Chapter 11 As You Wish

Inviting gods has never been a single choice.

It is more of a two-way rush.

The divine molt itself only allows people to skip the stage of contacting the void and directly contact the gods they want to make a contract with. The high success rate is one thing, but nothing is absolute.

If it fails, it can only be said that it is not compatible.

Just like in many cases, most people have a side that is friendly to a certain direction, and inviting gods in that direction is often successful.

In other words, there is also an extremely unfriendly side. In this case, no matter how hard you try, you will still fail, and there is no reason to say.

Everyone tries to make a contract with all gods, but in most cases, people actually don’t have many choices.

Of course, geniuses are not among them.

After entering the quiet room, the room is ordinary, there is not even a bed, just a few simple cushions.

I don’t think anyone enters the quiet room to sleep.

The lights in the house were not bright, but there was a simple and dim light in several corners, and there was also a strange fragrance. When people were in it, they unconsciously calmed down.

Zhang Teng was not a wealthy family, and two hundred thousand was an extremely painful number for him.

Therefore, he took two breaths, slowly sat on the futon, sat quietly for a moment, adjusted his state, and at the same time, the spiritual thoughts in his mind surged and accumulated, like a long bow, pulling the bowstring to the full, waiting for the moment to be ready to go.

Until the spirit reached its peak at a certain moment, the eyes suddenly opened.

Carefully and cherishingly, Zhang Teng gently placed his hand on the divine shed object, and his own spiritual thoughts seemed to rush into it like crazy without money, his eyes were slightly closed, like a dream or awake.

Silently chanting in the heart:

The voice was like a murmur at first, obscure and difficult to understand, but as I chanted silently, the voice gradually became clear, and in the void it seemed to turn into a flowing river, spreading and rippling, spreading to a very far place.

The gods passing through this void can hear the pious voice.

"Heaven and earth, void, distant..."

"Distant distant vision god..."

"Wandering God Master Zhang Teng, calling you in the name of the God's molt..."

"Please respond to my call..."

"I will worship and love you as a believer..."

"Please respond to my call..."

"Please respond to my call..."

The method of summoning gods "Whisper" is a compulsory course for everyone from childhood to adulthood. The scale is complex and the pronunciation is even more strange. At first glance, it doesn't sound like human language, but this formula combined with spiritual thoughts can make the sound spread farther in the void.

It is said that the whispers of the powerful when they invite the gods can even spread throughout a province or a country. Naturally, there are gods willing to go there, and the effect is extremely exaggerated.

But Chen Shu has always heard of it, anyway, he has never seen it.

And "Whisper" is just the most common way to invite gods. Some ways to invite gods are more amazing than this, but most of them are some secrets that are not passed on, or abilities that can only be accessed after reaching a certain level.

Zhang Teng's voice is still spreading in the void, as if it has drifted far away.

Always looking forward to a response from afar.

And with the influx of spiritual thoughts, a faint light gradually appeared on the divine shed in front of him.

The light gradually began to become brighter, little by little, like a candle flame, from the initial faint light, and finally became like a faint light.

It seems to illuminate the entire void.

The divine shed, which originally had no breath, seemed to have been given life in an instant.

Suddenly

The surrounding space was like ripples. The lights in the corners of the quiet room seemed to be candles blown by the wind, swaying suddenly. The light and shadows intertwined, and the shadows seemed to be blending. In this blending, it seemed like an illusion and it seemed to be real. A shadow also appeared in the quiet room.

That shadow was above another shadow, appearing and disappearing.

Zhang Teng suddenly realized: the gods are staring at you.

He swallowed his saliva, focused on it, and then whispered "Whisper"

...

At the same time.

Chen Shu, who was outside the quiet room, was also resting in a specially set up lounge. The other person was not there, perhaps because he thought Chen Shu was not reliable and they had nothing in common.

It just saved Chen Shu from talking too much.

At this time.

Chen Shu heard another round of calls, the voices were solemn and serious, and a bit pious, the voices gradually grew louder, from the initial murmurs to the final call in his ear.

The voices only had one sentence:

"The distant God of Farsightedness, the Wandering God Master Zhang Teng, waiting for your response..."

"The distant God of Farsightedness, the Wandering God Master Zhang Teng, waiting for your response..."

Chen Shu closed his eyes. In front of him, a "sail" transformed from spiritual thoughts was quietly standing between his thoughts.

There was no boatman on the boat, but Chen Shu felt as if he had received a blessing. It seemed that as long as he stepped on the sail, he would go to the person who called.

With a thought, Chen Shu had already boarded the sail.

The next moment.

The sail passed through the endless land in an instant and came to a dark place. In the middle, a figure sat cross-legged in it. It was Zhang Teng.

This was Zhang Teng's brain space.

And on Zhang Teng's body, there were bursts of light blue light at this time.

This refers to the degree of fit. White is the worst, followed by blue, red, gold, and color.

The blue light on Zhang Teng's body is not very light, it can only be regarded as average.

The degree of fit with him is not high.

Why do gods enter the jar? In fact, most of the gods who enter the jar are not strong, but their potential is strong enough. Entering the jar in the human body, especially the ones with good fit or other extremely good fit, is no less than an adventure for the gods.

The speed of cultivation can be faster.

Chen Shu did not rush to show his figure, but observed for a while in this space.

Above Zhang Teng's figure, a small spring of clear water hovered on it. It was the spiritual sea transformed by the spiritual thoughts of the divine master. Judging from the size of Zhang Teng's spiritual sea, it was just the level of entering the wandering god level. People felt like the ocean in it, but it was actually just the size of a pond in the outside world.

The qualifications can only be said to be above the middle level, and obviously no gods have entered the jar so far.

If there are gods entering the jar, they should be sitting on the spiritual sea.

But in addition to this.

Chen Shu can also feel the breath of dozens of gods on Zhang Teng. Those should be the contracts concluded by Zhang Teng, leaving his own unique mark in them.

Chen Shu felt it carefully, and found that most of them were low-level gods, perhaps with some simple abilities, and only two gods whose strength was not much different from his.

All of them were wandering gods.

But when Chen Shu wanted to feel these gods carefully again, he seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier and could not go any further, so he had to give up.

The observation was almost done.

Zhang Teng had obviously felt the gaze.

Chen Shu only appeared at this time.

Buzz...

Like ripples on the water.

Zhang Teng raised his eyes again, without any sign, he only saw a clear and bright eye, which contained a light color, strange and noble. It just floated in this space, and just looking directly at it seemed to cost Zhang Teng's energy.

"You, are you calling me?"

A voice sounded.

The voice was indistinguishable, as if several people spoke at the same time, but it did not seem chaotic and could be heard clearly.

Zhang Teng swallowed his saliva. The Wandering God level was the strongest god he had ever encountered, so naturally he would feel a little nervous: "Yes."

He breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Respected Farsighted God."

"I am the Wandering God Master. This time I call you to sign an apostle contract with you, to walk the world on your behalf and spread the Way of Farsightedness!"

After saying that.

He stared at the eyes in the void with a little nervousness, waiting for a response.

"As you wish."

A voice came from the eyes.