Chapter 210 Crazy

The soul of martial arts is a realm that many people dream of.

But only those who have truly come this far will understand that this is a hopeless state. The power of the soul allows the warriors who have reached this point to feel the power of great freedom and freedom, but the gradually decaying physical body constantly reminds them that you are still an 'ordinary person'.

But it is not so easy for ordinary people to cross the level of life.

In Daqi, there is only one way to transcend this realm, and that is to 'become a god'!

Be it an ancient god or a desolate god.

Their power is the best way for people in this world to transcend the Yuanshen realm. The reason why Daqi is powerful is because they have mastered the power of the ancient gods and blocked the promotion channel. People who are not approved by Emperor Qi will not be able to obtain power beyond this realm until they die.

Aragami is another wild path outside of Daqi orthodoxy.

The Daqi Royal Clan desperately attacks the 'Desolate God Sect' in order to safeguard their own interests. Although the three top sects surrounding the Daqi Royal Clan are also encircling and suppressing the Desolate God Sect, their encirclement and suppression attitude is different from that of the Daqi Royal Clan. the same.

Countless old people within the force who could not get a quota have already gone half crazy just to take this step.

To them, what a desolate god, an ancient god.

As long as you can let me take this step, I will be your believer!

The current Gongsun Qianju has this attitude. He has been stuck at the peak of the Yuanshen realm for thirty years. For thirty years, he has sent away batches of people, waiting hard for the Daqi royal family to be released. Give him a spot. But year after year, hope turned to disappointment.

There are too many people who want a spot.

With a limited number of places and nearly dozens or hundreds of times the number of people seeking ‘God’, the hope that it would be his turn was too slim.

Fortunately, he discovered this opportunity not long ago, and after paying a huge price, he won the command of this operation within the academy.

After the Yuan Shen walked out, Gongsun Qianju controlled the jade slips on his physical body.

After a drop of ink, an ink dagger appeared on the jade slip. The dagger was transformed from poetry. After pausing in the air for a while, it gently made a cut at his heart.

The wound was stained with ink, but not a drop of blood came out.

Gongsun Qianju calmly took out his heart from it, and all the severed wounds were stained with ink.

“As long as I succeed, I can surpass that group of people.”

The heart of the Aragami is the remaining core of the Aragami. If he uses this thing to become a god, he can become the top group of people in one leap. Even the Emperor Qi will no longer be afraid of him.

At this time, Gongsun Qianju had gone crazy.

He had never thought about why this thing had been in the hands of the Daqi royal family for so long and no one used it to 'become a god'. Apart from the influence of the ancient gods, the most important point is the pollution of the Aragami. The Aragami who is rumored to be crazy will really lead people to slide into the abyss, and those crazy believers are also real.

Grasping the heart of the wild god that he finally obtained, Gongsun Qianju carefully placed it along the wound.

With the insertion of the heart, the 'ink' at all the disconnected wounds was connected, and the heartbeat began to reappear. Along with the heartbeat, there was also strong Aragami pollution.

Become stronger!

Gongsun Qianju could feel himself getting stronger with every beat. This speed of getting stronger made him addicted to it.

Without noticing at all, his body began to slowly mutate, and the granules that had been gathered back resurfaced again. This time it was even more exaggerated. The skin on his back split open, and four arms grew out that were completely transformed from granules. .

"That's it, becoming a god!!"

Gongsun Qianju stretched out his hand crazily, as if to seize his own destiny.

Half the time for burning incense has passed.

An old monk in dark yellow robes appeared in the courtyard.

"crazy?"

The old monk looked at the half-mad Gongsun Qianju in the middle, with a trace of pity flashing in his eyes. This old monk is one of the four great monks following King Canglan. Except for those who were dragged away by Ding Wushang, there were also two people who went to track Wu Chong. This was already the third monk from Daxue Temple to walk out of the inner courtyard.

who?

People from Daisetsuji Temple? !

Gongsun Qianju's consciousness was already a little blurry. He didn't notice the changes in himself at all, let alone the problem with the 'Desolate God's Heart'.

He has never been exposed to what the real Aragami's heart is, he only thinks that this is what Aragami's heart is.

After all, several of the things he brought had told him that this was the 'Aragami Heart'.

"How did you find me here?"

Gongsun Qianju, who still had some consciousness, spoke. His voice became a complex sound, as if several mouths were speaking at the same time.

"You want to ask, why didn't these people deceive me?"

The sleeves of the old monk's robe were rolled up, and several heads rolled out of it.

A head rolled down at Gongsun Qianju's feet. The unwilling face was none other than Xu Si, who had made the most suggestions before.

When he came over, he was indeed influenced by Xu Si and the others, but for him it was just the result of raising his hand a few more times. As for Zhenwu Cult, only Ding Wushang has come in so far, and Ding Wushang already has his senior brother in charge, so he turned around and came here.

King Canglan's arrangements have come to an end, and it's time to clean up the Snow Temple.

died?

Gongsun Qianju shook his groggy head and wanted to say something.

But before he could speak, the flesh buds on his left leg suddenly came to life. Like wriggling flesh worms, they rushed over like crazy and rolled the head in, swallowing it up in the blink of an eye. Empty.

This scene made Gongsun Qianju, who was already a little dazed, completely lose his mind.

Two mouths grew on the left and right sides of his face at the same time, one of which smiled maniacally.

"Haha, good death, good death!!"

"Shut up, don't laugh, don't laugh!!"

The other mouth yelled in anger, while the original Gongsun Qianju smiled ferociously and rushed towards the old monk directly opposite without any scruples.

"Pitiful."

The old monk expressionlessly pulled off his monk's robe, revealing his metal-like body underneath.

A large number of metal patterns flowed through it. Facing the flying Gongsun Qianju, the old monk raised his palm and struck the air with one palm. The strong palm force mixed with mental power ignited the surrounding air, and Gongsun Qianju, who flew over like a madman, hit the palm head-on.

Only a bang was heard.

This strong man from the Confucian sect was blown up on the spot like a balloon.

Countless flesh sprouts flew everywhere, and the disconnected body also twisted. The four extra arms behind it were like spider monsters, grabbing the old monk's neck and trying to kill him.

"After all, it's just an imitation, and what you create can only be a monster, not a 'god'."

The old monk's face was dull and he ignored the four dark strange hands. His right hand split open Gongsun Qianju's chest, and his palm was holding the 'Desolate God's Heart' that he had transplanted into it.

Bang!

With five fingers, the 'Heart of the Wild God', which was regarded as a treasure by Gongsun Qianju, exploded on the spot.