Chapter 1024 Acquired Sacredness, Secret of False Gods (Part 1)

Mu Zhixing's plan is very simple, that is to use Ge Changlong as a pathfinder, to see what the pseudo-Shen Jintong is going to use these people for.

The only risk here is whether Mu Zhixing can rescue Ge Changlong after Ge Changlong sees the purpose of the fake god Jintong.

Ge Changlong was also thinking about this question. The guy sent by his second brother just opened and closed his mouth, but he wanted to risk his life.

But then again, it seems that I have no other way.

I was already imprisoned in this cage, and I couldn't escape without someone sent by my second brother to rescue me.

This means that we must cooperate even if we cooperate, and we must cooperate even if we do not cooperate.

"If I say I don't want to, will you rescue me in advance?"

Ge Changlong wrote on the ground in front of him.

"Won't."

Mu Zhixing said bluntly.

Ge Changlong is only half of himself, and when he can use him, Mu Zhixing will not be merciful.

Ge Changlong rolled his eyes, people had to bow their heads under the eaves, take risks, take risks, it seems that he has no chance to choose now.

At this moment, there was a sudden creak, and the door of the cave opened.

A few people who also wore colorful masks came in, and they directly escaped a few people from the cage, and grabbed those people out like chickens.

Seeing those people's rough actions, Ge Changlong was terrified.

The people around seemed to be used to it. After a slight commotion, everyone became quiet again.

After a while, Ge Changlong whispered, "Are you still there?"

No voice responded.

Ge Changlong was a little flustered. In this strange place, being imprisoned in a cage, he himself was still seriously injured.

At this time, he was the most insecure. Originally, the existence of Mu Zhixing could give him a little sense of security.

Now that Mu Zhixing didn't even respond to him, how could he not panic?

The point is, he can't see the existence of Juzhixing, so he doesn't know whether Juzhixing has left.

In fact, Juzhi has indeed gone.

Holding the Yuanshi Shenbing Yuzang Sword, Mu Zhixing became more courageous.

Taking advantage of those people wearing colorful masks to arrest people, he stuck to a person's back and followed them out.

Originally, I wanted Ge Changlong to explore the bottom line, but now I don't need Ge Changlong to take risks, and the opportunity has come!

Yuan Shi Shenbing Yu Zangjian perfectly concealed Mu Zhixing's aura. He followed the group of people closely, but no one noticed him.

After walking through the dark mountain road for a while, just when Mu Zhixing was wondering why the fake god Jintong lived in such a gloomy place, suddenly, his eyes lit up, and the temperature suddenly rose.

A flame appeared in front of him, and he saw a gigantic stove standing in front of him. In front of the stove, a man with three eyes was sitting cross-legged. The flames from the stove seemed to burn his face.

He kept throwing a person into the fire, and in the light of the fire, his face looked extremely terrifying.

Mu Zhixing was startled. He said that the false god Jintong was performing some evil rituals, but he was just talking nonsense. He didn't expect that his words would become a prophecy. This guy is actually using human life to sacrifice something!

"who!"

A flash of light flashed in the eyes of the pseudo-shen jintong, and he shouted sharply.

When Mu Zhixing's mood fluctuated, there was a loophole in the cover-up of his breath, and even such a slight fluctuation was caught by the fake god Jintong.

Before he could finish speaking, the false god Jintong raised his hand and punched in the direction of Mu Zhixing.

Without the slightest hesitation, Mu Zhixing united his sword and man, and rushed out of the cave.

Fighting against the fake Shenjintong?

Stop dreaming!

He, Mu Zhixing, is not even a god, a master like a false god, who can beat him to pieces with one move.

"boom--"

A loud noise shook the ground.

The man with the colorful mask who was standing next to Mu Zhixing just now was directly blasted into a ball of flesh and blood by the fake god Jintong.

A majestic false god, even with a single blow, can easily kill a strong Tianzun.

Mu Zhixing was scared out of his wits, only now did he know how terrifying the false gods are!

I'm still a little overwhelmed!

It's too late to regret it now, I can only hope that Yuzangjian can hide from the perception of the fake god Jintong!

escape!

There is only one solution in Mu Zhixing's mind.

The Yuzang Sword, which is invisible to the naked eye, is flying in the air. If there is a way to walk, if there is no way, it will go straight through the rocks!

The sense of crisis in his heart never disappeared, and Mu Zhixing was terrified. He knew that he hadn't gotten rid of the pseudo-spiritual power yet!

"Yuanshi Shenbing?"

The cold snort of the false god Jintong resounded in Mu Zhixing's heart, "Although the magic soldier is good, your strength is too weak. With such strength, you dare to come in front of me to fight with an axe. You simply don't know what to do!"

"boom--"

Before he finished speaking, there was another loud noise, and Mu Zhixing felt a monstrous force slamming on his body.

"puff--"

Mu Zhixing sprayed blood from his mouth, and fell out of the state of the unity of man and sword.

His figure also appeared in the sky.

If Yu Zangjian hadn't shared most of the power of the fake god Jintong's blow, Mu Zhixing would probably be dead now.

"You don't even have the cultivation base of Tianzun, who gave you the confidence to come and spy on the secrets of this seat?"

The figure of the pseudo-God Jintong appeared not far away, walking like a leisurely stroll in the courtyard, and said coldly.

His figure is a bit illusory, it is not the main body, but a clone coming forward.

Mu Zhixing's heart sank, the recent days were too smooth, and he was too confident.

It shouldn't be so risky, I should let the avatar come.

Now it's dangerous.

"Master Jin Tong, the misunderstanding is all a misunderstanding."

Mu Zhixing forced a smile on his face, and said, "I'm not your enemy, I'm the brother of the disciple of the master of Tiangong Pavilion, and I'm here to send the magic weapon to you, Mr. Jintong."

"oh?"

The avatar of the false god Jintong looked at Mu Zhixing with a half-smile, noncommittal.

"This is Yuanshi Shenbing Yuzangjian!"

Mu Zhixing gritted his teeth and said, at the critical moment, he can also pull his face down. No matter what, saving his life is the most important thing!

Damn, isn't he just a false god? What are you arrogant about?

There are brothers behind the master!

In the future, I will call my brother Zhou Shu, and the mysterious No. 1 man with the golden mask. I don't think I can tear down your bones!

Mu Zhixing felt ruthless in his heart, but the smile on his face became more and more sincere, "This Yuzang sword was cast by the owner of Tiangong Pavilion himself, and he specially sent me here to give it to you, Mr. Jintong, as a requisition The reward of Yuanshi in your territory, Mr. Jintong."

Mu Zhixing nodded and bowed, looking like a humble begging gesture.

The fake god Jintong looked at Mu Zhixing coldly, "Do you think this seat is a fool?"

"When will the owner of the Tiangong Pavilion be qualified to decide the ownership of Yuanshi Shenbing?"

There was an extremely cold light in his eyes, and he said coldly, "How could he give the Yuanshi Shenbing to me!"

"Tell me, what is the relationship between you and the owner of the Tiangong Pavilion!"

The pseudo-Shen Jintong exuded an incomparably powerful aura, which was so oppressive that Mu Zhixing could hardly breathe.

"I--"

Mu Zhixing had difficulty breathing and was about to speak.

Suddenly, a palm stretched out out of thin air, directly holding the Yuzang Sword in Mu Zhixing's hand.

"you dare!"

A look of surprise flashed across the pseudo-shen Jintong's face, and then he shouted angrily.

Before he finished speaking, a sharp sword light had already slashed towards him.

The false god Jintong was furious, took a step forward, and punched out.

The sword light collided with the fist, and it was directly shattered into countless fine pieces of sword energy. Those sword energy hit the stone wall of the cave, causing the stone wall to collapse.

The pseudo-shen jintong roared and knocked away the falling rocks, and then found that the damned thief had disappeared!

He flew into a rage, and his divine thoughts covered hundreds of miles in an instant like flowing water, every plant and tree clearly appeared in his thoughts.

But there was no trace of the little thief.

The face of the fake god Jintong suddenly became extremely ugly.

She let him escape right under her nose!

I don't know how far away from the base camp of the false God Jintong, there was a flash of light in the sky, and two figures fell out.

"It's you?"

Mu Zhixing was terrified, only then did he realize that the person who saved him was the No. 1 golden mask man whom he hadn't seen for a while.

"I'm talking about Mu Zhixing, you are too courageous! With your little strength, you dare to run in front of the fake god Jintong!"

No. 1 golden masked man complained.

"I didn't expect that the old boy, the fake god Jintong, would be so powerful."

Mu Zhixing also said with some fear, "I said No. 1, why are you here?"

"It's a good thing I'm here, otherwise, you'd be dead."

The No. 1 man with the golden mask said angrily, "I really convinced you. I really thought that with a handful of Yuanshi Shenbing, you can go anywhere?"

"I suffered from being uneducated."

Mu Zhixing was also thick-skinned, and sighed, "If I had known that the false god is so much stronger than Tianzun, I wouldn't have lost face in front of the false god Jintong if I was killed."

"Number One, thank you this time."

Mu Zhixing said, "By the way, that old boy, the false god Jintong, used human beings to perform blood sacrifices. What is he doing?"

"Cast soldiers."

The No. 1 golden masked man said calmly.

"Cast soldiers? You bully me and don't understand?"

Mu Zhixing curled his lips and said, "Although I'm not a soldier casting master, my brother Zhou Shu is the strongest soldier casting master in the world. I've never heard of it, and soldiers need to be sacrificed with blood!"

"Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean there isn't one."

No. 1 man in the golden mask gave him a disdainful look, and said, "The false god Jintong is not a soldier-casting master, so he used this kind of sorcery."

"No, it shouldn't be difficult to ask a soldier casting master to help him cast soldiers with the status of a fake god."

Mu Zhixing looked at No. 1 golden mask man and said doubtfully.

"It's not difficult, but he didn't dare to let others know about it, so he ended up personally."

No. 1 golden masked man nodded.

Mu Zhixing scratched his head, "What's going on, can you explain it to me?"

"Why are you in a hurry? Am I telling you? I just want to tell you something. You go and inform Zhou Shu. This time, it's fun."

The No. 1 golden masked man snorted coldly.

"Let me tell you, the false god Jintong is using the method of blood sacrifice to forge an extremely powerful divine weapon. If he succeeds, no one among the false gods will be his opponent."

"A magical weapon, can it have such a big effect?"

Mu Zhixing frowned.

"What do you think? The false god Jintong is himself the strongest among the false gods. If there is an unparalleled magical weapon, it will not be a problem for him to become the number one false god."

No. 1 man in the golden mask said, "You don't need to worry about whether he can do it or not, you just need to know about it."

"The false god Jintong wants to become the number one false god, and then go one step further and become the acquired saint!"

"Acquired sacred?"

Juzhixing was even more surprised.

After coming to this back world, he has been hearing about holiness, but he is also at a loss as to what kind of existence holiness is.

When he left Tongguan City this time, he had another task to inquire about the sacred name.

It's just that until now, he hasn't found out a single sacred name.

"That's right."

The No. 1 man with the golden mask looked very serious, and said in a deep voice, "It is rumored that if you collect three thousand spiritual fruits and consume them, you will become a saint."

"Spiritual fruit is born once every 100,000 years, and the last time a spiritual fruit was born was 100,000 years ago."

No. 1 golden mask man didn't give Mu Zhixing a chance to ask questions, and continued, "The false god Jintong just wants to seize the opportunity of the birth of the spiritual fruit this time and become the acquired saint!"

"To become an acquired saint, he needs to get three thousand spiritual fruits. You must know that all the false gods are robbing the spiritual fruits. If the false god Jintong wants to get the three thousand spiritual fruits alone, he must defeat all the false gods. "

"I see."

Mu Zhixing suddenly realized.

"He used this kind of sorcery to forge a magic weapon, and he wanted to use this magic weapon to defeat other false gods, and then grab three thousand spiritual fruits!"

"This old boy's ambition is huge!"

"That's right, the day after tomorrow is holy, that's also holy, taking this step is the difference between heaven and earth."

No. 1 man in the golden mask nodded and said, "Originally, the pseudo-Shen Jintong wanted to cooperate with the owner of the Tiangong Pavilion, but then something happened, and the two turned against each other."

"I suspect that the owner of the Tiangong Pavilion has died under the hands of the false god Jintong!"

No. 1 man in the golden mask uttered a piece of news that shocked Mu Zhixing.

"Damn it!"

Mu Zhixing patted his thigh, "I said, why did the pseudo-Shen Jintong react like that when I mentioned the owner of the Tiangong Pavilion just now!"

"It turns out that he has known for a long time that the master of the Tiangong Pavilion is dead, and it is impossible to forge the Yuanshi Divine Weapon, and it is impossible to give him the Yuanshi Divine Weapon!"

Mu Zhixing said cursingly.

"In that case, even if Zhou Shu used his identity as the master's direct disciple of the Tiangong Pavilion to bluff and deceive this false god?"

Mu Zhixing thought about it.

They gained a foothold in Tongguan City, relying on Zhou Shu's use of this identity to bluff and deceive. Originally, they thought they could deceive the false God Jintong.

Now it seems that the fake Shenjintong will not be fooled at all.

"That's not necessarily the case."

No. 1 man in the golden mask shook his head and said, "Maybe the master of Tiangong Pavilion was killed by him, but he can't be sure whether the master of Tiangong Pavilion has any personal disciples left behind, but whether he believes it or not, when he finishes his work Forging this divine weapon, the first thing he has to do is probably to kill the weeds!"

"So, Lao Zhou is still in danger?"

Mu Zhixing frowned.

"That's right, if the fake god Jintong can successfully forge a magic weapon, he will definitely kill Zhou Shu."

No. 1 golden masked man said, "So you have to take this news back."

"Is there a way to stop the fake god Jintong?"

Mu Zhixing said in a deep voice, "If we rescue all his sacrifices, will he be unable to succeed?"

"How much can we save?"

The No. 1 man in the golden mask shook his head and said, "The pseudo-Shen Jintong has countless masters, and some of them help him find sacrifices. We can save one, but we can't save all of them. In the end, we still do nothing."

"Unless this news is made public and the false god Jintong becomes the target of public criticism, and other false gods attack him together, otherwise he will not be stopped."

The No. 1 golden masked man said.

"Then make it public, why are you still hesitating? What shame do you give that old thing!"

Mu Zhixing said anxiously.

"it's useless."

The No. 1 man in the golden mask shook his head and said, "Do you think that Jintong is the only one who wants to become the acquired saint? Jintong is preparing means, and the other false gods are not idle. For these false gods, killing a few Individuals are insignificant at all, and no one will take them too seriously."

"Why do you think the false gods in the world have not acted yet? They are all secretly preparing their strength. The birth of the spirit fruit is a crisis and an opportunity for all the false gods!"

The No. 1 golden masked man sighed.

"This won't work, and that won't work, so tell me, what else can we do? Are we going to sit and wait for death?"

Mu Zhixing frowned.

Zhou Shu is the backbone of these people. They can gain a foothold in this world, all relying on Zhou Shu's ability. If something happens to Zhou Shu, they will fall apart immediately.

Even if you don't say these things, but from the perspective of personal friendship, Mu Zhixing will not watch Zhou Shu have an accident.

"I do not know what to do."

The No. 1 man in the golden mask shook his head, "I'm just bringing you the news. If you bring the news to Zhou Shu, it's up to him how to deal with it."

"I think he should have a way."

No. 1 golden masked man said, "By the way, I also got news that the first spiritual fruit has been born, and it is in Tongguan City."

"Already born?"

Mu Zhixing frowned and said, when he left Tongguan City, there was no trace of the Laoshizi Spirit Fruit.

"So no matter from which angle you look at it, Lao Zhou is in danger. If you don't kill the false god Jintong, the false god Jintong will have to kill him."

Mu Zhixing sighed, "I don't know what kind of physique Lao Zhou is so capable of provoking enemies."

"Let's not talk about the second child, the boss. You are not bad. You don't even have the strength of Tianzun, so you dare to run in front of the fake god Jintong."

No. 1 man in the golden mask said, "I'm leaving, you hurry up and pass the news back, and don't go looking for the fake god Jintong again, even if you have Yu Zangjian, you are definitely not his opponent!"

After finishing speaking, the No. 1 golden masked man returned the Yuzang Sword to Mu Zhixing, jumped and disappeared into the void.