Zhenshanhai

In a trance for a while, when Apu stood still, he was already in another world.

In the quiet night sky, a crimson crescent moon hangs high in the sky, surrounded by countless stars.The red moonlight shines on the ground, which doesn't make people feel weird, but has a soft sense of comfort.

The girl stepped on the jade ground, which was a flat and huge white jade square, centered on the central cylindrical high platform, with mysterious and familiar black lines extending in all directions.

Looking far away, there is a clear and shallow white mist blocking the sight in a more distant place, only the outline of a gray and huge continuous mountain is faintly visible, surrounded by high mountains, surrounding this white jade square.

Although it is the first time to come here, it is undoubtedly a new sacrificial field, which has the same origin as the Mangshan sacrificial field.

Not far in front of Lin Pu, the cyan mist gradually thickened and gathered, painting a graceful silhouette of a woman, and then quickly condensed into a familiar figure. The woman in the yellow shirt opened her eyes.

Before the girl could surprise her with a question, Zhenjun flashed his figure and moved behind the girl to protect her, holding the sword in his right hand.

"I said how could the little girl be so diligent in her cultivation, she opened the safety lock so quickly and entered the realm of transformation. It turned out that a fellow Taoist was killed, and her primordial spirit dissipated and accidentally touched the map."

Hearing the sound, Apu was overjoyed, and turned around. A beautiful white-haired woman in a silver velvet cloak was standing opposite Mo Xianjun with a smile, and nodded to Zhenjun.

"Sacrifice mother-in-law!"

The girl rushed to the woman, hugged her and jumped a few times happily, then separated and took a closer look, seeing that the old wrinkled face of the woman had returned to youth, guessing that her injury had recovered, she was determined.

Immediately, he took her by the hand and came to Mo Xianjun, and introduced him, "Zhenjun, this is the elder of my hometown..."

Then she looked back at the sacrificial mother-in-law, and waited for the woman to nod with a smile, before continuing: "I am also the god priest of Damang Mountain. My previous understanding of the practice world and etiquette were all taught by my mother-in-law."

Mo Xianjun held the sword and held the salute: "It is expected that the powerful person who protects the Mangshan human race is a fellow daoist. I would like to thank my fellow daoist for saving me this time."

The true king's lifespan is over, and because of the smuggling of the chaotic sea monster, his body has been dispersed by himself and turned into a seaside enchantment. The woman helped.

The woman waved her hand: "It's just a chance, I can't thank you all. I originally set up a formation, and when Apu's cultivation base is deep, I will send spiritual power to unlock the safety lock and come in by myself.

Coincidentally, Zhenjun is willing to accept this little girl into the mountain gate, and he has a caring heart to lead to karma. The soul touched the safety lock, and happened to unravel the formation map and be sent here together. "

The mother-in-law’s original idea was that Mo Xianjun was one of the top cultivators in the world today, and Lin Pu’s cultivation was one level lower than hers—that is, the heaven-level travel realm, so he should be able to protect himself. He is qualified enough to know what he explained.

Unexpectedly, the world was changing, and Mo Xianjun took the initiative to lose his soul because of the smuggling of ghosts.

Zhenjun's idea was that this little disciple who had just left the mundane world had a long way to go back to the mountain gate from the land of the extreme east, and he was afraid of danger, so he used his last soul power to give her a protective amulet.

As for the Yuanshen dissipating and brushing past Lin Pu, it was a useless but sincere blessing to the last junior from the same sect he saw before his death.

Coincidentally, this kind of favored thought just met the conditions, and the cause and effect were bound by each other. The real monarch was in the heaven-level happy state, and the formation chart recognized the girl and Mo Xianjun's primordial spirit together.

Coming to this world, not under the control of the heavenly rules of the Lingqi Continent, Mo Xianjun's heavenly-level primordial spirit repaired by himself, and naturally escaped from calamity.

The white-haired woman stroked the girl's head.

"I wanted to wait until your cultivation level has reached, but my lineage believes in gods, pays attention to the law of the world, and the relationship between cause and effect, all of which are instructed by the gods. Now that you have just left Mangshan, the safety lock has been unlocked. Worse than I expected."

After she finished speaking, she turned her head to look at Mr. Mo Xian, "Zhenjun should know that the sacrifice of gods is not the original orthodoxy of this era."

Mo Xianjun nodded: "The priesthood of the gods has now declined, and the classics of the orthodoxy have not survived in the world. It is rumored that it is the orthodoxy of the Lingshi era of the last era."

After she finished speaking, she hesitated for a moment, "But the strange thing is that even if the rest of the orthodoxy in the Lingshi era declined, there are all written records to support it. Only the gods and priests have no words, only in legends."

The sacrificial mother-in-law smiled: "Of course the god priests are different from the rest of the orthodoxy in the Lingshi era, because they did not exist in the same era at all.

The Lingshi Era is the first era of this continent, all major avenues are prosperous, and hundreds of schools of thought are singing together.The sacrifice of the gods is a product of the second era, that is the era when the gods ruled the mainland, and the sacrifices of the gods are unique in the world. "

Mo Xianjun's expression became serious.

"But the current cognition in the practice world is that the era of the spirit is the first era in the mainland, followed by this era. The era of gods is not recorded in the classics, and there are no traces left in the world."

The mother-in-law beckoned, and under the red moonlight, the hazy mist in the distance dissipated immediately, revealing the appearance of mountains.It was only then that Lin Pu discovered that the towering and continuous mountains were not mountains, but huge statues of gods surrounding the sacrificial field.

The statue is towering and tall, and I can't see the whole picture clearly, but as far as I can see, the instinctive feedback in my heart is full of awe, reverence and closeness. In the dark, I have a firm intuition telling myself that this is born on the same continent as my body. Native deities, at least the ones who once existed.

"In my era, different gods worshiped and served different gods. These stone statues are the gods who ruled the mainland in the second era..."

In that era, the connection between the gods and the human world was sacrifice.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, spring planting and autumn harvest, natural disasters and shipwrecks, as long as the priest prays to his gods, no matter what the result is, there will be a response.

Although the world at that time did not have various orthodoxy like the first era, nor did it have many countries in this era, but the jurisdiction of each god was like a country, and the god was the wise and loving ruler...

Apu looked around and silently counted the majestic statues, and asked, "Grandma Sacrifice, were there only a few dozen gods in that era?"

The ruler can respond to every request, and for the entire vast and endless continent, the number of dozens is really too small.

The sacrificial mother-in-law replied in a deep voice: "No one knows the total number, but there are millions of sacrifices and at least ten thousand gods."

"But the number of god statues around here is no more than a hundred."

The sacrificial mother-in-law did not answer this question, and changed the subject: "The god priests have cultivated to a certain level, and they can cross the tribulation and ascend to immortality. At this time, they can choose to ascend or stay on the mainland to become a new god.

Therefore, the number of gods is gradually increasing, and new gods, new priests and new believers will appear every once in a while.Because the gods are all aborigines of the mainland, under the restraint of each other, even if there is friction between the gods, they will never involve the human world.

Sometimes, a new god is born, and his sacrifice is awakened, and seniors like the sacrificial mother-in-law will pass on experience to the younger generation to help communicate with the gods.

Therefore, in that era, the gods who were rulers did not interfere with each other and lived in peace.People in the world work hard and live in peace, prosperity and stability, folk masters emerge, skills are refurbished, various classics are formed, and literary schools are everywhere... This is an era of prosperous civilization.

Then, the priest of Baishen appeared.

When the preaching began, no one took it to heart, they only thought it was a newly born god.

But suddenly one day, except Baishen, all the gods stopped responding to their followers.

At first people were just discussing uneasy, but ten days, ten months, ten years...the gods still had no news, until the next 200 years, after the endless locust tsunami floods and droughts, the faith of the entire continent collapsed, almost All to the one and only white god who responds to believers.

In another 200 years, only the mother-in-law and a few priests are still struggling to stick to their beliefs. They communicate with the gods they believe in every day, but they never get a response.

They almost fell into despair, and some people kept giving up.

"...Finally one day, my god responded to me." The voice of the sacrificial mother-in-law was low, "He said that other gods were killed, and he was also seriously injured and dying."

Mo Xianjun sat upright, frowned and said, "White God?"

"Yes, he told me that the White God is a demon who came here by chance by tearing apart the space."

The sacrificial mother-in-law caressed the cheek of the girl who was nestled beside her, and continued: "The gods who did not choose to ascend and stay on the mainland, their power no longer relies on spiritual power to practice, but comes from the belief in the world. After preaching to the world, the channel of communication between the gods and the world was first intercepted.

Just 200 years, 200 years of natural disasters, enough to make the whole world hate the gods who once protected us, and another 200 years, it will be forgotten..."

"The gods lost their faith, their strength was weakened, and they were killed by demons one by one."

After finishing speaking, Granny Sacrifice turned to Zhenjun, with a strange smile, and asked, "Guess what is the demon's purpose?"

Mo Xianjun's expression gradually became serious, and he replied: "The god is not only the ruler of the mainland, but also the guardian. After killing the guardian, he also erased all traces of that era. His purpose is—a whole civilization?"

The white-haired woman's hands were as cold as iron, and Lin Pu shivered.

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