Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 451 461: You want to destroy my temple?

What is God?
God is arrogant and has a long lifespan, superior to mortals.

Some people may think that gods do not have desires like humans, but on the contrary, gods' desires will become unprecedentedly huge as their own strength grows.

The God of Death is expanding outward with Luo City as its origin, absorbing offerings from the common people. Its speed is much faster than the speed at which it can gather offerings in the secular world.

Because the secular population is not as dense as the modern population, one day of effort in the modern world is almost equivalent to one month of publicity in the secular world, or even more.

Sometimes, a banquet held by high-ranking officials could allow the god of death to accumulate hundreds of followers in one night, which is completely unattainable in the secular world.

How could the secular gods be willing to go back to eating brown rice mixed with gravel after eating fine bran? What's more, there are people in front of them who want to grab the food in their bowls.

Therefore, the God of Death entered the transit area without hesitation, wanting to teach this secular god who tried to snatch food from his bowl a long lesson.

As for the official...

To be honest, it doesn't take these government offices in this world seriously.

The God of Sang's gaze fell on the bow in Zhou Xing's hand.

Ranked 33rd in the Weapon Legend Atlas: Sun-Shooting Bow.

It is said that there was once a great god named Hanba in the secular world. He summoned nine golden crows on the basis of one day to transform into nine suns, burning the world and causing great suffering to all living beings.

Later, a human master of the Daluo level took action, wielding the Sun-Shooting Bow and the Evil-Slaying Arrow.

He used the magic bow to shoot nine golden crows from above and the great god of drought from below, and shot the evil-killing arrows at their hearts, killing them all.

This frightened many secular gods who were doing evil in the world at that time, and they hid for a long time, and did not dare to come out until the death of Daluo.

If the opponent had both the Sun-Shooting Bow and the Evil-Slaying Arrow in his hands, the God of Death might still be afraid and retreat far away.

But it's just a sun bow...

The God of Death glanced at Zhou Xing, and the thick deathly aura bypassed him and surged towards the temple in front.

Zhou Xing frowned when he saw this, raised his bow and shot.

There was no arrow in his hand, but his fingers were hooked on the bowstring. In an instant, an arrow that was completely composed of energy and emitted a dazzling golden light was condensed.

The arrow radiated scorching heat, as if there was a flame burning on it, and flew straight towards the God of Death.

However, the God of Death simply raised his head and glanced at the flying arrow, and two paper figures, one black and one white, with bodies connected to them appeared out of thin air, each holding a mourning stick in their hands, and swung them at the arrow at the same time.

"Ding!!"

The two mourning sticks came into contact with the golden arrow, and with a ding sound, the arrow shot by Zhou Xing was knocked away and turned into strands of energy in the air and returned to the Sun-Shooting Bow.

Zhou Xing looked at the two paper figures with a dark face, and sighed in his heart: "The gap in strength is still too big. If I had the strength of a human fairyland, the Sun Shooting Bow would be able to exert a stronger power, and it would be no problem to stop the Death God."

Now the deathly aura has been completely released by the God of Death and is invading the temple.

The gloomy sky became even gloomier, as if whispering murmurs opened their big mouths from the deathly air, wanting to eat the temple.

But at this moment, the door of the temple was pushed open with a bang, and the old immortal from the South Pole strode out with a heavy broadsword in his hand and slashed down with one sword.

"Zheng!!"

The sword's tip carried some ice fragments as it swung upwards, like a dragon breaking through the ice, and crashed into the deathly aura of the God of Death.

The Old Immortal of the South Pole is a human immortal. Although he is also a pseudo-immortal who relied on the divine organs created by secular gods, his strength should not be underestimated.

After the sword was swung out, the deathly aura was blocked, but immediately another force rushed towards him.

The old immortal from the South Pole uttered a low cry: "Ice Tide!"

His flying beard became crystal clear, and his eyes were covered with a layer of blue ice crystals, which quickly spread from his feet.

The two paper figures holding mourning sticks were frozen in mid-air by the extremely cold air just as they were about to drop the sticks.

"Hiss...it's so cold!"

Zhao Biao hugged his shoulders and hid behind the temple, staring blankly at the figure of the Antarctic Immortal who looked like a god descending from heaven.

Before, everyone was complaining in their hearts that the old immortal of Antarctica was just an old guy who only knew how to point fingers and not put in any effort, and in the end he took all the credit for himself.

It was not until the God of Death appeared that they realized what was happening.

For so long, the shameless image of the Antarctic Immortal almost made them forget that the other party was a genuine human immortal!

The purpose has never been to build the temple, but to protect the temple.

"call--"

A biting cold wind was blowing in the transit area.

The old immortal from Antarctica looked seriously at a strange figure wearing a bamboo hat standing quietly not far ahead.

From his perspective, what he could distinguish was not the real body of Sangshen, but just a body controlled by the other party.

But just this body made him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

"How could such a thing be summoned? That bastard Zhuge Qing must have used the wrong incense!"

"They can even get this wrong, and they still summon other secular gods. This is simply too stupid to be more stupid."

The old immortal from the South Pole cursed for a while as he stared at the God of Death. The energy in his body almost reached its limit.

The divine realm unfolded from beneath his feet, transforming the surroundings into a venue that suited his power.

"Fortunately, we are in the transit area. If we were in the outside world, I'm afraid we wouldn't even have the ability to resist." The old immortal of Antarctica muttered to himself.

He didn't move because he was still waiting for the God of Death to make the first move.

He could judge from the aura of power emanating from the other party that there must be a huge gap in strength between him and the other party.

Even though that body was only controlled by the God of Death, what he was facing was ultimately the God of Death himself. Both the power and the oppression from the position of God made the Old Immortal Nan Ji feel slightly suffocated.

"The upper-level minor gods are indeed not comparable to ordinary minor gods!"

The old immortal from the South Pole was on full alert, and the moment he noticed Sang Shen's movement, he swung the broadsword in his hand without hesitation.

Everyone in the transit area felt as if their eyes were blurry, and then a black smoke like ink stepped into the world full of ice and snow.

In order to resist the misty smoke, the ice and snow world immediately started to snow heavily in an attempt to suppress it.

However, the light smoke meandered forward, and the countless falling snowflakes could do nothing to stop it. They could only watch it getting closer and closer to the temple.

Zhou Xing looked at this scene, his hand holding the Sun-Shooting Bow tightened again and again, and he asked without turning his head.

"Has the help not arrived yet?"

"They are on their way here, but this crisis requires high-end combat power, and the Secular Bureau needs to draw troops from nearby cities, so it will take quite some time for them to arrive."

Zhou Xing was a little angry when he heard this: "Are we going to let these two stalemate in the transit area? After all, the transit area is under our official jurisdiction."

The liaison officer behind him also had a complicated expression.

An evil spirit appeared and wreaked havoc in the transit area under the official responsibility, but the official was unable to do anything about it, which was somewhat a loss of face for the official.

But as he said before, facing an opponent of the level of the secular god, relying on low-end human wave tactics will not work.

It's not an online game where you have a fixed health bar like when fighting a boss.

The damage a low-level secular prince can inflict on a secular god may not be as much as the amount of blood that the other party recovers in a yawn.

The liaison officer hastened to comfort him, "Officer, please be patient. With the old immortal from the South Pole here, we should be able to delay the arrival of the elite forces." Zhou Xing calmed down and could only nod helplessly.

He was somewhat hesitant to intervene in the battle between the Antarctic Immortal and the God of Death.

The main reason was that he was worried that this action would anger the God of Death, causing him to attack other secular beings in the transit area.

With the ability of the above minor vulgar gods, if they really carried out a bloodbath in the current Los Angeles transit area without regard for the consequences, he would not be able to stop it at all.

"It's better to wait and see what happens!"

Zhou Xing lowered his eyes and glanced at the temple behind the Antarctic Immortal.

He didn't know for which god the temple was built.

Originally, the order was issued directly by the Shangjing officials to the Luocheng Secular Bureau, and then transferred to Zhou Xing.

Although Zhou Xing was somewhat curious, he did not ask any further questions.

Because this is not the first example. After a human immortal is born in the secular world, the officials will select a place from all over Xuan Country as a temple for this human immortal and begin to accumulate incense.

Therefore, he was not opposed to the appearance of a temple of a secular god/human immortal in the area he was passing through.

only……

Everyone has been beaten into this state in front of your temple, why don’t you show up?
The ability of the God of Death has a restraining effect on many human gods.

"Ming Misfortune" can modify the other person's fate in a short period of time, turning an originally good fate into an extremely bad one.

This ability to control people's destiny is extremely rare even among the thousands of gods in the secular world.

At this moment, the old immortal of Nan Ji truly experienced what it meant to have a misfortune in life.

He only felt that in an instant, his aura seemed to be forcibly changed by some strange force. The most obvious manifestation was that he seemed to have become extremely unlucky.

His divine domain became shaky, but it was not due to the attack of the God-Slayer, but because the domain was unstable.

Endless demons were overflowing in his mind, as if they wanted to consume him entirely, causing him to lose all his attacks without them landing on himself.

Half of the Antarctic Immortal's body was frozen stiff by his own path, and his domain was suppressed by the God of Death to the point where it could only sustain itself.

He gritted his teeth and looked back at the temple, sighing in his heart: "This is the only way I can help you!"

Thinking of this, he waved his sleeves, blowing gusts of icy air in the face of the God of Death. Countless ice particles flew forward, but turned a corner and hit his own face again.

The face of the old immortal from the South Pole turned blue and purple. He turned around and tried to escape, but he slipped and fell to the ground.

"..."

"What an unfortunate fate!"

The old immortal from the South Pole was breathing heavily and lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out.

He accepted his fate.

Even the fate of immortals can be changed. The power of the God of Death can only be described as terrifying.

He stared at the sky blankly, watching the God of Death turn into light smoke and enter the temple.

He has done everything he can, so I guess Master Yin can't blame him.

"Crunch~~"

The temple door was slowly opened, and a cold wind blew into the temple, causing Zhuge Qing's clothes to sway.

Zhuge Qing's forehead was covered with sweat at this time. He looked back at the open temple door and prayed silently in his heart.

However, the God of Death appeared directly behind him, and his tall and thin black shadow enveloped Zhuge Qing.

In an instant, Zhuge Qing's hair stood on end and he was immersed in a wonderful feeling.

Although he is an impermanence being, he also follows the orthodox Taoist path in the secular world.

Among the nine Taoist sects, he learned from the Danxia school, which focused on inner alchemy and health preservation, and harmonizing the essence, energy and spirit.

However, he did not practice in the orthodox Taoist sect, but followed an old Taoist priest who traveled around the world.

The old Taoist priest has a unique style, which also makes Zhuge Qing change from his originally dull character to a bit more straightforward and free-spirited.

But now, he really can't be so carefree.

As early as when the old immortal from the South Pole rushed out, he had carefully checked whether his rules for burning incense and inviting gods were wrong, otherwise why did he not invite Lord Yin but the dead god instead.

However, after several checks, he found that there was nothing wrong with his steps.

Then the current situation is clear.

His breath was a little weak, and the Danxia energy in his body was rejecting him.

Zhuge Qing knew what was going on, but he didn't dare to look back. He just continued to kneel on the mat, staring at the tall statue in front of him.

Seen from the front, the statue has sharp eyes and exudes a breathtaking majesty, like an emperor standing on a platform, looking down at all living beings.

"Which secular god do you worship?" The God of Death did not kill Zhuge Qing immediately, but stared at the statue and suddenly asked.

Zhuge Qing was on the verge of falling, and the deathly aura around him was wrapped around him like a ribbon.

He took a deep breath and said, "The statue of the Lord of the North Sea in the Yinsi Shrine of Xuan Gong Pudu Creation!"

"Lord Bei Ming?" The God of Death shook his head and muttered, "Never heard of him!"

It lowered its head and looked at Zhuge Qing: "If you are willing to believe in me, I can let you live."

A playful smile appeared on the corner of its mouth, and the deathly aura wrapped around Zhuge Qing's neck, slowly tightening, as if tying a dark neck strap for Zhuge Qing.

Zhuge Qing felt as if his neck was suddenly pinched by a big hand. The strong feeling of suffocation weakened the repulsive force of the Danxia true power in his body a lot.

But he still couldn't exert his strength, like a puppet being pulled by strings, without the slightest power to resist.

"I don't want to!" Zhuge Qing gritted his teeth and said two words.

The God of Sang smiled, and the deathly aura wrapped around Zhuge Qing's neck suddenly loosened.

Immediately afterwards, an even more terrifying aura gushed out from behind Zhuge Qing.

The temple was shaking. The newly built temple was like a bird's nest in the wind, with tiles flying and beams and pillars creaking.

The terrifying death energy raged wildly with the God of Death as its center. Wherever it went, everything was corroded by the breath of death.

The three long incense sticks lit in Zhuge Qing's incense burner broke with a "snap", and the incense column rising into the sky was even shattered by some force.

The God of Death walked past Zhuge Qing with an expressionless face and came to the front of the statue. The deathly aura was like a huge hammer, smashing down on the statue.

However, at this moment, the chaotic death energy suddenly stopped, and a melodious bell sound came from somewhere, shaking people's souls.

Zhuge Qing found that the chaotic power in his body had inexplicably become quiet, so he immediately raised his head and looked in the direction of Sangshen.

Behind Sangshen, a slender figure stretched out his hand and patted the other person on the shoulder.

Lin Beixuan tilted his head, his eyes as gloomy and domineering as those of the statue.

"You want to destroy my temple?"

(End of this chapter)