I Make History a Myth

　　Maybe God doesn't care, or maybe he thinks too much. God keeps them with no other thoughts at all.

　　But it involves this one being.

　　He didn't want to touch probability.

　　It seems that it is because they have seen the sun again, and it seems that it is because the arrival of Lin Lingsu has stimulated them.

　　The remnant soul on the Conferred God Platform in the depths of the Heavenly Palace suddenly woke up.

　　A burst of divine light.

　　Emerging from all directions.

　　One after another, sacred figures emerged in the divine light.

　　The five emperors, the eight gods, and the twenty-eight constellations, a total of three hundred and sixty-five gods of Qingyuan, all appeared together.

　　with a majestic voice,

　　"A mere mortal dares to trespass into the Heavenly Palace, and doesn't retreat quickly? Otherwise, we will definitely cast you into the eighteenth hell, so that you will never be born again."

　　I don't know how many voices of gods are mixed together.

　　The mighty powers belonging to the gods are intertwined.

　　overlay.

　　A huge force weighed heavily on Lin Lingsu's body.

　　Let him have an urge to kneel down, ask the gods for forgiveness, and let the gods obey their orders from generation to generation.

　　"If the three hundred and sixty-five righteous gods are intact, if the Great Heavenly Emperor who leads the gods is still there, and if the power of this heavenly palace is used."

　　"It's really possible for you to inspire me, Lin Lingsu."

　　"Be your fanatic."

　　"But a dilapidated temple, a group of gods with only remnants of their souls, borrowed their own remaining power."

　　"You just want to save me, Lin Lingsu."

　　"It is recommended to go back to dreaming, so that it is possible."

　　Lin Lingsu paced out.

　　Facing the divine light.

　　Facing the shadows of the gods.

　　walked over.

　　as he approached.

　　The divine light faded, and the divine shadow stepped back.

　　"What are you hiding from?"

　　Lin Lingsu flicked the whisk and smiled lightly on his face, and said, "You are also seniors after all."

　　"I, Lin Lingsu, won't do anything to you."

　　"The most is to let you."

　　"It's just a change to the master of the gods."

　　His sleeve robe waved slightly.

　　All the divine shadows and divine lights in the sky turned into ashes under this swipe.

　　Done with this.

　　He stepped out.

　　between steps.

　　Appeared on the Conferred God Platform.

　　Then sit cross-legged on it and start refining the Conferred God Platform.

　　"The Conferred God Stage will not be destroyed, and the gods will not be destroyed. Refining the Conferred God Stage is equivalent to mastering the lives of the gods."

　　"Then there will be protection of the gods."

　　"I can also take the path of ghosts and immortals."

　　Lin Lingsu thought and sent a voice transmission, "You two, come in.".

Chapter 84

　　in the palace.

　　Divine light emerges.

　　But half a day.

　　This conferred god platform built by many immortals of Taoism was refined by Lin Lingsu.

　　Lin Lingsu's side was surrounded by decreeed righteous gods.

　　When the black old ghost and the paper tie man came in.

　　What I saw was a scene where the gods were like stars holding the moon, surrounding Lin Lingsu.

　　"This real Lin, what did he do after he came in? Why was he suddenly surrounded by gods."

　　The paper tie saw this scene.

　　I was puzzled.

　　Follow Lin Lingsu's description.

　　The Heavenly Court of the Dao Song Dynasty was smashed by a hand not long after Emperor Zhenzong became the Great Heavenly Emperor.

　　At that time, Lin Lingsu had not yet been born.

　　between them.

　　There should be no intersection.

　　But looking at his current appearance, the gods have clearly expressed their surrender to him.

　　Could it be that Lin Lingsu is actually the reincarnation of the Great Heavenly Emperor?

　　After the Great Heavenly Emperor was photographed in ruins in the Tiangong, he directly reincarnated from Lin Lingsu to live another life?

　　For a while, the paper tie man thought wildly in his heart.

　　"The core of the Dao-Song Heavenly Court is this Conferred God Stage, where the true spirits of the gods are imprinted."

　　Lin Lingsu pointed at the Conferred God Platform where he sat, and said,

　　The paper tie and the black old ghost heard the words.

　　Look towards the Conferred God Platform.

　　I only saw a high platform made of gold and jade standing on Lin Lingsu's seat.

　　The stars are densely covered on the stage, and the galaxies are looming.

　　A mark of a god.

　　tightly bound to the stars.

　　Full of old atmosphere.

　　"Whoever controls the Conferred God Stage, whoever controls the lives of the gods, is the master of this heavenly court."

　　"I see."

　　The black old ghost was slightly stunned.

　　At the same time, I became more and more afraid of this Taoist who came out of history.

　　He is indeed a famous ruthless man in history.

　　After finding the wreckage of Tiangong, he said nothing.

　　The lives of the ancestors of the Song Dynasty were directly in their hands.

　　This is decisive and ruthless.

　　No wonder he was able to almost swallow Buddhism in that year.

　　Lin Lingsu didn't bother to listen to what was in his heart.

　　He talked about another matter, "I want to reopen Shenxiao Dao, but I still lack some disciples. Would you two be willing to join me?"

　　what?

　　The black old ghost and the paper tying man were stunned for a moment.

　　There was no response for a while.

　　"Lin Zhenren, are you saying that you want to take me and the black old ghost as your disciples?" the paper tie man asked cautiously.

　　Pies fall from the sky.

　　And it still fell on his head.

　　How could he feel unbelievable.

　　"Not bad." Lin Lingsu nodded.

　　"I am willing."

　　The black old ghost and the paper tie man said in unison.

　　God Xiaodao.

　　Daoist orthodox school.

　　Although it comes to modern times, this big faction has long since fallen.

　　It is not an exaggeration to say that he disappeared.