The demon fairy starts from the six-winged centipede

Chapter 235: The only one in the world, the three great magical powers

"Yidiandian?"

"Yeah, the difference is a little bit."

Jingjian Ahan's eyes were filled with despair, and he felt that there was nothing more sad than a dead heart.

Seeing that his fellow Taoists, who were originally servants, were about to turn the tables and become masters, he couldn't even feel jealous.

There is no other reason, the gap is too big and there is no comparison.

White, red, green, purple, gold.

Shinto is divided into five levels.

The only God Lord, even if he is the lowest level white, is the same in status as the golden God Lord, the only difference is the power.

But it is different for the messengers of God. Even if they are golden messengers, they have to salute respectfully when they meet the white Lord God.

This is the iron law of the universe. It is the only one and cannot be disputed.

A high-level divine messenger might be more powerful than a low-level lord god, but the lord god is always superior and is the master.

God's messengers will always be workers and be in a subordinate relationship, unless one day the serfs rise up and sing.

One is heaven and the other is earth, the difference is beyond reason. This is why Jingjian Agama was so shocked.

"I am convinced by your background, fellow Daoist."

Jing saw that Ahan was in a state of disarray and didn't even dare to look directly at Wu Gong.

Nowadays, the relationship between the two can still be regarded as equals.

But soon, as long as Wu Gong is promoted to the only master of the bottle, he, a mere green envoy, will have to pay homage to him.

The Snake God had never experienced being repeatedly humiliated by one person in countless years.

"Tell me the truth, who were you before your reincarnation?" Jingjian Ahan stared at Wu Gong, his eyes full of inquiry.

The companion cave, the seventh-level time and space treasure, the sixth-level compound suppression magic weapon, the innate killing intent, the ancient tea tree for enlightenment, the only god, plus the countless treasure grids in this ritual hall.

He Jingjian Agama was at least a second-generation god, but when compared, the gap was even greater than that between humans and dogs.

“Fellow Daoist, your foundation is not much worse than that of the legendary saint of the ancient world.” Jingjian Ahan looked at Wu Gong, his snake pupils shrinking continuously, as if he wanted to see Wu Gong’s origin clearly.

"The Holy Son of the Ancient Realm?"

Wu Gong's eyes lit up. From what the Snake God said, it seemed that he still had a gap compared to the ancient world's genius. He asked with interest, "Can you elaborate?"

Jingjian Ahan thought for a moment and said, "With your background, you will definitely encounter these evil monsters in the future. These people are too transcendent and I cannot reach them. The only one I have seen is one person."

"Sword Twenty-Seven, honored as Tianhe Sword Master."

"Sword Twenty-Seven? What a strange name. Why does he have a title?" Wu Gong encountered this information for the first time and couldn't figure out the meaning behind it.

Jing Jian Ahan said solemnly, "There is an immortal clan in the ancient Kunlun world, called the Eternal Sword Clan. They have eighteen sword traditions, all of which are supreme methods that lead directly to the eighth level."

"Directly to the eighth level? There are still 18 levels?" Wu Gong was shocked and couldn't believe it.

"That's right, it's so exaggerated." Jingjian Ahan nodded and agreed with it.

"That lineage will always have only eighteen people, named from Sword One, and arranged in order. They are both an immortal clan and a sect. Only when the predecessor dies can the descendants inherit the swordsmanship and the honorific title."

At this point, Jing Jian Ahan was silent for a long while before he said faintly, "I once saw that man at the fifth level of cultivation control the Heavenly River Sword. With just one sword, the boundless Heavenly River washed over him, and he forcibly killed three sixth-level Chaos Ancient Gods. It was really scary."

Wu Gong had no idea about who the Tianhe Sword Master was.

But Wu Gong was very familiar with the Ancient God of Chaos.

There are seven ancient gods in the tomb-robbing world, but Wu Gong is helpless against a strange ghost tree that can destroy all yin and yang. He can kill three ancient gods with one sword, so you can imagine his strength.

Seeing Wu Gong deep in thought, Jing Jian Ahan said with emotion: "Daoyou is indeed a man of wisdom. You have established your power and trained Dao soldiers early on. I believe you will soon step onto the stage of the great world."

Wu Gong smiled bitterly and said, "I just stumbled upon it before, and my memory is so hazy that I only know a little bit. Why don't you tell me in detail?" "Hehe, when you become the only master of the bottle later, you will know everything clearly."

"It seems that when one becomes the only Lord God, something big will happen?"

Wu Gong's face became solemn. He summoned the Emperor's Fate Stone and looked at it carefully.

I saw a small stone about an inch in size with five glowing sides. It was crystal clear, mysterious and extraordinary, and emitted infinite light.

After thinking for a while, Wu Gong asked seriously, "Daoyou, if I achieve the divine path now, will it affect my cultivation of the immortal path?"

Jingjian Ahan shook his head and laughed, and simply replied: "In the beginning there was the Tao, and God and the Tao were one."

After saying this, he remained silent and just drank his tea, looking a little dejected.

Wu Gong was stunned. This was not the first time he heard this sentence.

“In the beginning was the Word, and God was one with the Word?”

"The eighth level is called Dao Lord, and the only one is called God Lord. So, is the status of Xiantian Dao Ze the same level as the eighth level Dao Lord?"

After the words fell, Jing Jian Ahan looked at Wu Gong in surprise: "Daoyou and your understanding are indeed the same. But it is only a status."

Wu Gong smiled and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist. I understand. This is the beginning of the path to godhood."

"Shh I'll wait and see."

Wu Gong stood up, his spirit connected with the Heavenly Emperor's Fate Stone, and he skipped the first two options and began to become the only Lord of the Bottle.

boom!
Great sound!

In the darkness, there seemed to be a sound like a huge bell, but it seemed that nothing happened.

The Emperor's Fate Stone shone brightly, and the five-sided glowing small stone turned into the shape of a vase in the blink of an eye.

Billions of believers were suspended in the golden halo behind Wu Gong's head. All of them formed the Aquarius seal with their hands and sang in unison:
"Homage to the Lord of the Infinite Sacred Bottle!"

At the original place, Wu Gong's whole body became grand and lofty, with an indifferent look in his eyes, just like the high and mighty sky, looking down on all things as if they were straw dogs.

Shadows of various and different treasure bottles appeared.

Big or small, gold or jade, clay or porcelain, mortal or magic.
Densely packed bottle-shaped utensils, with Wu Gong as the center, constantly appear and disappear, endless and boundless.

Mysterious messages were transmitted into Wu Gong's heart from the unknown.

[Ascending to the throne of the God, all realms congratulate! 】

[You are the only Lord of the Bottle in the heavens, in charge of all bottle-shaped utensils. You can choose a treasure bottle to become the only symbol of the divine artifact, so as to awaken the divine power of Shinto. ]

"The Great Dao Aquarius."

A cyan-gold vase emerged and was designated by Wu Gong as the only symbolic artifact.

In an instant, the Dao Vase shook and merged and overlapped with the Vase formed by the Emperor's Life Stone.

In the entire Aquarius Heaven, there is infinite divine light illuminating every corner.

Rumble.
The Dao Aquarius began to transform.

At every moment, the space in the cave is expanding explosively.

Countless divine powers of faith, mixed with a large amount of small space fragments, poured into the cave.

In just a few breaths, Wu Gong could no longer sense the boundaries of the cave.

And with the only symbolic artifact in place, the magical power bestowed by the Tao was born.

[The only one in all realms, the Lord of the Aquarius. ]

[You have awakened the great divine powers of the Lord God [Supreme Source], [Lord of the Bottle], [God of the Bottle]]

(End of this chapter)