After binding the investment system, I began to cultivate the empress

He was really afraid that these people would be so fearless that they would run out of the town.

After all, there are no disaster beasts now, and there is no thick fog in the mountains.

What if the townspeople discovered that they could get out of the mountain without the help of the so-called "gods"?

Fortunately, over the years, no one dares to challenge Shenwei...

"Master Wu Ling will be back soon. During this time, you must control your tribesmen and never do anything that would displease the gods."

Fei Lian, who once absorbed the faith of Sanshan Town, is actually dead.

The hall master sent him a message, saying that he would send a new 'mountain god' over soon.

"By the way, prepare another batch of sacrifices."

I heard that sacrifices had to be prepared again.

The mayor and the elders looked bitter.

.....

That afternoon.

The temple at the entrance of Sanshan Town has an altar and various offerings on display, which were collected by the mayor from every household.

Around the altar, there are flags with a totem with a deer head and a bird body painted on them.

"Today, Master Wu Ling will soon be inspired by me and perform a miracle!"

The fat priest took a look at the offering and was very satisfied.

He received news that a new mountain god was coming soon.

The townspeople carried heavy baskets on their backs, their eyes filled with hope.

They only needed to wait for the gods' blessing, and then they could safely bypass the mountains and go out to bring hope to their people for the winter.

The fat priest's body was shaking with fat as he began to perform a strange sacrificial dance.

This totem can connect to nearby beings with ancestral blood.

But halfway through the dance, the villagers suddenly cheered excitedly.

"The cloud, the cloud is coming down!"

"Is the Mountain God going to show up in person?"

"?"

A question mark appeared on the fat priest's head.

He performed the sacrificial dance purely to enhance the atmosphere, make it more ceremonial, and make the townspeople believe him more.

He hasn't started using the real method of summoning gods yet.

The atmosphere has not been set yet, so naturally there is no connection established with the witch spirit.

So what the hell is that coming down here?

The fat priest looked closely.

A young man with deer antlers on his head and wearing a golden robe, who looked extraordinary, was carried by white clouds and landed in the center of the altar.

He half-knelt with his hands on the ground (for detailed posture, please refer to the Terminator's appearance), and slowly stood up with an expressionless face. He was truly a cold and aloof immortal god who descended from the clouds.

Beside him, there was a young man in golden clothes and a hood, and a woman with shiny skin and electric arcs.

These two were equally imposing and unfathomable, guarding the young man in the middle.

In front of these three people, the fat priest suddenly looked very wretched.

"You are......"

The fat priest narrowed his eyes and prepared to ask a question.

"How dare you speak to a god like that!"

You see, when they speak there is a sound like thunder and lightning, so profound and unfathomable.

"I....."

"What do I mean by me? Now that I have seen the body of an immortal, why don't I bow down?"

The hooded young man in gold clothes shouted loudly.

"?"

A trace of confusion flashed across the fat priest's narrowed green eyes.

Why does this line sound so familiar?

Aren’t these all his words?

But the witch spirit sent from the headquarters is clearly not like that.

Moreover, he had just communicated with the spirit by summoning it, but there was no response.

This is not a witch spirit sent by the headquarters at all!

The fat priest said angrily:

"How dare you pretend to be God! How dare you! You..."

"You are a blasphemer of the gods."

In the middle, the young man with deer horns spoke without any sadness or joy.

He has a deep, very magnetic voice.

There seemed to be eternally burning sparks in his eyes, making people dare not look directly at him.

"I have been asleep for ten thousand years and have long since stopped caring about the affairs of the human world. However, some people are using the names of immortals to deceive people. Haven't you heard that the net of heaven is vast and wide, and nothing can escape it?"

"Now the Celestial Lord of the Myriad Immortal Sect stands before you, yet you still have no intention of repenting!"

"You are ignorant of destiny, have little blessings, do not cultivate magical powers, do not cultivate virtues, are covered with fur and horns, and were born from an egg in the wet!"

“You are so bold!”

Li Mo had a cold and serious expression on his face, and he looked intimidating without even getting angry.

The sun is shining high.