Wild God starts the game, I rely on incense to prove my truth to the emperor

Chapter 13 The Evil God

After considering for a long time, Wan Zhuliu gritted his teeth.

"Save your life first, and stack up your defenses first!"

If this earth control technique is practiced to a small degree, one can control the soil within a radius of 100 meters.

If a crisis occurs, using mud to make a tall shelter to block the outside of the willow tree can also be a defensive measure.

"Alas, although I can come and go freely now, I am restricted by the willow tree itself and cannot move. My self-protection is also a little weak. If I stay here, I will be too conspicuous!"

He sighed, "If only the willow tree could be moved, at least hidden underground!"

Anyway, the incense body is not afraid of being destroyed. As long as there is enough incense, it can be condensed again.

But the destruction of the willow tree was the source of his harm.

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't come up with a better solution.

He simply immersed himself in practicing magic again, skillfully breaking down the basics of earth control, and after gaining a preliminary grasp of it, he opened the panel and began to add points.

……

Outside Hongsong, the team escorting the tribute tea left overnight.

They had to return to the capital by the middle of this month, which was the enlightenment day of the Western Sect Buddha. The Emperor of Yan wanted to take this opportunity to reward the great national teacher.

However, not everyone wants to see such a grand occasion.

For example, Xizong's old rival, the God-stealing Sect, does not want this matter to be successful.

Several elite members of the God-Stealing Cult were hiding on the road that the team had to pass, each holding a half-moon-shaped staff weapon, and were ready for battle.

"Remember, don't hurt anyone, just delay them enough!"

The believers put on their veils and nodded silently.

When the team arrived.

"on!"

With a loud shout, the believers rushed forward.

The leading official from the Tribute Tea Bureau was suddenly panicked, and the caravan also became chaotic.

But to their surprise, this group of people were not attacking them, but the carriage.

In the blink of an eye, the ropes on the carriage were cut, the horses were scared away, and all the cargo was left behind.

By the time everyone reacted, the group of men in black had disappeared.

"grass!"

After calming down, one of the Gongcha staff spat and cursed harshly.

"It must have been those beasts from the God-Stealing Cult who did it!"

"Hush!" Another person hurriedly tried to dissuade him, "Be careful with your words. This is unfounded and we dare not speak carelessly."

"What nonsense! The crescent staffs they hold are clearly Western Sect artifacts. Isn't this a clear provocation?"

"Ugh!"

The man just sighed.

They were helpless as they were caught between the two giants, the Western Sect and the Stealing Gods Cult.

But in comparison, the people in the area under the jurisdiction of Xizong live and work in peace and contentment, while the territory of the Stealing God Sect is full of demons and chaos, and the atmosphere is turbulent. As ministers of Dayan, they still have a scale in their hearts to judge which is better.

However, Emperor Yan seemed unable to see this.

"What should we do now?"

"Contact the Demon Suppression Division. Luozhou has a new Demon Suppression General and has sent his lieutenants to hunt demons. Judging by the time, they've almost reached Yi County. Ask them to help escort them."

"Are they willing to do it?"

"Don't they like catching monsters and going against the God-stealing Cult? Give them the news about Hongsong's Willow God. The corpse puppet that appeared last time is a clue!"

"good idea!"

……

Swish!

Under the golden goose feather knife, a ghostly shadow disappeared.

"Sir, ghosts and monsters keep appearing in Yi County. There seems to be something wrong!"

"There's a god from the past dynasty who doesn't know what's good for him. He's stuck in the mortal world and established an organization called the Red Mansion, specifically to take in these wandering ghosts."

A handsome young man took out a silk scarf, wiped the tip of the knife, and was about to speak again.

Bang!

Suddenly, a firework sounded in the distant sky.

"Three-color fireworks, sir, this is a distress signal from the Tribute Tea Department among the Nine Departments of the Imperial City!" The subordinates hurriedly reported.

"I have eyes, can't I see for myself?"

The young man was wearing a crimson cloak and put some force into his large boots with fish patterns on them. Then he flashed and headed in that direction.

A voice came from far away, "The Gongcha Division is in trouble, hurry up and see what's going on!"

……

[Small accomplishment in Earth Controlling Technique, consumes 312 incense points]

Looking at the prompts on the panel, Wan Zhuliu couldn't help but feel a pain in his flesh.

"Advanced spells are different. A small achievement in one spell cost me so much incense. If I practice both spells to perfection, wouldn't it take more than a thousand incense sticks?"

He glanced at the few remaining incense sticks on the panel and decided to give Hu Zi a dream at night.

Even though these villagers were all so confident and moved during the day, now that the trouble has been solved, they have probably forgotten about me.

At this time, we need a leader.

Hu Zi is the most loyal and the best candidate!

However, before that, I have to resolve the grudge with Wang Fugui.

This old man is no longer the village chief, and he has become notorious and a rat crossing the street that everyone wants to beat. He no longer has any luck.

The next day, early in the morning.

Hu Zi walked in front, followed by a continuous stream of villagers.

"Grandpa Liushen, the heavens have eyes. The bad guy Wang Fugui died suddenly last night!"

Wan Zhuliu, who was standing on the branch, curled his lips. It was not God who had eyes, it was clearly him who had eyes.

I tried a new spell yesterday and hit Wang Fugui's yard twice.

As a result, this guy was scared to death, perhaps because he had done too many bad things.

Shaking his head, he looked down again and found that almost half of the villagers from Hongsong had come.

"Am I already so appealing?"

He was a little confused, but before he had time to think about it, he saw the former acting village chief Hu Lian walking out of the crowd.

"On behalf of all the villagers of Hongsong, I respectfully request the Willow God to continue protecting the village. We are deeply grateful and will serve him with incense every day."

"Damn, no wonder they're so active, they're afraid I'll run away!"

Wan Zhuliu's heart moved, but he remained calm and did not give any response.

Hu Lian led the villagers to continue kneeling and did not stand up.

Even after ten or twenty breaths had passed, there was still no movement.

Hu Lian couldn't help but raise his head and looked at Hu Zi with some displeasure, "Hu Zi, are you lying to me? Did the Willow God really appear in my dream last night?"

"It's absolutely true!" Hu Zi answered honestly.

"Then why is he not reacting at all? Could he be dead?"

"Dead? Impossible. Can gods die?"

"How can gods never die? Didn't the imperial court eliminate many gods from previous dynasties?"

Some of the villagers were brave enough to speak up and stopped kneeling.

Above, Wan Zhuliu was furious.

It turns out that these guys came here in such large numbers just to see if I was still around and if I could continue to show my spirit to them...

"As expected, life is a transaction. Either you use me, or I use you!"

He couldn't help but sigh, and his desire to become a righteous god was shaken.

"In that case, I'll accept as much as I can!"

He suddenly activated his magical powers and a strong wind blew.

Especially the ugly-looking Hu Lian, who was swept by him to the middle of the field and fell flat on his face.