Miro Blue Scroll

Chapter 291 Painting the Pregnant God

Looking at the small group of Time Sequence Origin, the army leader seemed a little helpless.

"Is he still so unreliable?"

"He's been like this all the time. It's not that you don't know. The White Elephant Kingdom, one of the two capitals in the south, is the puppet he pushed out at the beginning, but it's hard to say how many gods in the White Elephant Kingdom are willing to obey. Moreover, he is directly subordinate to the Clock Council. It's not much better, there are all kinds of lunatics. What he said to provide a disaster is to let his half-out-of-control subordinates detonate it."

Dijun's words also contained a bit of helplessness. Even with his wisdom, he couldn't fully understand the existence of this former enemy and friend.

He is said to be smart, but he often does stupid things. Many times, many calculations are always a bit late, but he is said to be stupid, but he is always able to seize a chance at a dangerous time and get what he wants in a very coincidental way. .

At first, Dijun and the others didn't think it would be such a coincidence, but after so many years, they had to admit that Chen's condition was indeed very special, luck and misfortune, just in time and one step away, seemed to be entangled with him at the same time.

For him, even the emperor is jealous but he doesn't know how to guard against him, so he can only put it where he is, out of sight and out of mind.

When Bingzhufa heard the emperor's words, he lost the idea of ​​continuing to explore for a moment. He looked in the direction of Jinhong City and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed something. He raised his head suddenly, looked at the sky above, and said in a low voice: Did it really work for him?"

There was also a little surprise in Dijun's eyes.

You must know that if it wasn't for the soldier master fighting to death, the Holy See would have almost swallowed him up.

At that time, the Holy See had already gone ahead of everyone, and was expected to reach the realm of innate and true sages created out of nothing.

Therefore, the scars left by him are not ordinary injuries, they have the characteristics of not increasing or decreasing, and they firmly suppress the soldier.

Even if the emperor further sublimates the power of the Hanxia civilization, establishes the small three yuan, the small three talents, and isolates the influence of the holy seat, he cannot expel the power of the military master.

The root cause is that the Holy See at that time had reached an unbelievable level, and it was impossible to erase the concept that he injured the soldier and the injury existed on the soldier. Then Tianguang and the soldier would be regarded as one body, once the emperor Erase the skylight with your hands, and it will affect the soldier's master.

However, the power of the soldier master is lower than that of the emperor, and it is hard to say what will be left in the end if he uses his own power to cancel each other out.

This is also the reason why the emperor chose to suppress the military master in the mountains of Jingzhou. This is the main place where the belief of the military master was spread in the past.

It's just that the Emperor didn't expect that Tianguang could even absorb the wish power of the soldier master, and even the speed of absorption was higher than the soldier master's utilization rate.

Helpless, the emperor could only withhold the soldier's willpower and suppress his belief.

It can be said that for so many years, the emperor has used all the means that can be tried, but there is nothing he can do with Tianguang.

Unexpectedly, this time, Chen Ge really did it.

Bingzhufa closed his eyes and thought carefully, and said with emotion: "Is it actually in this way? Crossing the boundary between the possible and the impossible, the normal and the miraculous, the decayed and the immortal, speeding up the flow of time for the last time, taking away a Power. No wonder he was beaten so badly, it was an attempt to demote that guy."

However, Dijun soon reacted again: "An experiment involving the nature of that guy's power, from this point of view, my asking price is still too low. But this is not bad, Tianguang's power is weaker, so I originally According to the calculation, the probability of success is about [-]%, and once this idea is successful, the possibility of you being able to recover your power will be even higher."

As Dijun spoke, a faint ghostly aura emerged from his body. Bing Zhufa looked at Dijun, frowned and said, "What do you want to do? Let me tell you, I don't want this thing!"

Bingzhufa wanted to struggle, but the emperor had already transferred some of the ghost power he had condensed to Bingzhufa.

This God's Realm is special, and there are countless powerful people who have died. For the authority of the nether world, they are eager for the authority of the nether world to complement themselves, and they themselves are also a great complement to the incomplete authority of the netherworld.

Accompanied by a picture scroll falling from the sky, the incarnation of the emperor pulled a little spiritual light from the main body of the soldier, blended into it, and turned into an illusory god standing in the void.

"This is……"

Bing ZhuFa looked at his new "incarnation", although the breath belonged to the emperor, the appearance belonged to the emperor, and the strength also belonged to the emperor, but the division seemed to belong to him.

"This is?"

Feeling the power of "self", the soldier master looked at the illusory emperor and said, "When did you start playing this? I remember that these two guys in the north liked to play in the past. And this picture What's the matter with the painting, the power attribute is a bit special, there are traces of you, and there seem to be some traces that are not you..."

"After all, it's been so many years, and I've reached the extreme of the way of the earth. It's inevitable that I will study some other things, such as dividing the source, independent incarnation, etc., which can be regarded as subsidiary products. As for the origin of the power of this picture scroll, I will tell you first. Talk about too illusory."

Dijun passed the information of the illusory realm to Bingfa, and continued to explain: "This painting played the role of fuse at an appropriate time, allowing me to integrate the divine name of the local official into my system. .Of course, for me, this thing does more harm than good. Although it can help me control the power of the nether world and the underworld, it itself destroys the system of minor three yuan and minor three talents that I originally established relying on Hanxia, ​​so I just Seal some of its concepts in this picture scroll. Speaking of which, Ah Jie likes the author of this picture scroll very much."

Hearing Dijun's somewhat far-fetched explanation, the soldier master knew that it was Dijun who was persuading him to accept this power.

Otherwise, he has studied the method of dividing the source and incarnating independently for so many years, why not separate some of the source and carry this force, to put it bluntly, it is for him.

Bingzhufa didn't continue to struggle, and followed the emperor's words, and asked, "Which author does Ah Jie like very much? Is that like the same kind of love that Ah Jie liked you back then?"

As he said that, Bing ZhuFa looked in the direction of Jinhong City. At this moment, his body and strength are all derived from the emperor, so he can naturally be like the emperor, seeing the scene in Jinhong City, seeing Mi Luo, Zhu Qi, Ding Wuli and Yang Yu, and A Bao who followed them.

But when the soldier's gaze fell, Ah Bao thoughtfully, looked back at the soldier's direction, raised his hand and waved it, making a sound of "嘤嘤嘤", as if greeting him.

Walking in the second half, Mi Luo, who silently calculated the ingredients needed for cooking, saw A Bao's strange movements, and couldn't help following A Bao's gaze, looking back, in the eyes of the soldier master, he was looking at him.

"This child, there is something interesting!"

The soldier master looked at the aura on Mi Luo's body, touched his chin and said, "It feels like heaven, do you want him to help you and master the sky?"

The emperor didn't answer, but just looked at Mi Luo, smiled and said: "The way of immortality is no better than the way of gods. I will not force that child to choose the way of heaven. After all, he is not the only backer I have prepared."

"It's your habit, but I'm a little curious, this little guy named Mi Luo, who is your second-hander..."

In the middle of the soldier's speech, he suddenly interrupted the emperor who wanted to speak: "Wait, don't say anything, let me guess. I guess it is the fifth move. Although according to your habits, there should be seven or eight moves, but It should not be common for someone like him to be more suitable, and if you say that you will not interfere with his choice, then there must be multiple alternatives ahead, so I guess he is the fifth player."

"Then you can underestimate my achievements in these years. After so many years of development, Hanxia has also given birth to many good children. Mi Luo is at most No. 12, which is more than twice as many as you guessed." .”

The military leader who found out that he had guessed wrong did not feel embarrassed or angry at all, but laughed loudly: "There are twelve hands? It seems that Han Xia has really lived a good life these years."

While speaking, he looked in Miro's direction again. This time, his eyes were less scrutiny, and there was a little more pampering from the older generation looking at the new generation. Abao, who noticed his gaze, waved again, hugging his eyes. Miro couldn't help turning his head back, but he didn't see anything.

At this time, Zhu Qi and the others looked back and asked, "Mi Luo, did you find anything new?"

(End of this chapter)