What is the experience of simulating a fairy

They also have the same thread on them.

These transparent threads extend infinitely upwards, and it is unknown who controls the end.

It turns out that in these hundreds of years,

Gao Tianyuan, as well as the gods in it, had been tortured to death long ago!

Celestial race,

Is it so powerful?

"Then all the so-called oracles that mortal priests have received for such a long time..."

Just as Shen Lue's thoughts were running fast, thinking about the next countermeasures, an unfamiliar voice fell from infinity.

It's a clear male voice:

"Baqi...

"I didn't expect that the only variable in the end would be you." The voice was very calm, and he could not hear any emotions, as if an old acquaintance was narrating homework.

Shen Lue's expression shrank:

"Visamon Heaven!"

Chapter 479. Chapter 479 forward!Kyoto a thousand years later

Gao Tianyuan's deep and gloomy dome suddenly lit up with a faint light.

Immediately afterwards, the light outlined a young man wearing a yukata. His face had some golden lines of unknown meaning, and many white lotus lights hovered around him.

He lowered his head and calmly looked at Shen Lue:

"Baqi. Why does your expression look a little surprised?"

Bishamon shook his finger.

The silk thread entangles the shriveled bodies of these gods, like strings of marinated meat fluttering in the wind.

"Hey~

"These are your old enemies? You should feel happy that they have become what they are today."

Shen slightly observed these threads in secret.

In these lines... it seems that there is a huge power, these powers come from the dying gods, all flow towards Bishamen.

It is the power of faith.

Through these threads, Bishamon is taking Gao Tianyuan's power of faith as his own, so this place has become so miserable and desolate.

He raised his head and asked:

"Are you stealing Gao Tianyuan's faith?"

Bisha Menten shrugged:

"I don't like the word stealing very much, but if you insist on saying that, I am too lazy to correct it.

"Yes.

"In the past hundreds of years, the oracles received by the priests in the mortal world, and even the messages received by the underworld, are actually what I mean, Baqi..."

He looked at Shen Lue up and down, and suddenly changed his conversation:

"Unexpectedly, your strength is far superior to Amaterasu,

"It's better to... accept the transformation of the Celestial Race, I can promise you that when the man of the day returns to the mortal world, you will definitely not worry about your life."

Shen Lue's level 150 strength really exceeded Bisha Mentian's expectations.

If this kind of power can conquer the servants of the Celestial Race, then of course it would be great.

Shen slightly frowned:

Accept the transformation of the Celestial Race?

He looked at the sky above the dilapidated Gaotianyuan, the shriveled gods who had been hung up high, rejecting the "olive branch" that Bishamontian handed over in his heart on the spot.

Gao Tianyuan, these old guys are already cloudy enough...

The result was so miserable.

How horrible and insidious is the devas' behavior style, it is hard to imagine, submit to them?Absolutely impossible.

However, Shen Lue did not immediately deny, but instead asked:

"Your invitation...I can consider it.

"But before that, you must let me figure out a few things."

He has a lot of questions, and he needs to find answers from Bishamon.

Oh?

Bishamon raised his eyebrows and nodded gently:

"can."

Shen Lue cleared his throat and started the first question:

"First of all, why does the Celestial Race want to invade the Gaotianyuan belief? With your strength, it seems that there is no such need."

A smile appeared at the corner of Bishamontian's mouth:

"May I tell you.

"In ancient times, the celestial race also lived in the mortal world, because they looked so different from the human race, they were exiled to the desolate moon back."

He raised his hand and a picture appeared:

On the back of the moon, the celestial race built its own town and civilization, and all kinds of tall and brilliant buildings stretched endlessly, not inferior to the mortal world.

"Fortunately, we are lucky.

"Although the back of the moon is desolate, it contains the unique aura that belongs to the moon, which not only allows us to survive successfully, but on the contrary, our strength is advancing by leaps and bounds."

Huh--

The picture changes.

The more powerful celestial race made a comeback. In order to avenge the exile of the year, countless soldiers and horses set off from the back of the moon, and smashed into the mortal world.

For a time, mortal corpses were everywhere.

Shen Lue could smell a strong smell of blood even through the phantom picture.

Huh--

The screen changes again.

Bishamontian hummed softly:

"But at that time, some interesting characters did appear in the mortal world."

In the picture, many familiar scenes suddenly appeared:

A West Asian man sitting under a linden tree, a white man nailed to a cross, an old man riding a green bull through Hangu Pass...

"At that time, powerful figures in the world started sects and integrated their beliefs.

"Even if the times make heroes."

On the island of Japan, Izanami and Izanaki formally established Gao Tianyuan.

call--

Bishamon breathed a sigh of relief:

"These guys took advantage of the defensive nature of the Celestial Race to beat us back to the moon, and at the same time used the power of faith to build a barrier between the mortal world and the moon to prevent us from returning to the mortal world."

Upon hearing this, Shen Lue had roughly guessed the conspiracy of the Celestial Race:

Corrupt the power of faith in the world.

Bishamontian steals Gao Tianyuan in order to hold all the power of believers in the world in the hands of the Celestial Race.

and many more!

The faith in the mortal world is far more than just Gao Tianyuan!

At least there are Buddhism, Taoism, etc...

Could it be that......

He slowly widened his eyes.

Bishamontian saw through Shen Lue's thoughts:

"You are right.

"I'm just one of the generals of the Celestial Race. I am only responsible for subduing Gao Tianyuan. As for the various sects in other parts of the mortal world, of course there are other Celestials responsible.

"Although you are a powerful evil god here,

"What you may see is only the tip of the iceberg, the frog at the bottom of the well."

After the explanation, he seemed a little impatient:

"Okay, so much talk...

"Yaki Orochi, how are you thinking about it?"

Shen Lue began to mobilize his supernatural power quickly:

"how about it?

"Of course...I want to wipe you out!"

His eyes lit up in an instant, and the true body of the Eight-Different Big Snake appeared behind him like a mountain, and a huge shadow enveloped most of the deserted Gaotian Plain.

boom!

The eight snake heads spewed divine flames at the same time, rendering the surroundings into a purple world.

[Hexic Skill] Flame of God's Wrath.

"Oh?"

Bishamon is not hurried.

He took a piece of the white lotus around him, pinched it with two fingers, and dropped it lightly.

Huh--

When the purple flames in the sky touched the white petals, it was as if the ice and snow met the hottest sun in midsummer, and it melted away in an instant, leaving no trace.

Bishamontian's eyes gradually sharpened:

"Hold on.

"It seems that the noble Celestial Race will lose a dispensable servant."

He raised his hand and pressed it directly.

Suddenly, only a piece of white snow remained before Shen Lue's eyes.

"bad."

He could feel that his body was like a snowman burned by the heat, and it would be wiped out in a short time.

Bishamontian's strength is somewhat unexpectedly strong.

"Yatayama mirror."

He quickly took out the artifact he was carrying with him.

Can't beat...

Then find a way to run!

Jing Ling quickly drilled out of the bronze mirror: "Master Yaqi, what should we do now?"