Chapter 268 Refining Divine Power

The black clouds dissipated, the sky returned to tranquility, and the huge, towering figure suddenly disappeared.

"The gods... have fallen."

Everyone's heads thumped, and they were completely stunned. How can I say that Bishen has a history of more than hundreds of years, and no fewer than ten Hachiman Palace masters have died of old age, and she is still alive and well. However, such a long-lived god was completely killed by a Chinese god today.

"No, no, Shangshen has great powers and infinite resurrection ability, he will not be killed so easily." The master of Hachiman Palace murmured repeatedly, like a madman.

It can be said that Bishen is his lifelong belief, and at this moment it is shattered, and he cannot believe it, let alone accept it.

Although the two jounin of the Yujin family are not as fanatical as the master of the Hachiman palace, at least they can realize one thing, when the gods die, it is the day of their burial, and Lin Youye will definitely not let go Chance.

Just when everyone had different thoughts, the dark clouds in the sky once again gathered together, followed by arrogant and invincible laughter.

"Hahaha, Lin Youye, you can't kill me. In this Hachiman Palace, I have almost unlimited resurrection ability, and you can't do anything to me."

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and the God of Bishen was restored. He did not die, and was still a perfect god body fifteen meters high.

This is the special feature of offering sacrifices to gods. If the belief is endless, he will never die. Especially in his shrine, the power of belief is almost endless. As long as he doesn't step out of the shrine, even if he is killed, he can be resurrected in a short time.

"I have noticed the resentment of the gods in you. It should be the breath of Inari God. You should have contacted Inari God. Maybe he gave you the method of training your spiritual consciousness." Bishen said softly.

"I killed her." Lin Lang said lightly.

Bishen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stared at Lin Lang for a while, as if he wanted to see through him.

"That's right, since the Inari statue was lost a hundred years ago, her divine power has also begun to weaken. It is understandable to die at your hands after leaving the Jingu where she was born."

Bishen nodded: "But this god is different. Countless believers bow down to him. As long as they are still there, I will be immortal."

Looking at the angle of view, more and more citizens came out of the street outside the Hachiman Palace, facing the location of the Hachiman Palace, worshiping devoutly, babbling constantly, praying to the gods to kill evil spirits.

"Have you seen it? This is God. Whether it is a fool or a wise man, the common people in the territory of God must submit to God's feet."

His voice was booming, like rolling thunder, he was high above, looking down at the ants below.

"That's not necessarily the case." Lin Lang shook his head slightly: "If you have died once, you will lose the combat power of the third floor. You have no chance to turn around."

As soon as the voice fell, the god body of Bi Mai Shen suddenly fluctuated violently, countless arcs of lightning flashed, climbing on Bi Mai Shen's body, the thunder gathered more and more, and erupted completely with a bang.

Bishen's complexion changed drastically, and there was vague fear in the corner of his mouth. He could feel that his body was filled with a terrifying aura that could destroy it thousands of times.

That was thunder, exactly the countless lightning spells released by Lin Lang before. They didn't erupt at that time, but were lurking in the divine body of Bishen. When it revived again, these thunderbolts finally gathered together and formed, compatible with his divine body without distinction.

"burst!"

Lin Lang opened his mouth silently. With a terrifying explosion that destroyed the world, the entire Hachiman Palace was shaken a few times, and there were ruins everywhere. The shrine was the first to bear the brunt and was shattered by the bombing.

The black cloud dissipated, and it took shape again, Bishen was resurrected, and those lightning bolts grew out together with his god body like tarsal maggots.

It was another earth-shattering explosion, and Bishen was smashed to pieces again.

After going back and forth several times, Bimao, who was resurrected again, was dying of tossing on his back, and his body was almost transparent. Indeed, every time he is resurrected, a large part of his divine power will be lost. Now he is less than 10% compared to his heyday. Maybe a random immortal cultivator with spiritual consciousness can kill him here.

"Come."

Lin Lang stretched out his hand to inhale, and sucked the blissful God into his hand. A completely transparent soul-body god was no bigger than a palm, curled up into a ball, and this was the essence of his body.

There was an uproar outside Hachiman Palace. The believers seemed to be crazy, yelling around in the street. Their pious prayers no longer worked, and the gods were killed by the demons.

This time the god has really fallen! There is no possibility of resurrection.

Lin Lang sat directly on the ground, opened his mouth, and swallowed the soul of the God of Biqian into his belly, and began to digest it.

Huge divine power rolled in and turned into strands of energy to temper Lin Lang's soul, while Bi Mai's soul was like a hammer, knocking on Lin Lang's soul to cause a slight shock. God's soul is also gradually shrinking at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye.

During the countless times of tempering, Lin Lang's spirit became stronger and more solid, and there was a palpitating aura in Hachiman Palace, which even surpassed the previous Bishen.

Like a rising sun, it bids farewell to the old and welcomes the new, full of majesty and vitality.

Those believers who were still saddened by the fall of the god of betrayal before, gradually calmed down at this time.

"God, resurrected!"

I don't know who was the first to speak, and everyone around them knelt down again. Perhaps in their hearts, they always thought that the gods would not die, and now the resurrected one is still

It's like selling gods.

Three days later, Lin Lang slowly opened his eyes, and a trembling feeling that shocked the soul came out. Those pair of bright black pupils seemed to contain cosmic stars, quiet and profound.

Beside him, the female ninja of the Utsu family and Shirakawa Sakura were on the left and right, guarding the surroundings quietly. At this time, the female ninja had already taken off the black cloth on her body, revealing her originally extremely enchanting face.

She and Shirakawa Sakura are two completely different beauties, one is a sexy and charming fairy, and the other is a well-behaved maid.

"Owner."

"Meet the master."

The two leaned forward slightly at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, as if they had undergone countless trainings, neat and obedient.

Yujin Jingyi is the female ninja. At the time of the first explosion of Bimaishen, the master of Hachiman Palace and the male ninja were directly killed because they were relatively close, and the two of them were relatively far away. Get away with your life.

It was she who helped save Bai Chuanying from the explosion.

"You can also be regarded as a master, and you will follow Bai Chuanying and take care of the affairs of Japan for me in the future. If you are half-hearted, you will know the consequences." Lin Lang glanced lightly.

"yes."

Yujin Jingyi bowed slightly.