The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 339: God's Body
Although there was a slight hesitation, it was only a slight one, so after a pause, the old man dressed in bird feathers turned around.

Just after he turned around.

The other young men behind him couldn't help but look at each other, seeming to be extremely surprised.

Just at this time.

All I saw was the old man dressed in bird feathers, talking for a while in a language that ordinary people could not understand.

After a while.

The others dispersed.

Only the old man in a robe made of bird feathers led Song Feng deeper into the forest.

Take a few steps forward.

Then, the old man dressed in bird feathers spoke softly:
"...You can call me Dakomu."

After hearing what Dakmu said, Song Feng nodded, and then Huiying said:
"My name is Song Feng."

Just like that, after both parties announced their names, the atmosphere of confrontation between them suddenly disappeared.

Both of them have extraordinary leg strength.

Climb over mountains and cross over rivers.

But in the blink of an eye, they crossed three mountains and came to a strange-looking valley.

Looking at the deep valley.

For a moment, Song Feng seemed to sense something and said:
“…and you hid Him here?”

After hearing what Song Feng said, Dakmu seemed to have realized something and was silent for a while:

"Times have changed now, and we have no choice but to do this."

Although it is indeed disrespectful to Him to bring Him out and place Him in such a deep valley.

But as a god to be worshipped.

These few bloodlines they have left have already tried very hard.

In the past, there was no response from the gods at all. Now, being able to ask the gods to send down some thoughts is already very extraordinary.

Across a long mountain stream.

But in the blink of an eye, they had arrived at a valley deep in the mountains.

"It's here!"

After taking a look at the cave, Dakomu sighed deeply.

Feel the breath in the cave.

Feeling the strange power that seemed to be vaguely emanating from the cave, Song Feng could no longer suppress the smile on his lips.

"Please invite the power of the gods from the Yin-Yang world to cleanse all consciousness that exists in reality and use it as a body for the descent into the world."

"That is to say, the spiritual energy has already been exhausted. Otherwise, once this body is released, all the ghosts and gods within a radius of thousands of miles will fall into a frenzy."

After observing closely, he already understood what methods this group of people used and what operations they came up with.

But it has to be said.

Most people can't handle operations like this.

At least he's not very good at it.

Because in order to achieve this, there must really be a response from the gods.

Don't worry about whether it is an evil god or a righteous god.

As long as it is the gods who send down the power or the thoughts, it will be fine.

However, in the Yin-Yang Realm and deep in the Yin Land, there are not many so-called Yin Gods and ghosts who have a good relationship with him.

But there are countless evil spirits, ghosts, and gods who want to kill him.

After all, he was young once.

He also came from hard times and did some things to take advantage of others.

Of course, being able to invite the thoughts of the gods down is just a small step.

What’s really amazing is that they have created a perfect, unconscious body in today’s real world.

This thing is so valuable.

A perfect body, with vitality and breath, but without any soul or consciousness.

Even if it's not a god.

As long as the opportunity is right, ordinary ghosts can enter the human body and turn from Yin to Yang.

This is simply the favorite thing of those lonely ghosts, monsters and ghost kings in the Yin and Yang world.

It is said to be thousands of miles in radius, but that is probably already a small number.

This was in the past when spiritual energy was flourishing.

Not to mention a hundred or a thousand miles, even if it is tens of thousands of miles away, ghosts and gods will probably be alerted and move.

Although these ghosts and gods do not have the immortal skills of knowing victory or defeat by hearing the wind or smelling the air to identify weapons.

However, they are still eager to take advantage of the possibility of reversing yin and yang, even if it is only one in ten thousand.

It is difficult for the Yin spirit of all calamities to become a saint.

Although after becoming a ghost, one can also practice towards becoming a ghost immortal, there is no necessary hierarchy among the five immortals of heaven, earth, gods, humans and ghosts.

However, these ghosts and monsters can still distinguish the difficulty of the early stage of cultivation.

This is also the reason why in the past, when a woman in a rural area or town gave birth to a child with a peculiar fate, many strange phenomena would occur.

Everyone wants a perfect body.

Children with special destinies are just suitable to be fought over by many ghost kings, and they can enter the world of the living and create another fortune.

but.

This kind of perfect body was created by a practitioner who used great means to invite the thoughts of the gods and performed special sacrificial rituals.

Not to mention ordinary ghosts and monsters.

Even those old monsters who have achieved great success in their cultivation and have once cultivated the power of the Yuan Ling want to have one.

"What a pity, times have changed..."

When he thought of this, Song Feng sighed again.

In the past, every time a perfect body of this level was born, it would cause a sensation.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth swept through the Yin and Yang realm, shaking the Yin land.

Maybe even the underworld will be alarmed.

But now that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is gone, all the vital energies, essences, and Taoist rhymes have become dormant.

No matter how perfect this body is, it is not suitable for many masters who practice magic.

All I can say is that I was born at the wrong time.

Of course, there are still benefits, but not as many as when the spiritual energy was flourishing before, when having such a body brought many benefits.

In addition, many ghosts and gods have to survive in the Yin-Yang realm because of the changes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Naturally, there was no chance to fight for this thing.

Even if someone were to compete, they might not be able to defeat these indigenous priests.

After knowing the origin of this thing.

Song Feng first looked at Dakmu next to him:

"Since you are in California, there are some things I have to tell you in advance."

When he said this, Song Feng moved slightly:
"You also understand that the ruler of this land is not your clan, nor our clan."

"Although I can barely be considered the extraordinary leader of California, the entire America has a much wider land."

"My ancestors said that those who are not of my race must have different hearts. I don't believe them, so they naturally won't believe me either!"

When he said this, Song Feng looked quietly at Dakomu in front of him, and then said with a deep expression:
"Although I am not afraid of many matters among the mortals, I do not want to get involved in the disputes."

"You and I are natural allies to a certain extent. We both want to survive on this land for our own benefit."

"In this small area of ​​California, my words are more effective, so I will do my best to help your tribe gain a firm foothold in the open."

"Do you think my idea can be exchanged for that perfect body?"

Although relying on his strength, the probability of being killed by the many weapons in the mortal world is not that high.

But he was not stupid, so he would not go head-to-head with the armies of the many tycoons, clans, and regimes in America. The money in public and the extraordinary power in secret were the foundation for him to take root here.

Although many practitioners appear to be otherworldly on the surface, they still cannot practice if they have no money.

As long as he doesn't ascend to heaven.

Then, enough money, huge resources, and the power he controls will always be useful.

Today, he runs the California Supernatural world.

For the time being, other chaebols may still be dealing with the extraordinary forces in the various states.

But it won't take long.

Although it is true that this land is dominated by big capitalists.

However, among the chaebols, there are some regional divisions or factions.

There is discrimination between black and white.

Not to mention that the southern estate he runs is also considered an outlier among the many big chaebols.

If one day, the heads of many chaebol families gathered together, his skin color would probably be the most conspicuous.

Black hair, black eyes, yellow skin.

This unique feature of Kyushu is so conspicuous.

If he was in a town or something, he would be just an ordinary laborer, but he is a big boss who controls capital.

Who knows if these people have any moral integrity?
What if they feel that in this land, yellow skin is not worthy of eating at the same table with them.

If you use various means to exclude others.

This is a bit difficult to handle.

After all, there are some normal business activities. It is impossible for him to run to the homes of the wealthy families to threaten them every time something goes wrong.

Let’s not talk about whether there are any problems in the middle.

The most important thing is that he established the Southern Manor and gathered such a large force. If he were to handle everything personally.

He might as well play by himself.

Just right now.

One is the native ethnic group in America, which simply cannot get along with the descendants of these outsiders.

This was his natural ally.

Even if someone else stabbed him in the back, he believed that these people wearing bird feathers, who had been badly betrayed by these outsiders, would not stab him in the back.

After all, this is a blood feud.

Besides, with his current status in California, he can indeed lift up Dakomu and others, at least to the surface.

By the time.

It is estimated that the ones who are anxious and worried are not the Southern Manor, but the descendants of those outsiders.

This is also the reason why he could easily suppress these people, but still talked to them and wanted to resolve the problem peacefully.

After all, killing will not solve the problem.

Of course, the reason why Dakomu and the others were so easy to talk to was that they seemed to be convinced by his just two words.

However, what really played a key role in this was Song Feng's unfathomable cultivation.

Having no sword in hand and having a sword in hand but not using it are actually two different concepts.

If it were a person with weaker strength, he would have been beaten to death by Dakomu and the others with one punch each.

However, Song Feng, a man whose cultivation level was many levels higher than theirs and who could easily crush them to death, still spoke to them in a kind voice.

This becomes benevolence.

Moreover, it has come to this, he just wants to eat, drink, play and enjoy himself before his metamorphosis.

We'll talk about the rest later.

After hearing Song Feng's promise, Dakmu thought about it for a moment, and then nodded directly:

"…We are natural allies!"

Judging from the fact that they were discovered by the other party just after they started causing trouble, the other party does have powerful force in this land.

The other party’s source of information is definitely not bad.

After all, there were only three people who came last time, and this time a real big boss came so quickly.

He thought it was okay to take a gamble.

After hearing what Dakomu said, Song Feng accompanied him and walked into the dark valley in the middle.

Although the cave was extremely dark.

But after the two of them walked in, they didn't trip or anything like that.

Treat the night as if it were day.

This is basically the basic operation of a martial arts master.

Walked to the core of the cave.

At this time, Song Feng finally took in the full picture of this strange existence in front of him.

All I saw was a snake-like creature about three or four feet long, entrenched on the altar in front of me.

But what is very strange is that.

This snake-like and dragon-like creature not only has scales on its body, but also the sound of birds.

It seems to have wings.

It’s just like the Yinglong in the legend.

Not only that.

What made Song Feng feel most strange was that he gently touched the body of this strange creature and found that although the body was warm, it did not feel like flesh.

It has a jade-like texture.

Watching Song Feng's actions, Nadakmu bowed slightly and seemed to be chanting some kind of spell.

“This is the sacred being worshipped by our clan, the Quetzalcoatl God. Although it is only the shell of a god and no god resides in it, it is still a sacred body. Alas…”

When he finished speaking, Dakmu closed his eyes deeply and sighed, as if he wanted to ignore it.

Seeing Dakomu's performance, Song Feng smiled slightly:
"I am not a person who goes back on his word."

The deity in the Quetzalcoatl legend, judging from his current feelings, this person's status is also quite extraordinary.

It seemed as if I was walking ahead of him.

But this is normal. After all, he was once a worshipped god. Maybe he has already returned to the void and ascended to heaven.

However, now that this body had been worshipped by Dakomu and his people for who knows how many years, it was indeed a bargain for him.

A body with a god inhabiting it is beyond the reach of ordinary people, but a body without a god inhabiting it is a true treasure.

Especially for someone like him with strong energy and blood.

For those who have reached a certain level of cultivation and need to make up for the deficiencies in their own Taoist body, this thing is no different from the Nine-Transformation Golden Pill.

Thought of this.

All I saw was Song Feng taking a deep breath first, and then placing his palm on the jade-like hand statue.

"boom!!"

The terrifying spiritual energy, yin energy, various earth vein energies, and various powers of faith in sacrifice transformed into some kind of strange power, which continuously flowed from the sculpture and into Song Feng's body.

Wow! !

The enormous power turned into a strange bloodline, which was continuously infused into the qi and blood, making the qi and blood flow like a big river.

An endless supply of Qi and blood burst out from Song Feng's body, and the Qi and blood pill seemed to have turned purple and gold.

At some point.

A stream of energy that permeated the entire cave rose into the sky, even forcing Dakomu to take several steps back.

After the terrifying wolf smoke rose up, it was as if something was rolled up in the void and poured down from Song Feng's spiritual platform.

The huge amount of essence constantly changed his blood vessels and slowly penetrated his tendons and bones. Although his blood was still red, it was purer.

A drop of blood feels as heavy as lead and mercury.

Under the nourishment of this kind of blood, the bone marrow, which was already extraordinary, slowly began to become crystal clear, and vaguely seemed to be shining with silver light.

Mercury, blood, silver marrow, it’s done!
(End of this chapter)