"Who's pretending to be mysterious?"
When Ling Ping'an followed He Qi to a place that seemed to be the ruins of a factory.
He heard a hurried and hoarse rebuke.
He turned to look at He Qi and asked, "Is it your ancestor?"
He Qi nodded.
Ling Ping'an smiled.
After thinking for a moment, he walked straight to the source of the voice.
As he walked, he said in a righteous tone, "The thief inside, listen up …"
"You have been surrounded by me!"
"There is no way out of resistance!"
"Surrender yourself and fight for leniency. This is the only way out!"
These were all lines that he had learned when he watched police movies. Now that he used them, it was very smooth.
But...
Ling Ping'an didn't know at all.
As soon as he said that, behind him, the huge god that was reflected in the thick fog that he couldn't see lowered its tiger head that was at least three to four meters long and poked out of the thick fog.
The sharp teeth in its mouth clashed up and down, making a cracking sound.
The stinky pus dripped down drop by drop.
It corroded the ground until it sizzled and smoked.
The divine eye on its forehead shone on everyone.
A dignified, murderous, and terrifying atmosphere wreaked havoc in the air.
At this moment, Ling Ping'an's voice came out from the thick fog.
"The thief inside listen..."
"You have been surrounded by me..."
The three eyes of the huge tiger head all opened.
They were like three huge lanterns.
It was as if as long as the people present dared to say no.
The bloody mouth was about to bite down on everyone's heads and swallow them into its stomach.
That was the legendary Lord of the Underworld who ate malicious ghosts as snacks and chewed the Ghost King like a broad bean.
The legendary Earl of Youdu.
The most powerful minister under the Houtu!
Therefore, the people of the Yan Sheng School were trembling.
Blind Ding raised his head and stared at the huge tiger head that poked out of the thick fog.
He could feel the terrifying pressure.
But in his heart, he was thinking, "Is it a trick?"
The return of Earth Count?
Hehe!
How could he believe it!?
It had been two hundred years since the recovery of the spirit qi. There were traces of the activities of the revived gods all over the world.
Everyone had a certain level of understanding toward the existence of the gods.
For the past two hundred years, there was an ironclad rule about the gods that people knew: when the gods woke up, what they woke up was actually just a little bit of their consciousness.
This bit of consciousness returned to the present world through faith, sacrifices, divine artifacts, spirit veins, or sacred grounds.
But that was all.
At present, the density of the spiritual energy here was not high enough to support the complete return of a god.
Therefore, these gods could only reside in temples or sacred grounds.
They relied on faith and sacrifices to maintain their anchors in the modern world.
You want to make a move after leaving the Holy Land?
A grand sacrificial ceremony would have to be held.
The pious prayers of hundreds of thousands and millions of believers had gathered enough power to give him the opportunity to act.
This was similar to a human spaceship flying into space.
An astronaut in a vacuum would need to wear a spacesuit if he wanted to go outside.
In the eyes of the gods, the current Earth was about the same as the vacuum in the eyes of astronauts.
Therefore, after each attack, the god would fall into a state of weakness and would not be able to attack again for a short period of time.
That was why the gods were treated as trump cards by the various countries.
Unless it was a matter of life and death, they would not be easily invited.
Of course, there were legends that some gods in the Land of Qin had secretly put a bit of their consciousness into a pregnant mother\'s body through a special ritual.
From then on, they entered this world as human beings.
But if they did so, it would be very dangerous.
Because once they died, it might affect their main bodies.
In the Church of Bone in the Land of Qin, it was said that a King of Angels had fallen outside.
In addition, those gods that were too powerful.
Not to mention consciousness.
Not even a trace had been found.
So …
He looked at the huge tiger head.
"You\'re quite good at pretending... I was almost fooled by you!" Blind Ding laughed sinisterly.
He knew that there was once a general in the Blackguard who was good at illusions.
He was the descendant of a mutated flood dragon and a human.
By chance, he awakened the talent of the Mirage Dragon. He could transform psionic energy into Mirage Qi and create a lifelike illusion that could even be passed off as real.
He could hypnotize tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people.
Now, that general\'s qi and blood were already weak and he had entered the later years of his life.
But if he didn\'t care about his life and stimulated his last potential.
He could indeed create an illusion that could confuse an expert like him!
Therefore, he straightened his chest and picked up the talismans in his hands.
He was waiting for the person who controlled the illusion to reveal a flaw and kill him on the spot.
The thick fog in front of him suddenly dispersed.
A thin figure walked out of the fog.
The huge ghost god standing behind him seemed to be his shadow.
"He Qi!" Blind Ding\'s psionic energy sensed a familiar scent. It was his disciple, the disciple whose heart curse had been lifted.
"Evil disciple!"
"You\'re courting death!"
As he said that, he picked up a talisman and threw it at He Qi.
The talisman that left his hand suddenly burned in the air.
The talisman was engraved with the souls of the victims. It turned into sharp swords that pierced straight at He Qi.
He Qi looked at it and let out a strange cry. He immediately hid behind that person.
"Hmm?" Blind Ding sensed the feeling in his psionic energy.
That person …
The person who walked out of the thick fog was very strange!
There was not a trace of psionic energy on his body.
He seemed to be holding a cat in his hands. It was also very ordinary.
It was just an ordinary house cat.
So …
"A mortal?"
But how did a mortal get here?
Also, what was up with the huge ghost god that was reflected behind him?
"Forget it …" Blind Ding thought fiercely in his heart, "Die!"
He was just a mortal.
After killing him, he would extract his soul and set up a Soul Searching Ceremony. Then, he would know everything.
Suddenly, Blind Ding furrowed his brows.
This was because he sensed that the talisman he had shot out had completely disappeared within a few steps of the mortal.
It was as if it had been swallowed by something, or like rain that had fallen into the sea.
"Some kind of protective magic treasure?" Blind Ding thought.
Although those things were rare, they were not non-existent.
For example, the Yangping Capital Skill Seal could naturally restrain all evil magic.
No matter how filthy a magic was, as long as it reached the user, it would be immediately purified.
In addition, the holy shroud enshrined in the Church of Bone also had a similar effect. It could protect the person wearing it from any extraordinary power attacks.
But …
These magic treasures, divine weapons, and holy items all had their shortcomings.
For example, the Yangping Capital Skill Seal could only passively purify evil magic.
And the shroud could only defend, not attack, and it could not withstand the attacks of ordinary weapons.
In other words, if he wanted to kill the person wearing the shroud …
He could just use a kitchen knife to chop him to death.
With this thought in mind, Blind Ding raised his fist and faced the mortal who walked out of the thick fog.
"Die!"
He had also learned ancient martial arts.
This punch used the techniques of ancient martial arts.
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