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Chapter 366: Refining Divinity, [Famine] [Cold]

No matter how treacherous the evil wind above the temple is, it will never be able to blow against the small antique shop on the west coast.

The early morning sunlight shines through the crystal glass window of the bedroom, like strands of golden velvet, sweeping back and forth on the young man's face mischievously.

He squinted his eyes lazily, changed his position on the bed, and continued to explain while holding his mobile phone.

"...In short, when it comes to the entanglement between the official and the church, you should stay away."

"I understand. Aunt Irene said that now that things are out of control, there is no risk of silence. There are many factions within the government. They just sent someone to scare us and told us to keep our mouths shut." The girl A depressed and tired complaint came from the microphone.

After receiving a call from his little girlfriend to report that she was safe, after a brief chat, Zhu Mingyao coaxed her to go back to sleep.

Stretching out comfortably, he ravaged the quilt unconsciously, struggling hard in his heart. Success in practice and laziness are two completely different things.

It is human nature to like to stay in bed.

Business comes first, business comes first... After using all his strength to convince himself, the young man stood up like a vigorous carp and stood up steadily. He didn't bother to pull up his shoes and just stood on the floor gently.

But for practitioners who have climbed to a considerable height on the extraordinary path, the concept of the existence of gods is not so advanced that it is unattainable.

However, the light from the top is still an illusion, and the soaring clouds below may not necessarily be immortal... He murmured to himself with great self-knowledge.

The frosty white brilliance condensed into a piece of incomplete and cracked hexagonal snowflakes. Dots of ice dust were scattered, and the fierce cold was like the north wind whistling back and forth.

Above both, there was a layer of faint black smoke, and a vicious curse could be faintly heard. There seemed to be thousands of men, women, and children cursing and wailing.

According to the realm of Xuanmen, being able to fly into the air without falling with a breath of true energy, even if it is considered as a spiritual practice, was very good in ancient times.

Turn on the protection of the four spirits, and the ethereal and illusory fairy palace will arrive.

Or in layman’s terms…the prototype of divinity!
Thanks to the colonial era that lasted for hundreds of years, due to the widespread spread of monotheistic culture, at least within the Federation, people often equated the word "god" directly with lofty things such as "the supreme and unique truth of the universe".

This is not because his extraordinary physique is difficult to invade by cold and heat, but because a piece of fresh air like a lotus or a tangerine grew out of nowhere, supporting his bare feet an inch above the ground, making him appear magical and mysterious.

In early spring, the temperature in Jinzhou is still a bit chilly, and it is inevitable that the ground under bare feet will feel sad, but Zhu Mingyao's face looks as if nothing has happened.

Zhu Mingyao folded his hands together, and two groups of light, one gray and black and one frosty white, emerged, frozen and suspended in his palms.

The gray-black brilliance is shaped like a black hole, like a hungry ferocious beast, greedily sucking in all the vitality around it.

Suddenly he sank, like a phantom passing through several floors. The dim light in front of him changed, and his figure appeared on the altar in the basement.

This is the trophy he got back after traveling thousands of miles in response to his girlfriend's ritual, trying his best to act stupid in front of the senior masters, which is the last remaining spiritual essence of the Wendigo King.

Ordinary extraordinary people are naturally not qualified to contact the glorious paradise, Asgard, Olympus and other high-end houses.

But there is no absolute difference in strength level between the novices like tribal totems, indigenous ghosts and gods, and the strong among mortals.

Therefore, various schools in the East and the West have a considerable understanding of its essence. All gods must have the divinity of the domain they control. The Wendigo King in the New York underground is the sacrifice and warrior spirit who died in the battle with the colonists. It was created with the help of the large amount of faith power accumulated by the tribe.

Putting aside its combat power, in terms of personality level alone, it has barely crossed the line that separates gods and humans, so it also has corresponding domain power:

【Famine】【Cold】

If these two spiritual essences are fused with humans, as long as they don't care about the corruption and resentment caused by the hatred of genocide, they can immediately create two powerful superpowers. Of course, the mental state will be fine.

If it is obtained by an organization with shallow knowledge, it will probably have to be used in this way, creating at most two powerful thugs whose intelligence is about the same as that of a brainless person.

Even Zhu Mingyao had no other option a few months ago, but now he has another more cost-effective option.

The Sanyuan Palace was surrounded by auspicious light, and the doors opened. Colorless and transparent flames like glass ignited, wrapping two masses of divine essence and floating in leisurely.

The brain god Tai Huang, the forehead god Emperor Court, the hair god Cang Hua, the eyes are bright...

Lung God Haohua, Heart God Danyuan, Liver God Longyan, Kidney God Xuanming...

Muscle God Ten Thousand Arms, Skin God Iron City, Marrow God Zanghai, Blood God Chijiang...

From the upper scene to the middle scene and then to the lower scene, twenty-four Taoist palaces pass by in sequence.

Every time you pass through a palace, the strong resentment contained in the divinity is pulled out, and merged with the cinnabar and yellow paper figures, turning into warriors in black clothes and black armor. The horse-slaying sword accompanies the divine masters in various palaces, either solemn or emerging from the world.

With the appearance of these Xuanyi warriors, the originally empty Taoist palace gradually lost its desolation and became filled with vitality. In addition to the lights of the gods in the interior, the rest of the palace also became clear, no longer what it used to be. Instead of that hazy outline, it has a real texture.

A round of walking through the sky is equivalent to a water and land ceremony. He refines all the remaining resentments of the Indian natives and transcends them, and then uses their spiritual evolution to guard and fill the magic weapon. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Then comes the final step!
Zhu Mingyao calmly guided the black hole, which symbolized "famine", and carefully moved it into a palace that was all black and yellow and shaped like a pocket.

A bit of golden lightning struck, and the divine essence shattered. Thousands of talismans and seal texts boiled like boiling water, intertwining into obscure patterns, filled with information elements such as hunger, appetite, and devouring.

Zhu Mingyao frowned slightly, slowly released his magic power, forcibly suppressed the restless power, then formed the seal of the Supreme Laojun with his hands, and chanted softly:
"I use the essence of yin and yang, the treasure of creation, to transform into a god. I send heaven to control the destiny, control all directions, and summon the gods, as urgent as a law!"

The true text suddenly merged, and a god named Ran Ran appeared, clad in black and yellow brocade robes, with a wide body and a fat body, and a rich face.

With the help of similar spiritual concepts, [Weishen Yukang] was born. From then on, he can draw inspiration and nutrition from all food. Mountain flowers and wild grass are enough to satisfy his hunger. He can also eat a bucket of rice in one meal or go without food for ten days. He can also eat wind and drink dew over time. Immortality is the supreme skill of survival freaks!

Zhu Mingyao hesitated a little as to how to deal with the six-pointed snowflake that symbolized [cold].

Among the gods in Huangting Interior Scene, which ones are related to elements such as cold and low temperature?

Eyes? Brain God? They don't seem to match well...

(End of this chapter)