but there was no sign of Yang Yun.

The fear slowly rose, flooding Yang Zhao's mouth and nose, blocking her breathing.

Her whole body was stiff, her hands and feet were cold, she dared not move, and even her breathing stopped.

Whistle, rustle, rustle.

The faint sound of ants gnawing came from the bones, crawling densely onto people's ears.

call.

Strong winds suddenly blew up from all directions, making Yang Zhao's clothes rustle.

In the sound of the wind, the skeleton of the big lion began to shatter bit by bit, starting from its tail, like porcelain.

When my spine was broken, a huge axe appeared from nowhere and fell into the sea of ​​sand with a plop. In an instant, I was buried by the sand and dust blown up by the strong wind.

The wind around was getting stronger and stronger, and the dust was rising into the sky again.

Ribcage, forelimbs, cervical vertebrae, skull. Boom.

Dujiao fell down with Yang Yun.

Yang Zhao rushed forward and threw himself beside Yang Yun.

"Yang Yun!"

Amidst the wind and sand, Yang Yun lay on the sand with his eyes closed, motionless and no one knew whether he was alive or dead.

Yang Zhao stretched out his hand and touched Yang Yun's face with trembling hands.

hot!

She moved her hand down and placed it on the left side of Yang Yun's neck.

Live!

Under his fingers, Yang Yun's carotid artery was beating strongly.

Huh~!
After slowly exhaling a breath of foul air, Yang Zhao's respiratory organs finally remembered to work.

"Clap~"

A slap landed lightly on Yang Yun's forehead, and Yang Zhao sobbed.

"You scared me to death! You have to compensate me for my mental damage, do you know that?"

After crying twice, Yang Zhao was suddenly startled and summoned a large hollow water ball with one hand.

The water ball rolled and wrapped around Yang Yun. The next moment, Yang Zhao appeared under the stone platform with the water ball.

"Senior, please..."

"No need to say more."

Zhao Zhi interrupted Yang Zhao and said, "Come up, I'll show him."

With a flash, Yang Zhao carried the water ball onto the stone platform and appeared in front of Zhao Zhi.

"Thank you, senior. Please take a look."

Zhao Zhi took a quick look and said, "He's in good physical condition. He should wake up in three to five hours."

"But after waking up, he had a little trouble."

Yang Zhao's heart, which had just been at ease, suddenly became tense again, and his lips even trembled a little.

These were just minor troubles in Zhao Zhi's eyes, but what kind of disaster would it be for Yang Yun?
"Wh...what trouble?"

"He was building his foundation for a hundred days before, but now it seems that it has been interrupted."

Ah? Yang Zhao's mind went blank for a few seconds, and he finally remembered Yang Yun's 100-day foundation building.

Yang Yun’s hundred-day foundation-building was interrupted!

"Senior, do you know any treatment methods? Or any medicine that can help me continue the 100-day foundation-building process?"

"Method?"

This question stumped Zhao Zhi: "I am thousands of years old and have long forgotten how I spent my Qi Refining Period, let alone how to treat it."

"Every profession has its own specialty. You should take him to see a doctor. Don't worry, his life is not in danger. At most, his training will be a little slow."

Yang Zhao pursed his lips and thanked him in a deep voice.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

Looking at Yang Yun who was sleeping in the water ball, Yang Zhao was silent for a while, then looked down at the four little bean people who surrounded him silently.

"Each of you should go back and report to your family that you are safe, and tell them to take back what Senior Zhao said earlier."

"Yes."

Poof, the small bean paste turned into a traction bean and fell onto the stone platform.

Waving his hand to put away the traction beans, Yang Zhao returned to his plan with the water ball and calmed down.

"Senior, now can you tell me how to fight for the throne?"

"Are you ready?" In Zhao Zhi's opinion, Yang Zhao was not in a good condition.

"Senior, please tell me."

"It's actually quite simple to explain." Zhao Zhi tapped the teacup with his fingers and spoke slowly to Yang Zhao.

"In theory, as long as you can enter the land of clan souls, you can compete for the position of god."

To compete for the throne of God, one must first inherit the Taoist tradition.

Inheriting the Taoist tradition is also simple.

If one wants to inherit a certain Taoist tradition, one must first find the Taoist temple of that deity. The seeker must bathe, change clothes, burn incense and pray for seven days.

The content of the prayer is to praise the deity, saying that he helps the poor and the needy and has a Taoist spirit.

Then praise yourself again, saying how naturally intelligent, gifted, hardworking and competitive, and use whatever good words you can to describe yourself.

Then let’s talk about how after inheriting the Taoist tradition, we must not forget our ancestors and carry forward their legacy.

Anyway, say something nice to yourself.

Then he entered the land of clan souls and repeated to the statue of the immortal what he had said in the Taoist temple.

"Now that the immortals are gone, basically everyone who wasn't particularly stingy before will have their Taoism passed down. If it doesn't work, just ask a few more times."

A hint of loneliness appeared in Zhao Zhi's eyes.

"There is no immortal on the throne, this tradition will be passed down sooner or later."

Then the cultivators followed the Taoist tradition, held an altar to offer sacrifices and asked the heavens if they could compete for the throne.

"This is the most difficult step. You can't fight for the position of God just because you have a Taoist tradition. You need the permission of heaven and earth to do so."

The Taoist tradition is good and the throne is hard to fight for.

"Many people can't get past this point, so they switch to another deity to ask."

Yang Zhao frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.

"If the gods are gone, who will tell the cultivators whether they can fight for the throne?"

Zhao Zhi's eyes curved slightly and he asked calmly.

"Think about it again, is it true?"

Who else? It can't be Huang Tian who answered that Cang Tian is dead and Huang Tian should be established!

The gods are dead...

Yang Zhao chattered and slowly uttered a few words.

"The gods on the throne will respond..."

Although the gods are dead, the faith of the common people has not died. The thoughts of all living beings will lift the "true" god in the hearts of the people to the throne of god.

Like the Great Sage.

It's just that this 'true' God has no consciousness and no entity.

When all people forget the past of this god, that will be the day when the throne of the god collapses.

"Some people are very popular with the gods, and many gods fight over them when they pray."

"Some people just can't do that. Even if they worship from beginning to end in the land of clan souls, even the land god may not agree."

As she spoke, Zhao Zhi looked at Yang Zhao, who had a serious expression on his face, and smiled.

"Although there is no way out in the fight for the throne, there are many benefits."

"When you enter the battle for the throne, the authority attached to the throne will be transferred down to you little by little."

"This is a huge benefit for monks."

This is a new word. Yang Zhao has not heard of this information since he started practicing Taoism.

"authority?"