Chapter 49: Merit, Sacrifice
That little dragon probably wanted to go to the beach and get some food.
After all, Qingying had said it before, so Xiaolong must have thought so too.
The Cold Qilin tribe leader followed quietly but did not take action directly because he did not find the right opportunity.
I saw Zhulong holding a package in his hand, muttering to himself, checking it from time to time, as if he was saying something.
The Han Qilin tribe leader couldn't hear clearly, so out of curiosity he moved closer, and finally, he heard clearly.
Chen Zhu: "Alas... How could someone be so stupid as to put himself in front of Du Yao's face? Don't you think so?"
What? This, this is for yourself?
The leader of the Han Qilin tribe was stunned, but saw that the thing wrapped in the willow leaf was rapidly enlarging in front of his eyes!
But he snorted in his heart, wanting to launch a sneak attack? How fast can Xiaolong be?
He himself is the patriarch of the Cold Kirin clan and has lived for countless years. How quick can his reaction be?
But... Chen Zhu is no longer a little dragon, he has already accelerated his growth into adulthood and is now a quasi-god-level Zhulong.
"Snapped!"
This time, the poison hit the face of the Cold Qilin tribe leader solidly, and exploded violently because of the characteristics of the poison.
Chen Zhu retreated quickly and was almost injured by mistake. The effect of the poison was too strong. The cold Qilin ancestor's body stiffened, and then fell straight down with all four legs facing the sky.
The Plague God Lu Yue once said that this extremely yang poison is extremely lethal to spirits.
He had already discovered the Cold Qilin, and whenever he tried to leave the tree hole, this thing would approach quickly.
When he returned to the tree hole, the thing was gone.
After several attempts, he saw the other party's intentions clearly.
Ghosts always look for scapegoats, and this may be the reason.
But he didn't expect that this thing's IQ was so low.
"Old thing, you have followed your Lord Long for so long, let me see what you are made of!"
He stepped forward and pulled the ghost away, avoiding the powder, and it turned out to be the shadow of a unicorn.
"Fuck, Kirin ghost!"
He was startled and suddenly felt the surroundings getting dark and gloomy. Could it be that the resentment of the Qilin clan was causing them to linger around?
The leader of the Cold Kirin tribe, Han Nai, was trembling and felt dizzy from the poison. Only his mouth could move. He asked Chen Zhu in shock:
"You...what is this?"
Can still speak!
Chen Zhu's face became extremely ugly, and he hurriedly took out another bag of powder from behind him.
Fortunately, he refined an extra portion and quickly slapped it on Hannai's face again.
At this point, the Cold Qilin tribe leader was completely motionless, his whole body paralyzed and stiff.
“He’s not dead yet!”
Chen Zhu was surprised at the opponent's tenacity, so he took out ten packets of poison powder for use. Well, it was normal to refine a few more packets and keep them as a backup.
He joined the group to ask for a solution.
Now that he doesn't speak in the chat group, basically no one speaks.
Zhu Ming: "@Li Changshou, Brother Wen, I heard that you have a way to deal with souls. Can you help me think of a way to make the enemy's soul fly away?"
Li Changshou: ???
He read the text again to make sure Chen Zhu was not wrong.
"I knew this chat group was a big murky place. How long has it been since they started to figure out how to help people reincarnate?"
But he had to reply, because the other party had already interacted with him.
Li Changshou: "I have some methods of chanting sutras for the salvation of souls. How about you come and learn from me?"
Transcendence?
Chen Zhu pondered, where is the reincarnation at this moment?
He shook his head: "Forget it, I want the kind that makes your soul fly away."
"hiss!"
Li Changshou took a deep breath. So cruel?
He was silent for a moment, subconsciously trying to find a way to hide himself.
But he hadn't replied yet, but someone else had replied to Chen Zhu.
Wu Ze: "Longxian, I have some methods here, simple and quick."
Unexpectedly, Wu Zetian actually had the courage to speak.
Chen Zhu's heart moved, and he said to the other party: "Then you get ready, I will come to pick it up in a year."
Somewhere in a palace on the clouds, Wu Zetian slowly put down the chat group and wiped the cold sweat from her head.
The conversation with Zhulong was a decision she made after careful consideration.
At present, we have already had a conflict with the other party. Since the enemy is strong and we are weak, we can only try our best to resolve the gap. This is a good start.
Chen Zhu has just used his talent, and it will take a year for it to cool down. It is neither long nor short.
He felt that the cooldown time for this talent was too long, and the duration that could be used was also very short each time.
However, he had an indescribable premonition that his talent might change after his cultivation reached the Divine Transformation stage.
As for this Qilin ghost, I can only make you more poisonous within this year.
Hannai is undoubtedly in pain!
This little dragon had some unknown way of seeing him, and he would throw out a small packet of white powder every time, poisoning him so much that his whole body became stiff.
A small packet can poison you for three days and three nights.
"How about you let me go, kid?"
A month later, Hannai felt that her mouth could move, and she opened her mouth numbly.
"not good!"
Chen Zhu, who was preparing the poison, was horrified when he realized that he had not taken drug resistance into account, and hurriedly gave him another packet.
"I was careless. I was still too immature."
He was still frightened, so he tied up Han Qilin Hannai with branches from a hollow tree and put on multiple insurances.
Therefore, the time that Hannah could speak was extended to two months later.
"Xiaolong, don't do anything yet, let's talk it over..."
"Snapped!"
Chen Zhu took the poison powder and said, "Mumbling, with shifty eyebrows and rat eyes, I can tell at a glance that he has no good intentions."
He didn't fall for it and just waited for a year to be up before finding a way to kill himself.
Incense: billion.
You all have worked very hard and made steady progress.
During this year, he traveled all over the territory of the Cold Kirin clan occupied by the horned dragons and collected thousands of poisons.
Only after he had a little bit of trump card did he feel at ease.
The food obtained by the way will speed up the construction of the altar. It is estimated that in another hundred years, he will be able to enter the state of transformation.
After a year, he descended into Wu Zetian's world and tried his best to shrink his body, but it was still as big as Wu Zetian's Heavenly Palace.
Wu Zetian knelt on the ground respectfully. Everything needed to be prepared was ready, and she was just waiting for Zhulong to take it.
Chen Zhu first took a look at this world. It was not small, about one percent of the size of Nezha’s world.
The population is definitely more than a billion.
A look of dissatisfaction flashed across his eyes: "The Dragon Immortal Palace needs to be renovated, understand?"
"Wu Yan will definitely work hard!"
Wu Zetian lowered her head deeply, not daring to look at the majestic Zhulong.
Chen Zhu set his eyes on the bamboo slips, which were methods related to the soul.
He remembered it at a glance and instantly understood the above content.
When the time was up, he disappeared without a sound.
But the content was circling in his mind.
What a pity, he sighed regretfully. The prehistoric world was suppressed too strongly by the innate gods. Speaking of innate gods, no one knew whether Taoist Taiping had finished the fight or not, and whether he won or lost.
When he returned to the ancient times, most of the knowledge was useless, so he deleted and reduced it, and finally got an appropriate method.
It is also related to sacrifice.
Offering sacrifices to heaven and earth with souls is a way of repaying the kindness given to the ancestors. Not only will there be no disasters, but there will be merits to be gained.
This was Wu Zetian's method of improving the country's fortunes and raising its world status, and it seemed like she spent a lot of money on it.
Chen Zhu's heart moved.
The merits of making acquired things are not feasible, but I don’t know if I can get innate merits by offering sacrifices to souls?
He turned his head and looked at Han Qilin and laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Han Qilin opened his mouth and regretted it the next second.
Chen Zhu's face changed, and a packet of poison powder was shot towards him.
"You are so awesome! I have been taking one pack a day, how can this poison not kill you?"
(End of this chapter)