Conferred Gods: Starting from the Third Prince Long

Chapter 145
  "The souls of heroes who died in battle are not allowed to be controlled, nor are they allowed to be reincarnated?"

Ao Bing raised his eyebrows in surprise, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

Logically speaking, as a minister, he should not speculate on his superiors' intentions.

But sometimes when I see it, I can’t help but think more about it.

Haotian God, what does this mean?

Nowadays, there are wars everywhere in Nanzhanbuzhou, and the most fierce ones are of course the Yin Shang and Xiqi countries.

But the hero's soul is dead, and he doesn't care about it when he reaches the underworld. Could it be that there is some other deeper meaning?

After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't think of a solution and couldn't help but shake his head.

Forget it, who can guess what Haotian is thinking?
  Instead of wasting your brains, it’s better to take care of your own land first.

He looked at the headless ghost and took out a pile of urns from the secret bag of the Lord of the Underworld.

As the saying goes, "Beijing officials are at the third level."

Even if the officials in heaven are of the same rank, they will still be superior to others in the underworld.

With his rank as a fourth-rank official, it was quite easy to handle the headless roll in front of him.

"These are the people who were killed by the underworld king because of his evil deeds. You took the urn and helped them find a good family to care for them."

The headless ghost Nuonuo agreed and asked a group of men to put away the jar.

Ao Bing then said: "In this ghost country, there are many innocent souls who have been stranded for thousands of years. We should deal with those who can be dealt with first, and do not slow down or delay the work."

"You know, I will handle it well."

If the Heavenly Admiral talks about it, the Yin Division will always give him a bit of a thumbs down.

What's more, what he said was mature, so the other party naturally agreed readily.

Ao Bing nodded, finally no longer delaying, said goodbye to each other, and flew to Yuyang Kingdom by cloud.

Long Wu took away the "Xuanyin Treasure Vase" and "Lost Money", and he must be waiting for news about him at Lilong Temple now, and he needs to rush back as soon as possible.

As soon as he left, the headless ghost also led the ghost messengers to detain the ghost people, big and small, and headed for the underworld in a mighty manner.

When a group of people left like a whirlwind, leaving only an empty ruin in the ghost country.

The thick clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing the brilliant sunset. The red clouds sprinkled the afterglow, illuminating the world dimly and mottled.

At this moment, a breeze suddenly blew through the palace.

On top of the ruins, a one-armed old man with cloudy eyes appeared.

He has a stooped back, wears a linen Taoist robe, wears a pair of coarse linen shoes, and carries it on his back with one arm.

Looking at the ruins in front of him, he shook his head slightly:

"There are still six ghost king vacancies in the Ten Kings Formation, and now we have lost the 'Wagon King'. Everything is really going wrong!"

The old man looked gloomily in the direction of Yuyang Kingdom.

He knew Ao Bing was there, but he didn't dare to show up and chase him.

"This kid has a flying knife that kills immortals and can defeat my ghost path, but he is a difficult character."

After saying that, his eyes couldn't help but look in a certain direction.

Wa palace.

Empress Nuwa was lying leisurely in the Nuan Pavilion when she suddenly noticed a sense of prying eyes and couldn't help but open her beautiful eyes.

next second.

The sense of voyeurism disappeared instantly without a trace.

The corners of her lips were slightly raised, revealing a smile that confuses all living beings, "Since you like to hide, you should hide for the rest of your life, why come out and show off."

The voice was clear, as if it was echoing in the old man's ears from thousands of miles away.

The one-armed old man broke into a cold sweat and quickly turned his eyes away in panic.

The sound then became vague and non-existent until it completely disappeared.

"This 'Heaven Sees and the Earth Listens to Dafa' is really terrifying. Just by looking at her, Jing can feel it."

He shook his head and sighed, the pressure in his heart became heavier and heavier, and his only remaining right hand unconsciously touched the place where the broken arm was.

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  Yuyang country.

Lilong Temple.

Ao Bing rode on the clouds and fog, returned to the original path, and came to the back hall of the temple.

At that time, Long Wu had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing him, a smile appeared on his face and he hurriedly came up to him.

"Prince, I am lucky enough to live up to my destiny. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Ao Bing smiled and nodded, very satisfied with his performance.

"Where is the Xuanyin Treasure Vase?"

Long Wu woke up and took out a palm-sized porcelain bottle from the leopard skin bag. It is shaped like a gourd, with the sun, moon, stars and all the phases of the sky printed on it.

He picked up the bottle and looked around. He felt it was cold and heavy in his hand, and it was filled with unknown liquid.

But when he opened the lid and looked again, he found nothing.

"Obviously there is something?"

He tossed and turned and couldn't figure out the doorway inside, so he had to give up.

"I believe that Nuwa's things must be mystical and mysterious. I can't see them."

Then he put the vase into his bag.

Long Wu handed over Luobao money and the Qiankun circle, and he also accepted them.

"You did a good job this time. I am not a man who breaks his promises."

He looked at Long Wu, and in the other's expectant eyes, he stretched out his index finger.

As the magic power circulated, traces of blood seeped out from the pores and condensed into a bean-sized drop.

The moment blood appears.

The strange fragrance trembled, and the blood beads swayed, squirming at the fingertips, as if they were alive.

Long Wu stared at the blood, his eyes revealing longing.

Dragons are a naturally noble species.

Compared with ordinary fish and shrimp monsters, although they are in the same world, they are lives of a completely different level.

Even just a drop of urine can turn a fish into a dragon.

But the dragon made like that has three claws.

In terms of qualifications, talents, magical powers, etc., they are all at the bottom of the Dragon Clan.

What he obtained now was not the dragon's excrement, but the essence and blood in its body.

The degree of rarity is extraordinary.

Maybe he can achieve something even greater and be reborn as a four-clawed dragon.

Although it is not as powerful as a five-clawed real dragon, it is still enough to be proud of the world.

Ao Bing gave him the dragon blood, "The promotion of bloodline does not happen overnight, it takes time to accumulate and accumulate.

With your qualifications, it would take three to four hundred years to refine the dragon's blood and the Eight Treasures Golden Pill. "

Long Wu smiled, not realizing how long the time was:

"If you can transform into a dragon within a few hundred years, you can make a lot of money even if you are small."

"The mentality is pretty good."

Ao Bing admires this kind of young man very much. The most taboo in Taoism is being impatient.

If his cousins ​​were more calm-tempered, they would have accomplished a lot long ago.

I was so in love that I couldn't help but take the time to give some advice and teach him some tips on how to transform into a dragon.

Long Wu was extremely grateful, and when Ao Bing was about to leave, he kept asking him to stay.

The prince didn't have time to waste time with him, so he just told him to practice hard and then flew away on a cloud.

When he flew out of Beiju Luzhou, he happened to bump into Nuwa.

The other party was riding a Qingluan, accompanied by fairy boys and beautiful maidens, who seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.

"Ao Bing, you are very efficient."

The ethereal voice echoed in the sky, and Nuwa stretched out her slender hand and raised her hand.

The leopard skin bag on his waist suddenly trembled, a green light emitted, and fell into the opponent's hand.

The light dissipated and turned into the "Xuanyin Treasure Vase".

"The Xuanyin true water combined with the underworld earth, and then using my power of mediating creation, can combine to create a new soul."

"Also ask the empress to make a move!"

Ao Bing clasped his fists with a very respectful expression.

It's done, it's time to fulfill the promise.

After the soul in the underworld is filled up, he can show his face in front of God Haotian.

Once you complete the Conferred Gods and gain enough prestige, your promotion to the Heavenly King will be almost certain.

Putting the bottle in her sleeve, Nuwa was not in a hurry, but stared at Ao Bing leisurely:

"I heard that you are very close to Long Ji, the daughter of Haotian God?"

"Hmm, ah?" Ao Bing was stunned for a moment, looking a little surprised, "Why do you ask this?"

(End of this chapter)