Miro Blue Scroll

Chapter 707

Looking at the young god in front of him, Mi Luo's eyes were soft, with a slight smile in his eyes. He could already see that the god in front of him was one of the children of destiny in this era, carrying part of the core of karma.

As long as his problems are solved, Miro can further gather the power of this era, grasp the essence of the giant tree, and let the life of the big forest tree rise to the neon island country and take another big step forward.

Therefore, regarding the young man's anger, he just kept smiling and said, "It's nothing, I just think you're very interesting, and you obviously care about this girl, why do you deliberately act like you want to break contact with her?"

"He cares about me?" The girl was taken aback, looking at Mi Luo with a look of disbelief.

"Of course, before I arrived, he had already appeared on the tree. If I hadn't done anything, he would have killed the evil thing and saved you after you were unconscious. I thought he wanted to To use this to develop you into a believer, but when you come to see the power of your will, you will understand that you are a devout believer who was abandoned by him. That's why I'm curious, why did you come to this point?"

Mi Luo's answer made the young man walk up to the girl, stared at Mi Luo and said: "In such a short period of time, you can see so many things, and without the assistance of [tool], you can use your divine power to dispel [ Miasma], who are you? It is impossible for such an ability to be controlled by a god who came out of the Doomsday, and if I remember correctly, the shrine in front stood under the tree of time, and it is impossible for a god to be born there."

"What a sharp kid."

Mi Luo communicated with the young gods with a youthful attitude, but his words were old-fashioned, which made people feel quite happy, but the young man didn't care at all, but looked at the young man beside him and said: "The China of Fengwei caused riots here. The ghosts and ghosts of the demons, submit to my weapons!"

As the words fell, the young man turned into a sword and was held in the young man's hand.

"I don't want to do anything, can you please tell me the truth?"

"What I say is what I say."

Miro's words are not false. After transforming Izanami into a means of transforming the chaotic energy, he has already won the favor of the whole world. Coupled with the appearance of the Age Tree, the gradual control of the giant tree's origin, the resistance of the world itself It was also getting weaker and weaker, and began to cooperate with Miro's words.

Therefore, in this era, even if Mira's words are false, they will become true under the influence of karma.

He looked at the young man, met his ice-cold pupils like cat's eye jewels, and said calmly: "My body was indeed born in the shrine in front of me, and it is true that you call me Lin Mu."

"This body? Are you the body of a god?"

"Hmm..." Mi Luo recalled what this land said about the body of the god descended, nodded and said: "It can be understood in this way."

But before he could say those words, the sword was already on Miro's neck.

"God's descent can only be a god descending on a mortal body, but your body is obviously a god, I want to be honest."

"That's the truth."

Mi Luo looked at the young man. At this moment, he was clearly standing in front of the young man, but the young man felt that he was very far away from him, and the fingers holding the sword instinctively tightened. As a martial god, he almost cut it, but this instinct The moment it rose, the complex emotions in his heart made his fingers tremble slightly, and he couldn't swing the Taidao in his hand after all.

Seeing the youth's hesitation, Mi Luo smiled and said, "He is indeed a good boy."

Mi Luo's words made the young man's brows move slightly, and finally he put down the knife a little dejectedly. In fact, from the moment he saw Mi Luo, he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy, and he put the knife on his neck. It's the limit of what he can do.The conflict between instinct and instinct later made this powerful Valkyrie's arms tremble even more.

"Who the hell are you? Why do you have such a big influence on me?"

The young man's expression collapsed, and Mi Luo's cat's eyes had a little watery glint, making him look like an abandoned kitten.

"Haha, rather than who I am, I think you should explain to the lady behind you why you gave up on her earlier? Seeing the fate of the two of you, I feel a little pity. Now I don't know who I am. There is no authority over marriage."

Mi Luo looked at the girl behind the young man, with a smile that couldn't be hidden in his eyes.

In his eyes, following the previous youth's protective behavior, the cut off fate between the girl and him was reconnected, and she exuded a faint bright red light.

The girl who was teased hurriedly changed the subject: "Stop teasing me, I'm with..."

The girl paused, looked at the young man in front of her, and continued: "His relationship is not a big deal, don't worry about me."

"Is that so?" Mi Luo, who was looking at the young girl, raised his lips slightly, looked back at the young man and said, "Not a single word I said earlier was true, and you actually guessed my identity, but you just don't want to admit it."

The young man swallowed, and said dryly: "I, no, we always thought that your existence was just a legend."

"To mortals today, you are just legends. Why can you exist and I can't? To put it bluntly, you have found Gao Tianyuan, why do you still think that we ancient gods have fallen?"

Mi Luo's answer caused the young man to lower his head slightly and kneel on one knee. The surrendering gesture made the girl stunned. This was the first time she saw the god in front of her make such a gesture. After a moment of silence, she also made such a gesture. The posture of worshiping the upper gods on a piece of land.

"Excuse me, what is the purpose of Dalin Muchan ordering you to be born this time?"

"To save this world that is about to collapse."

Hearing Miro's extremely terrifying words in the most flat tone, the girl's eyes widened: "Hey!"

"Don't believe it? Although I really want to tell you that I was joking earlier, it is a fact that this world is going to destruction. The reason why I can't see it is because there are many destiny, like anchors, in the Before the storm officially arrived, the [ship] called this era was temporarily stabilized. But in the face of the wind and waves that can directly smash the [ship], no matter how many anchors are dropped, the [ship] cannot survive the storm.”

Mi Luo briefly responded to the girl's doubts, then looked at the young man again and said, "And you are the anchor representing [Wish]."

"I, the God of Misfortune, who is in charge of the concept of plunder, is actually the anchor representing [wish]?"

The young man didn't doubt Mi Luo's answer, or since Mi Luo admitted that he was born by Da Linmu, he no longer had any doubts.

As the god who has already mastered the position of the trunk of the giant tree, the god of life in the big forest controlled by Miro, in a sense, can be regarded as the source of the birth of the gods later, even the gods who are now on the high sky plain , we must also recognize the status of the life of the big forest.

The young man lowered his head again: "What can I do?"

"You don't need to do anything now. I can proceed to the next step after I find the rest of the anchors."

"that……"

The girl suddenly made a sound, and seeing Mi Luo's eyes, she couldn't help asking: "Excuse me, Da Linmu's life, how many anchors do you need to find? Are there any characteristics? Maybe I can help a little, my family is in the human world There are still some contacts."

What the girl said was not a lie, and what she said was true.

For this kind of person who sincerely wants to help himself, Mi Luo naturally doesn't hate him, but he doesn't need help from outsiders, or in other words, with his current status, Da Linmu doesn't need help from outsiders.

Mi Luo shook his head: "I appreciate your kindness, but the anchor I'm looking for is similar to the gods you believe in, and they are existences that are difficult for ordinary people to touch. Among them, [Fortune], [He], [Desolation], The anchor point of [Qi], [Qu] and [Zhi] has returned to the past, and it will not be long before it will be in my hands. The remaining anchor of [Fear] should be the master of demons and demons of this generation , I haven’t found a clue for the words of [Wish] for the time being. Part of the [Curse] has turned into various strange and strange evil things, attached to the negative emotions of mortals, and part of it has fallen to the boundary of life and death, and opened up a long self. Torture, I need to find it myself... and [病] and a part of [禊] fell on you."

When Mi Luo said the last sentence, his eyes fell on the young god again.

The girl froze for a moment: "Is [闱] also an anchor?"

As a girl who has been in contact with many gods with the gods she believes in, she is very clear that the so-called "chill" should refer to a kind of sick power that gradually emerges from the gods when they begin to fall. ], they seemed powerless, and only with the help of the [device] as a signpost could we expel and resist the existence of [病].

"Why not? Before the world is destroyed, there will naturally be some means of self-salvation, such as [sickness], which is to release the virus of the world's collapse process to the gods attached to the world, so as to alleviate the disease of the world itself." In a way that the girl can understand, after explaining the concept of [闱], she got up and returned to the Moshe, turning into a little bit of streamer and blending into the time tree.

Although he already knew Mi Luo's identity, the pupils of the young man who witnessed this scene with his own eyes still shrank slightly, but the girl beside him froze for a moment.

"Yebu, didn't you say that gods also need a place to stay? Why can he go directly into the trees? Could it be that this Dalin Muchanming is the god of trees? But then again, the name Dalin Muchanming It’s so familiar, I seem to have seen it when I read the Shinto information some time ago.”

"You may not be familiar with the name Dalinmu Chanshengming, but you must know the two names that are closely related to him?"

The girl showed some doubts: "What name?"

"Among the three gods of good fortune, the god of birth and the sun god of birth and the sun god of Gaoyu's birth nest."

"Eh!"

The girl's exclamation echoed in the night sky, and Mi Luo, whose consciousness returned to the giant tree through the tree of time, felt the power of karma coming from a steady stream, as well as his own control over the era corresponding to the root system of the giant tree. There is a new increase in strength.

In Miro's perception, those anchors are actually tree roots. Now that he has gained the trust of the young god Ye Bu, he has obtained the control of a tree root, and correspondingly goes back to the past with the four souls. The roots of concepts such as "lucky" and "harmony" combined with jade gradually fell into Miro's control as the story unfolded in the past.

"With about one more tree root, I can forcefully control this era, but if you want to save more people, it's safer to have a few more roots." A little thoughtful expression appeared in Mi Luo's eyes, and then this point of consciousness fell again.

This time, the foothold he chose was on the edge of a rather old palace-style building. The old beams, columns and dark-colored bricks and tiles all showed that the building had existed for a long time.

The foundation of Miro's arrival this time is still a small end society.

Before Miro came, this last society did not actually exist, but because Miro wanted to come again, and he was in the Warring States Period, through the connection between the two, he determined the location of the building and left it here. After the traces of the era tree, under the influence of fate, it was conceived from nothingness.

And such unreasonable methods also aroused the vigilance of the owner of the nearby building.

An old man with a bong, with a short stature and a bald back of the head like a melon, but few people would pay attention to such an obvious feature, or few people could see the old man.

The old man stared at the moon in the sky and said in a low voice, "Strange, why do I feel that something is wrong?"

"General! What happened?"

Guarding the side, the tengu with the head of a bird and wings on its back heard the old man's muttering, and landed with a naginata in his hand.

The old man didn't answer right away, but lay on the ground, took a puff of cigarette first, and slowly exhaled a faint white mist before he asked, "Has anything happened recently?"

Although Tengu was surprised by the old man's question, he still replied respectfully: "General, there have been no major events worth noting recently? If I have to say something important, it's because you haven't been around for quite a while, General." Linmu Shrine has sacrificed."

"Linmu Shrine?"

The old man knocked on the bong in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said casually: "I see, you go and prepare a sacrifice."

"Yes."

Hearing this, the Tengu stepped back slowly.

After he left, the old man stood up abruptly, and a huge cup and a half-unsheathed precious knife appeared beside him. The sharp light of the knife was faintly visible, and it might be swung out at any time.

The old man himself turned into nothingness, and when he reappeared, he was already outside the building. He stared at the nearby shrine and the huge sacred tree, his expression becoming a little inexplicable.

"Are you looking for me?"

Mi Luo's voice came from behind the old man, and the cool water-like light of the knife cut into the void, but fell into the void.

The hand felt wrong, causing the old man to retreat quickly, but when he dodged, the cup in his hand was stolen by a hand that suddenly protruded.

The old man's pupils trembled, and the previous voice came out again: "Interesting, I thought I would find [Ai] here, but I didn't expect to find a part of [禊] first..."

Mi Luo's slightly joyful voice came out, and then the whole person appeared in front of the old man.

"who are you?"

Facing the old man's question, Mi Luo, who knew very well that he was wearing the name of Dalinmu Shengming at the moment, combined with some of the character traits of the local gods, did not answer his question, but asked instead: "You should have been able to seal My God, why do you still live in the world as a monster? Is there something you are nostalgic for?"

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