The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 500 Ghost Fairy
"More than half of them have fallen?"

Zhu Mingyao chewed over his words and said with some regret.

"Then it's still not enough, what a pity."

"Don't be too greedy, kid. How can a being that has achieved the status of a god be so easy to kill?"

The starlight flickered, and was pulled out from the surrounding void by an invisible suction force. It was cast into the huge green lotus and gathered into two hazy and incomplete human figures.

Chaotic whispers and shrill roars resonated and echoed on the human figure, as if they would explode and hurt people at any time. But before anything could happen, the vast blue lotus shrank rapidly, and in the blink of an eye it fell into a jade-like palm and disappeared.

At this time, Lai Henry and the other four Hualian elders also showed up and politely saluted the owner of the palm.

The visitor naturally has no other thoughts.

Lin Xuansheng smiled and shook his head, "To be able to achieve such a result is beyond our expectations. Nearly 90% of their spiritual energy has been left behind, and it will be difficult to recover within at least several decades.

And with the speed at which your spirit is recovering, I'm afraid you'll be able to handle it alone by that time."

After receiving the authoritative judgment, Zhu Mingyao's regret faded a lot, and he nodded in agreement:
"In short, it's a good thing that these two old antiques have only been resurrected for a short time. Although they seem to have integrated into modern society, their thinking patterns are still very rigid. I wonder how powerful the organizational power of the humble humans in their eyes can be after entering the information age."

Sometimes a philosophical concept is brought up over and over again... What is the most powerful thing in the world?
If it is a young man full of vigor, he will probably speak confidently about dreams and spirits, but if it is an old man who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, he may smile bitterly and lean towards the ruthless years.

But the middle-aged office workers who are struggling with the daily necessities will touch the scars on their bodies from being beaten by society and spit in anger:
“It’s the organization!”

That’s right, no matter how talented you are, as long as you are an isolated individual, you will be inferior in front of a huge organizational machine.

One hero, three gangs.

Even if there is a force like extraordinary factors that breaks the rules, a strong group behind it can still provide unexpected support.

For example, they had always limited their vigilance to the strong men from the New World, and they probably would not have thought that the person appearing before them was actually a master from a foreign land who was completely unrelated to them.

After all, in their time, beings of this level always confined themselves to their own territory, like wild beasts in nature, guarding against the sanctity of other areas.

As early as when it was confirmed that Calysop, the daughter of the sea, was eyeing Pan with the intention of seizing him for her own benefit, a big net had already been quietly spread.

With the operation of countless human resources, a large amount of fragmentary information was unearthed. Under the suggestion of Zhu Mingyao, relevant historians, folklorists, and mystic experts screened it. The traces left by the two ancient gods in history were gradually filled in with vivid images.

Several supercomputers and high-level fortune tellers will then make calculations and estimate their psychological likes and dislikes, and then prescribe the right medicine based on their behavioral patterns.

Technology and mystery go hand in hand, and after such careful planning, it finally turns into a chess game.

It can be said that from the moment they entered the game, the outcome of the game was no longer in doubt. The only difference in the outcome was whether the enemy was killed on the spot or escaped by luck.

As Zhu Mingyao was recalling, his body suddenly trembled slightly, and streams of green air rose above his head, suddenly appearing as mountains and forests, and suddenly appearing as herds of cattle and sheep.

"I won't say much else. You had a sudden inspiration this time and snatched the spoils that were reserved for you. You need to digest it carefully."

After briefly explaining the aftermath work, Lin Xuansheng waved his hand and a group of pavilions and towers floated like reflections in the water, disappearing with Zhu Mingyao in an instant.

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The breeze blew through the forest, blowing through the leaves. The numerous thin green bamboos blocked the skylight, casting down a bunch of dancing light and shadows. The young man sat down on the green grass in a relaxed and leisurely manner, concentrating on examining himself.

The foundation of the existence of the material world ultimately falls on matter. Even the body of a transcendent being is still flesh and blood in the biological sense.

At most, because of the infiltration of spiritual energy over a long period of time, they are stronger and healthier than ordinary individuals of the same type, and have various special abilities.

But at this moment, Zhu Mingyao closed his eyes and looked inward. Between his muscles and internal organs, a very faint golden-red light appeared out of nowhere, seeping into his limbs and bones, changing it bit by bit from the deepest part.

Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, stomach, gallbladder, marrow, eyes, ears, mouth, nose...

In the spiritual auspicious light that is invisible to the naked eye, one after another magnificent palaces, concrete and miniature, opened up, and many illusory bodies and gods in different forms either leaped around in joy, danced with swords and spears, or bowed their heads in greeting, holding seals and holding scepters, all responding to it.

Even though they were only a lower-level god clan in charge of animal husbandry in the mountains and forests, and had been in decline for a long time, the accumulation of Pan's origin was still an extremely astonishing number for ordinary human magicians.

More than half of the twenty-four gods in Huangting's inner scene have been accomplished, just like a skyscraper has laid the foundation and skeleton, and coupled with this generous gift, it is a natural result of long-term accumulation.

A certain kind of fresh power, with a refreshing breath like spring returning to the earth and the birth of all things, spreads out joyfully, pushing this body to gradually break away from flesh and bones and sublimate to a higher dimension.

The pace of this change is quite slow, but it has long-lasting effects. Zhu Mingyao roughly estimated that it would last for at least several years or even more than ten years.

A feeling of lightness surged into his heart, as if as long as he wanted, his soul could leave his body at any time and travel around the world.

Zhu Mingyao held his chin with his hand as if he had realized something, a complex smile of emotion and surprise on his face. Then he slowly stood up and cast his gaze towards a lush flower garden.

After many exchanges, Lin Xuansheng no longer hid anything and generously explained to him the details of this place, which was the prototype of the paradise.

The consumption of the Earth Immortal Method to construct the blessed land is extremely high, and coming here this time is convenient for both public and private reasons. Otherwise, as the top power of a big country, according to the tacit understanding formed in modern times, it is very taboo to take action on the territory of the other party without an official invitation.

No one wants a human-shaped nuclear bomb to wander around their head.

After seizing most of the heritage of the two ancient gods, the material sense of this space became more solid, and the laws became more perfect, with the sun, moon, day and night, and the rotation of the four seasons included.

For example, the bunch of double-petaled golden chrysanthemums in front of you are in full bloom and fragrant, just like the beautiful mid-autumn scenery in the outside world.

When the flower is ready to be picked, it must be picked immediately. As the almost transparent fingernails lightly stroke it, plant juice with the fresh scent of grass and trees flows out, and a flower as bright as pure gold is already in the hand.

The golden petals twisted softly, a cool and crisp fragrance floated in the air, and Zhu Mingyao turned his head silently.

It turned out that where he stood up, there was still a figure sitting cross-legged, breathing steadily, as if he was sleeping, calm and steady as a mountain.

That's him too.

"Reborn, there is a body outside the body, when gathered it becomes a form, when dispersed it becomes qi, this is the Yang Spirit.

A clear thought, the soul consciousness has not yet dispersed, like a dream or a shadow, similar to a ghost, this is the Yin spirit. "

Lin Xuansheng came over, his tone full of emotion and a hint of envy.

"Looking back at the Shangqing Sect over the past thousand years, I'm afraid there aren't many Yin Gods and Ghost Immortals in their early twenties..."

(End of this chapter)