Chapter 1299: Conferred God Ceremony

In one room, Pambu was walking back and forth in front of the window. Mark and Qinse sat on two chairs and watched Pambu pacing back and forth.

"Pembu, don't go away, I'm dazzled," Mark said.

Pembu stopped, but started pacing again within a few seconds.

What else did Mark say, Qin Se said, "Leave her alone, she has something on her mind."

"Is it about erasing?"

"You idiot, it's that Lingyu girl. I can see that Lingyu girl also likes Ali. I can see it. Can Pan Bu not see it?" Qin Se said: "Lingyu girl is so good, she is iron The idol of the people, how can you be happy when you say that Pan Bu is robbing others?"

Mark sighed: "Oh, poor Pan Bu, but is that kid so good? Our Pan Bu has his eyes on him, and so does Ling Yu. Is he inlaid with gold?"

Qin Se poked Mark with a finger: "Your brother is not serious!"

Pan Bu looked at Qin Se and Mark with a sad face: "Can you stop talking? I..."

She didn't feel that bad at first, but after being told by Pan Bu and Qin Se, she felt even more uncomfortable. If Mark and Qin Se continue to talk, she may cry.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it." Mark felt a little guilty. He was still making trouble when he was so sad.

At this moment, there was a loud noise outside the house.

"Everyone, go and see the true god!"

"Our savage tribe will have a patron saint!"

"No one will dare to bully us anymore!"

Pan Bu went to the window to take a look, and saw many tribe savages running in one direction, but she didn't see any real gods.

Mark stood up and said in surprise: "True God? How could there be a true God in this place?"

Qin Se also stood up: "Could it be the goddess of wisdom?"

"Let's go see it too," said Pembu.

The three of them left the house, followed the savage to run in that direction, and finally came to the altar of a god stone behind the stockade.

A large number of tribal savages have gathered here, densely packed with human heads everywhere, and the number of visual inspections is at least tens of thousands.

Mark was stunned: "I really didn't expect there to be so many savages here. No wonder City Guard Officer Redding often said that savages are a huge hidden danger and must be eradicated."

Qin Se slapped Mark on the back of the head, and said nervously: "You idiot, do you know what you are talking about? This is a tribe of savages!"

Mark shut his mouth tightly. He did make a very stupid mistake. This is the tribe of savages. He actually said here that the savages must be eradicated. If the savage heard about it, and the savage tribe hadn't been eradicated, he might have been eradicated.

Pembu said: "The savages will never disappear, there will only be more and more, because every day people are dying five days because they cannot afford prosthetics. In order to survive, they have to become savages. If the sky temple does not change What they did, they will be destroyed by the wildlings."

Qin Se said nervously: "Shut up, Pan Bu, this is blasphemy. If the gods and guards hear it, they will kill you."

Pan Bu smiled lightly: "I will soon become a savage, I am not afraid of them, and there are no gods and guards here, only equal savages."

At this moment, the savages gathered under the altar burst into cheers.

Pan Bu shifted his gaze to the altar, right in her sight

, a golden-rimmed auspicious cloud descended from the sky, bathed in a faint golden light, a bit like a goddess descending.

"Lingyu!"

"Lingyu! Lingyu!"

There were voices calling for Lingyu everywhere.

Pan Bu's eyes were full of admiration, but his heart was sour. How could such a rival in love compete with others?

Lingyu fell on the altar.

The altar is only tens of meters high, and it is in the shape of a pyramid, with steps leading to the top of the altar on all sides.

"Everyone be quiet, I have something important to announce." Lingyu's voice spread from the altar.

The tens of thousands of savages suddenly fell silent.

Lingyu said: "Last night, a real god entrusted me with a dream. He said that the savages are suffering, and there is no god to bless them. He sympathizes with the savages and wants to protect the savages. We will hold a god ceremony for him, and ask him to come down and become our guardian god. There is a real god. Blessed, we savages can thrive and create our own civilization. With the blessing of the true god, we will not be afraid of the divine guards, and no one will be able to oppress us from now on!"

The savages under the altar suddenly erupted, some cheered, some talked deeply.

"I thought the real god was Lingyu, but it seems to be another god!"

"It doesn't matter who he is, as long as he can protect us, he is a good god!"

"If I can really invite the true god, I want to pray to the true god for a leg, and I can't work without a leg."

"What does a true god look like?"

There are voices of discussion everywhere.

Mark, Ginser, and Pembu couldn't get into this atmosphere, because they weren't savages yet.

Mark looked up at the spirit jade on the altar, and a sentence came out of his mouth: "Strange, where did that boy Ali go?"

No one spoke to him, for his voice was drowned out by the cheers of the wildlings.

"Everyone be quiet." Lingyu's voice resounded everywhere.

Thousands of savages fell silent again.

"Kneel!" Lingyu roared, and took the lead to kneel on the altar.

Tens of thousands of savages knelt down in unison. The scene was not neat, but it was still spectacular.

"Please seal the oracle!" Lingyu roared.

A sacred stone slowly floated above the altar. The sacred stone was two feet long and one foot wide, and looked like a golden book.

The sacred stone slab floated in front of Lingyu and stopped. Lingyu bit her right index finger, and then used her bleeding index finger to carve runes on the sacred stone slate. Nineteenth, respect all things. Savages are suffering, and there is no god to protect them. Please ask the oracle to anoint the gods invited by the savages..."

All the savages chanted along with Lingyu, and the sound of thousands of people chanting echoed in the valley.

Mark and Qinse didn't recite at first, but they saw that Pan Bu was muttering along with the recitation, and the couple also joined the recitation team.

After Lingyu carved the runes, those runes formed a seal. She reached out and patted the seal, and the seal instantly lit up. The blue bloodstains disappeared, and the golden runes appeared. Afterwards, the sacred stone slab floated upwards slowly, and stopped after reaching a certain height.

Lingyu knelt on the ground and shouted loudly: "Wan! Wan! Wan!"

All the iron men shouted after her: "Wan! Wan! Wan!"

Suddenly, there was an energy fluctuation in the depths of the sky, and then a beam of golden light was projected from the depths of the sky, which happened to hit the sacred stone slab impartially.

The runes flickered in the golden light, and there was no end in sight

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On a mountain peak on one side of the altar, on a rock in the shape of a steamed bun, a young man stood with his hands behind his back, staring intently at the sacred stone slab shrouded in golden light.

This young man is none other than Ning Tao who is waiting for the conferred godship.

He wanted to see what oracle appeared on that sacred stone slab, but the golden light was so dazzling that even if he opened his eyes, he couldn't see what oracle appeared on the slate.

His heart was shocked, as if in a dream: "This is the ceremony of conferring the gods? It doesn't look complicated. The key is the seal written by Lingyu. Go back and ask her about the origin of the seal."

Then, he looked up into the depths of the sky.

The golden light was so vast that the source could not be seen at all.

He secretly said in his heart: "No, is it really you? Where are you? What kind of oracle will you give me?"

There was a lot of confusion in his mind.

This world of gods is a mystery.

Suddenly, the golden light deviated from the sacred stone slab and moved to Ning Tao's body in an instant.

Ning Tao was stunned on the spot, covered in golden light, he felt unable to move. The runes in the golden light shone on his body, his fairy world turned into particles of fly ash and fell to the ground, and then those runes condensed on his body into a seal.

Ning Tao was horrified in his heart: "What kind of seal is this? Could it be the soul mark that bound me again? If so, then it doesn't matter if I am not a god."

Between freedom and godhead, he would rather choose freedom.

However, whether he wanted it or not, after the runes in the golden light condensed into a seal, they turned into a ray of golden light and plunged into his brain.

boom!

There is an extra seal in his head, on top of many seals, only under the seal of good fortune.

I'm afraid, if it wasn't for the nature of the seal of good fortune, this seal would probably surpass all his seals!

The golden light disappeared right after Fainka's body. There was no sign when it came, and there was no trace when it disappeared. All of this felt like an illusion.

Ning Tao's body was able to move, but he didn't. His consciousness entered the seal he had just obtained. At this moment, countless runes flickered, as if nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight gods were chanting the rune mantra, and he was the one who kept his mouth shut.

It was this contact, and he quickly understood what kind of seal he had obtained this time.

This seal is the divine seal.

This seal is not just a "certificate", but also a kind of magic power, which can allow him to have the body of a god!

After figuring out what kind of seal this is, Ning Tao's heart was filled with uncontrollable excitement, not only because he got rid of the identity of a wild god and became a god with books, but also because he finally had the form of a god!

The form of God, that is, the body of God.

The Immortal Fire Phoenix has a phoenix body, Protector Xi'er has a tiger body, Qing Zhui and Bai Jing have a dragon body, and his god body is similar to their second form.

So what does his second form, the divine body, look like?

He doesn't know either.

Lingyu's voice suddenly came from the valley: "The patron saint of the savage tribe, please show up!"

Tens of thousands of savages shouted together: "The patron saint of the savage tribe, please show up!"

Ning Tao took a deep breath.

It's my turn!

Another passive act.