Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 228: Five Elements God, Earth Spirit Sheep

Yan Huan cleared out four huge stones, cut the upper surface flat, and carved the magic runes from the inscriptions on them, arranging them in the four directions according to the corresponding positions of the five elements.

"Whether it is a road to heaven or something you have encountered, you will only know after you try it."

After Yan Huan carefully studied the inscription on the stone tablet, it was already sunset. The already desolate and eerie Liangshan secret realm seemed even more eerie and scary.

This cemetery is seldom visited on weekdays, and those naughty children who like to stir up trouble will not come here. It is a good place to try out the Five Elements God-playing.

"It's only been a day and you're already trying to act like a god. Isn't that a bit too arrogant?" Feng Tiansheng asked with concern, a trace of worry on his old face.

If one does not fully understand the role he is playing, even the best actor will find it difficult to act in a way that others will believe in him or her, let alone become a god.

Even if you succeed, you must guard against the danger of erosion of your divinity.

In his early years, Feng Tiansheng killed many people and caused the Liangshan shackles to be cut off. He wandered around the world in a daze and met the vicious actor Xia Liuqing by chance. The two of them started fighting on the spot after a disagreement.

At that time, he forced the other party to use all his means. After Xia Liuqing stepped into the second level of the divine mask, he still remembered the consequences of the erosion of the divine nature. It would have an extremely strong impact on the caster's thinking and cognition.

"It doesn't matter." Yan Huan said calmly.

Things are risky, and of course you have the means to transfer the risks.

Call ~
Yan Huan took a long breath and looked towards the sky.

At this moment, the night sky was as deep as ink, with a few rays of starlight dotted in between, flickering faintly but firmly.

The moonlight was clear, like fine silver yarn sprinkled on the contours of the mountains, coating every undulation of the mountains with a cold glow. The forests on the mountains looked particularly dark under the moonlight, and although the branches and leaves were withered, they still had a somewhat chilling character.

"It's a nice day, it's the right time to break through and practice." Yan Huan closed his eyes.

The cold wind blew through the valley, bringing waves of chill, as if in an instant, even nature was holding its breath in this quiet night.

Feng Tiansheng saw this and didn't know what to say.

He jumped to the top of the mountain, raised his arms into the air, and hundreds of ghosts in front of the tomb rushed up, all guarding the overgrown path at the edge of the valley.

"Then Xiao Huan, go ahead and try. Grandpa will show you that not even a bird can fly in from here. Nothing will disturb you."

Yan Huan didn't have any extra masks to store the faith in the deity, so he had to steal them and use them whenever he wanted.

By the time he crossed his legs and entered into a state of meditation, the soul-calling flag was flying behind him, and the ghost-stealing Xu Hua had already trampled on the black wind and flew straight into the sky.

For the Waste Ghost, "stealing" is his nature. Even though it is not easy to steal the faith lost between heaven and earth, it has already stirred his restless heart.

Yan Huan's divine mask skills were not good enough, so he could only assist the little witch in warding off ghosts. Although this deviated from his original intention of acting as a god, he had no other choice.

Gradually, as the Qi circulated throughout the body, a hint of anger appeared on Yan Huan's face, three parts murderous aura, and seven parts majestic and angry look.

To play the role of Rushou, the Western God of Gold, one must understand people's fear of the law, grasp the criminals' fear of the criminal law, and steal the world's greed for gold and silver...

Swish!
There was a flickering golden pattern between Yan Huan's eyebrows, white hair grew on his face and his hands were like tiger claws. Gradually, two green dragon phantoms swam around him and entangled him.

Some subtle sounds began to be heard:
"No, I have to endure it. If I really punch him, I'll probably have to pay a lot of money."

"It seems that drunk driving is now a crime. I can't let it affect my child's civil service exam. I can't drink this alcohol... Or I should drink a little and then call a designated driver..."

"Damn it, if this gets exposed, I'll be sentenced to life imprisonment at least. I have to find a way to transfer abroad."

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The sounds were chaotically intertwined, and amidst the noise, one roar was particularly obvious, so much so that Yan Huan was distracted on the spot.

Being indecisive is the biggest taboo for a god.

Yan Huan opened his eyes slightly, but there was no abnormality in his body. Not to mention the erosion of his divine nature, he did not even have minor symptoms such as headaches and dizziness.

The roar became increasingly harsh and loud, almost exploding from above his head.

"I didn't do it at all. I didn't rape anyone. I'm innocent! This is a miscarriage of justice. You've locked me up for eight years without even giving me a chance to prove my innocence! Oh, God, please open your eyes!"

Yan Huan was slightly stunned. The fear and awe that had been lost in the world, under the guidance of himself and Xu Hua, all fell on the stone runes in the west. Qingming passed a ray of golden light, and the large stone slab that had just been carved shone brightly.

The process was not at all tortuous and was much simpler than Yan Huan had imagined. He concealed his golden light and tried to light up the stone carvings in the east.

This time, Yan Huan played the role of Ju Mang, the god of wood. He not only gathered people's faith in harvest, but also instilled in them their great desire to stay away from natural disasters.

The shaman communicates with heaven and earth, and is in charge of the six prayers to serve ghosts and gods, praying for blessings and auspiciousness, seeking eternal chastity, a good harvest, untimely rain, pacifying drought, preventing disasters and wars, and keeping away from crime and disease...

Yan Huan looked at the body emitting green light in disbelief. It seemed that its role as a medium for communication between heaven and earth had been greatly enhanced.

Bifang scattered its green feathers, and the stone carvings in the east were lit up.

Yan Huan referred to the methods of performing the gods of the metal and wood elements and proceeded in sequence. The fire spirit Youguang used karmic fire to burn the stone runes in the south, while the water spirit Wangxiang used clear water to flow into the stone depressions in the north.

"The only one missing is the Queen Mother Hou Tu!"

Yan Huan thought to himself, took out the stone mask from his arms and put it on.

Hou Tu Niangniang was the image that my mother Yan Xuan was best at when she was alive. Some of the beliefs in Hou Tu were left on her. With that faint feeling, Yan Huan could easily capture similar beliefs scattered throughout the world.

Swish!
Dust rose from the bottom of the valley, and as the faith of Hou Tu descended from the sky, the mask on Yan Huan's face fell off.

This time, the performance of the god was unexpectedly bizarre.

It's so bizarre that it can't even be called acting as a god.

Yan Huan was supposed to dress up as Hou Tu Niangniang, but her costume did not appear. Instead, a strange figure vaguely appeared in the smoke and dust.

The figure gradually became clearer, and Yan Huan's heart skipped a beat.

The face of the person who walked out could be seen clearly. That face was deeply buried in Yan Huan's memory, familiar yet unfamiliar.

"mom?"

Yan Xuan still looked the same as the middle-aged woman Yan Huan remembered. Her face seemed untouched by the years, with delicate features and eyes as bright as stars, revealing tenderness and tenacity.

"You are in this state now..."

Yan Huan was about to speak when the sky and the earth suddenly changed. A strong wind blew up and quickly turned into a tornado, blowing away the surrounding tombstones. The valley shook violently, scaring the birds and animals away.

Thunder roared in the sky and lightning flashed. Hundreds of ghosts were panicked and retreated, quickly hiding back in Feng Tiansheng's body.

It was that apocalyptic scene again.

Yan Huan raised his hands to block the wind and sand, and exerted force on his lower body to keep his body fixed in place.

Suddenly, a heavy voice came from the other side: "Why is it the Five Elements Divine Technique again?"

"I've already told you, this magic can't reach the sky."

In an instant, Yan Xuan's appearance changed strangely, and a creature that looked like a sheep but not a sheep, and a dog but not a dog appeared in front of Yan Huan.

It has long and narrow limbs, irregularly shaped organs, and a few slowly rotating eyes attached to its body, constantly looking around.

Although this thing looks thin and ominous, in Yan Huan's eyes, it is broad, heavy, steady, solid, and vast.

The representative of the heaven, earth and earth in the mortal world - the spirit of earth, the sheep.

"Eh?"

The sheep glanced around and said, "So many old friends?"

"The five elements gather together?"

"Okay, I take back what I said."

(End of this chapter)