The Golden Elixir is a Star. Do You Call This Cultivating Immortality?

Chapter 173 The banquet will be held for thirty days in a row!

The wolf-dog in red dress soared in the air with an enchanting posture.

 The people of Shijiacun all looked frightened.

Qi Yuan looked at the red-dressed wolf dog, the **** of Shijia Village, with a strange look in his eyes.

“The divine infant who has mastered a ray of original supernatural power is complete?”

He could see at a glance that the so-called gods in front of him actually had limited strength, and were not much stronger than those villagers.

 The Divine Infant is only perfect, but under the worship of the villagers, it condenses a ray of original supernatural power.

 This is already scary.

In the Canglan world, if the Divine Infant monks can master the original magical power through this method, it goes without saying that the entire Canglan world will be in chaos, with "gods" everywhere.

You must know that there are dozens of divine infant monks in the Great Shang Kingdom and thousands in the Hundred Kingdoms, but there is not one in the Zifu.

It can be seen how big the gap between Zifu and Shenying is.

The wolfdog in the red dress has a charming figure and sticks out a generous tongue: "The new-born ancient **** must taste very delicious."

  The new gods can improve their cultivation by devouring the ancient gods.

The red-dressed wolfdog looked at Qi Yuan, his eyes sparkling.

Qi Principle was so advanced that he pretended to be relaxed and said: "Humph, you are a little monster, you should be able to add a lot of experience to me, right?"

 After coming to this world, Qi Yuan discovered that his character levels were different from the previous level 1 to 100.

 He is now a level 1 divine creature.

 The red-dressed wolf-dog in front of me is a level 55 divine creature.

 The difference between the two is... huge.

 It is comparable to the early stage of Yuan Dan and the later stage of Shenying.

 The other party is still a **** located in the territory, in charge of a divine infant with original magical powers.

 Generally speaking, for Qi Yuan, it is indeed an instant kill.

 At present, if Qi Yuan does not summon the stellar golden elixir, it is really difficult to cross so many levels with his strength in the game.

 “My people, worship me!”

 “Follow me and kill the enemy!”

At this time, the red-dressed wolf-dog gave a charming shout.

The villagers in Shijia Village couldn't help but frown, and their faces turned pale.

Obviously, facing Qi Yuan, the ancient **** who suddenly appeared, the red-dressed wolf-dog looked contemptuous on the surface, but once he took action, he gave it his all.

　　Countless red light points flew out of the villager's body and landed in the hands of the red-dressed wolfdog.

 Finally, a huge mace was formed.

Shen Tu looked at the mace and his gums trembled: "This is a sacrificial weapon!"

 Sacrificial vessels are also made by all people as offerings. They contain the hearts of all people and represent the origin of the world.

Of course, according to Qi Yuan's understanding, this is a magical weapon that can display the original magical power.

 “It’s interesting.” Qi Yuan was surprised.

This is the first time he has seen someone like him, engraving the original magical power into a magic weapon.

By this time, the village chief Yu Lei had arrived with nearly a hundred villagers.

 Looking at the red-dressed wolf-dog that collected the offerings from the villagers, they all had a look of fear in their eyes.

"Ruined!"

 “The evil god...ah!”

 “Let’s go and help Lord God!” Village Chief Yu Lei said.

 All the villagers did not hesitate. At this time, they united their front to help Qi Yuan.

But Qi Yuan said: "There are many people, and the feast is also lively."

Qi Yuan has no fear of level 55 divine creatures.

 “Here comes the sword!”

 He gave a soft drink.

 I saw the long sword behind him suddenly unsheathed.

The long sword is blood red all over, with complex lines carved on it. On the hilt of the sword, seven men with ferocious faces sit around it, with different expressions.

 The overwhelming blood energy filled the air at this moment, and the sky throughout Shijia Village turned blood red.

The sky was covered with a layer of blood, as if a troll had descended into the world.

The villagers of Qingshui Village who originally came to support could not help but stop.

That terrifying blood energy... is like an evil soldier that has slaughtered thousands of creatures.

When the villagers of Shijia Village saw this, they couldn’t help but look frightened: “Evil God!”

 “It’s actually an evil god!”

Just now, the villagers in Qingshui Village said that the **** in Shijia Village was an evil god.

Now, the villagers of Shijia Village actually say that the **** of Qingshui Village is an evil god!

Qi Yuan looked at the red-dressed wolf-dog: "You have the blessings of your people and the support of the temple, but I have a sword to chop off your dog's head!"

This time, Qi Yuan said "Behead the dog's head" very calmly.

 Because, the other party really has a dog’s head.

 “Go with the sword.”

 Qi Yuan did not take any action on his own.

His body of ten thousand gold will not stand on a dangerous wall.

He is only at level 1, so if he is touched, he will be in bad luck.

 The long sword engraved with the original magical power flew towards the red-dressed wolfdog.

 The wolfdog in red dress looks frightened.

 “Where did you get the sacrificial vessel?”

 She was puzzled.

The other party has clearly left the temple and the fiefdom, so why is there still a sacrificial vessel? Moreover, it is such a terrifying sacrificial vessel.

 The mace in her hand was nothing compared to the terrifying long sword.

 “Cut off the dog’s head!” Qi Yuan ignored it and gave the command directly.

 The long sword engraved with the original magical power rushed towards the red-dressed wolfdog.

The master of the virtual world uses the original magical power of the inner demon.

  How can a divine infant perfectly resist the original magical power of the inscription level?

 In just half a breath, the patron saint of Shijiacun fell into madness.

 “Eat, I want to eat!”

 The sword flew past, and the head of the red-dressed wolfdog fell to the ground.

 The dignified guardian deity was easily killed.

 A vast amount of experience entered Qi Yuan's body at this moment.

 His level also increased from level 1 to level 2, level 3, and finally stayed at level 11.

The villagers in Shijia Village were stunned.

Village chief Yu Lei was also stunned.

 The villagers behind him were all stunned.

 Shouldn’t the gods who are separated from the temple be very weak?

How...can you kill the new **** of Shijiacun?

Especially the fat man who was about to see Qi Yuan’s joke before, his eyes widened at this time.

"Our God has some brain problems, but his strength... is so strong!"

How could such a powerful **** appear in a village like theirs and a dilapidated temple like this!

 Somewhat unreasonable.

Village Chief Yu Lei’s eyes fell on the **** sword.

 “It’s not God who is powerful, it’s the sword!”

 He could see that the original magical aura contained in that sword was particularly strong.

 If you take one step further, it can be turned into a magical weapon!

That is a powerful artifact that can suppress an entire city!

“Our ancient **** was born with a sword in his hand, maybe... he is the descendant of a true god!” Village Chief Yu Lei judged.

 Otherwise, how could an ordinary patron saint be accompanied by such a powerful sacrificial weapon?

 The other villagers also felt excited when they heard this.

They, the gods of this ruined village, have a great background!

“The gods are so powerful, can we eat two Wowotou in one meal?”

These villagers have bold fantasies.

At this time, the villagers in Shijia Village were even more frightened.

 Especially the most arrogant family in Shijia Village.

 They brought in new gods, and the new gods were closely tied to their destiny.

  The New Gods fell, they…

"No!"

 A terrifying wolf head broke out from the body of a villager.

 Shortly afterwards, more than a dozen villagers had their wolf heads emerging from their bodies.

"They have been assimilated by the new gods. When the new gods die, they will also transform into... evil gods!" Shen Tu said quickly.

Those who are more loyal to the new **** will receive more benefits, and the new **** will assimilate them and become temple guards.

And if the new gods fall, they will become unconscious gods who only know how to kill.

The most arrogant and domineering family in Shijia Village before, dozens of evil spirits appeared in an instant.

 “The little monster died and became a little monster?”

 Qi Yuan glanced at it.

 The **** sword turned into a stream of light.

 “Everything wards off evil spirits!”

 “Behead them all!”

 “Have a big banquet!”

 “Thirty days in a row!”

 A banquet hosted by a **** is a bit shabby and can only be opened for one day.

But if a whole family is killed, wouldn’t it be possible to have a feast for several days in a row?

Blood-colored light flew across Shijia Village.

Each time he killed a villager who turned into a wolf-dog man, Qi Yuan's face lit up with pride.

 The day when the banquet is held can be extended by one more day.

Within a dozen breaths, all those terrifying gods were killed by Qi Yuan.

 His experience has increased slightly.

 Compared to the patron saint, the increased experience of those divine sins is not worth mentioning at all.

After killing all the evil spirits, Qi Yuan and Shen Tu landed in Shijia Village.

 Qi Yuan’s face was majestic and he exuded a powerful aura.

 The **** sword was returned to its scabbard. Seeing this, the remaining villagers in Shijia Village knelt down and said, "Lord God, please spare my life!"

 There is no way to escape, now we can only beg for mercy.

“We don’t believe in the new gods, everything is forced by the stupid Shi Fugui!”

The burly man who was held down before also knelt down solemnly at this moment: "Thank you God for saving my child. This life of mine, Wang, belongs to God!"

 Facing Qi Yuan, these villagers were extremely afraid.

 After all, this **** could kill the patron saint of their village.

 They lowered their heads and waited quietly for their fate.

  After all, people like them who believe in the new gods are quite disgusted by the ancient gods.

Some people with a domineering temperament will be killed directly, while those with a kind temperament will be treated kindly.

The new **** in front of him, the sacrificial vessels looked full of blood, and he was not easy to get along with at first glance.

 The fate that awaits them may be cruel.

"Your patron saint is dead, what should you do?" Qi Yuan spoke at this time and asked the kneeling villagers.

 The villagers present had their hearts in their throats and eyes, wondering why the ancient **** said this.

"Judge the new gods' crimes and start a judgment meeting!"

 “The Judgment Conference is over, pledge allegiance to the ancient gods!”

 “Build new temples for ancient gods and create new statues of gods!”

These villagers said tremblingly while accepting this reality.

 Compared to living a life, wasting money and building temples and statues is really nothing.

 Looking at the chatter among these villagers, Qi Yuan was speechless.

 These people...have no common sense?

 “The evil **** is dead, what you should do is to hold a banquet!”

"I have killed more than thirty of the evil gods' minions, so this banquet... will be open for thirty days in a row!" Qi Yuan said loudly.

 The sound was heard in Shijia Village.

 The villagers in Shijia Village were completely stunned when they heard this.

 Have a banquet?

 What the hell?

The expression of the man named Wang from before also changed, and he finally said: "Hurry up and get ready, let's start the banquet!"

Hearing this, the villagers nodded quickly: "Yes, let's have a feast!"

 At this time, it’s pretty good to be able to survive. Just do what the ancient **** said.

So, in Shijia Village, the lights were brightly lit and the banquet was held.

The villagers in Qingshui Village looked at each other, and finally, with Qi Yuan's approval, they finally came to the banquet eagerly.

Looking at the dazzling array of food at the banquet, including even meat, every villager in Qingshui Village was not greedy or drooling.

 They have been hungry for too long.

 Without the blessing of the gods, their water sources were cut off, and their crops were almost useless.

 Looking back at Shijia Village, the granaries are filled with all kinds of grains, and there is no shortage of pigs, chickens, ducks, geese, and fish.

Even Qi Yuan was a little surprised.

 No wonder everyone believes in the new gods.

　　There are indeed good things to eat when you follow the New God.

More than thirty tables were set up for the banquet. Qi Yuan did not move his chopsticks, and no one else dared to move their chopsticks.

 At this time, Qi Yuan stood up and raised his wine glass.

“Today, we gather together with great sadness.”

“The sky is in tears and the earth is in sorrow. My good brother, the patron saint of Shijia Village, the Wolf Dog God unfortunately passed away today and left us forever.”

 Qi Yuan’s voice was impassioned and somewhat sad.

The people in Shijia Village looked at each other, and the villagers in Qingshui Village also looked...confused.

At this time, Qi Yuan stretched out his palm: "On this sad day, we deeply remember him."

The burly man named Wang immediately made a face when he saw this.

 Suddenly, several women in white clothes walked out of Shijia Village.

 “O God, you died so miserably!”

 “Woo woo…”

These aunts are specially used to mourn.

 They cried miserably and were very moved, as if their relatives had really passed away.

 Qi Yuan heard their cries and felt a sense of ceremony.

 “Let’s have a feast!” He started eating directly and almost acted like eating a pig’s head alive.

  I'm really... so hungry.

 Ever since he traveled across time, he has never been as hungry as he is today.

The villagers in Qingshui Village were eating like crazy ghosts reincarnated.

 Some people ate secretly and hid some food.

 I am really, really hungry.

 …

 In Qingshui Village.

 Two old men were lying on the haystack, eating steamed buns.

　　“Hey, what’s the end of a day like this?”

“Come on, if Lord Shen Ming dies in Shijia Village, our Qingshui Village will probably be gone too. Fortunately, I still have some dry food left, so I don’t have to starve to death.”

“This new ancient **** is really weird. If he stays in the village, we in Qingshui Village will be able to take a breather in a short time. If he goes to Shijia Village, it’s like a meat bun beating a dog.”

 These two old men represent the aspirations of almost everyone.

 No one thinks that the newly born ancient gods can defeat the new gods.

 Furthermore...even if he defeats the New God, he will end up miserable.

Today's Feihuang City can be said to be half of the world owned by the New God.

 There is almost no place for the Old Gods.

At this moment, a rustling sound came.

The old man looked puzzled: "Sister Jiang, what are you doing in the middle of the night?"

 A middle-aged woman who looked extremely weak raised her head, her eyes were shining, but she said feebly: "Eat the banquet."

 “Huh?” The old man felt that these two words sounded familiar. Did he hear them somewhere today?

“The Lord God has killed the evil god, and a banquet is being held in Shijia Village. We are going to help with the work... and have a meal.”

 Hearing this, the old man was stunned.

 The Lord God killed the evil god?

 Is it still the home of the evil god?

His eyes were shining: "Eat the feast!"

Those are not important, only eating is important.

 …

In Shijia Village, the evil **** was punished, and the largest family was also attacked by Qi Yuan.

　　I found mountains of grain and food.

 On the first day, the banquet held was the banquet of evil gods, and on the second day, the banquet was continued.

  Anyway, with so many people dead, the banquet must continue to open!

One day, a carriage was pulled by a thin horse. In the carriage, a skinny old man wearing a Confucian robe was sitting.

 His eyes were slightly closed and he looked seriously injured.

 “Sir, are you okay?” Huang Mengying asked worriedly.

“The new **** in Kuangfeng Town is quite powerful.

Now, there are 500 guards in the town, which is impregnable. On its home court, I... fought with it... and suffered serious injuries. I need to rest for three years before I can take action again. "When the old man in Confucian robe mentioned this, he looked remorseful and said, "Alas, I feel unworthy of the entrustment of Lord Huang. "

Hearing this, Huang Mengying's face became even more worried, but she still said, "It's fine, sir."

“It’s a pity that out of the seven towns, six towns have been ruled by the new gods, and Feihuang City can’t support a single tree.” The old man in Confucian robes sighed.

Feihuang City has always believed in ancient gods.

 There is also an ancient **** enshrined in the city.

 But twenty years ago, the ancient **** suddenly fell into a deep sleep.

 The situation in the city changed drastically.

There are many wealthy households in the city who are secretly agitating to welcome the new god.

 Huang Mengying’s father was the city lord of Feihuang City. Naturally, he was unwilling to welcome the new **** and suppressed the big families in the city.

　　However, seeing that they could not leverage Feihuang City, the big families in the city secretly linked up with the major towns and planned in some villages and towns to overthrow the ancient gods and welcome the new gods.

 Today, six of the seven towns under Feihuang City believe in the new god.

As for the villages, almost most believe in the new gods, and only a few believe in the old gods.

The old man in Confucian robes is a good friend of the city lord and a powerful man in the late Zifu period. He was personally invited by the city lord to attack the new gods in the six towns in order to cut off the power of the new gods.

 It’s a pity that he only killed one new god, and when he met the second one, he was seriously injured.

 At this time, the sound of suona came, which seemed particularly lively.

This seems to be particularly rare in the villages near Feihuang City.

The old man in Confucian robes was slightly stunned: "Tong'er, what's going on in the village ahead?"

 “Sir, let me ask.”

 The boy driving the carriage got out of the carriage and ran towards the village ahead.

Not long after, Tong'er came back: "Sir, in front of us is Shijia Village, they are... having a banquet!"

 “Shijiacun, let’s have a banquet?” The old man in Confucian robes was a little confused.

If he remembered correctly, there was an evil **** in Shijia Village.

“It was the ancient **** of Qingshui Village who killed the evil **** of Shijia Village and then had a feast!”

When the old man in Confucian robes heard this, he immediately smiled: "I have to go and take a look at such an interesting thing."

 Huang Mengying next to her was also very interested.

 Because, what is happening in front of me is indeed a bit unbelievable.

 In such a world, it is rare for ancient gods to kill new gods.

 And there are even fewer people who kill the new gods and then hold the banquet in a grand manner.

  After all, the new gods are now so powerful that some ancient gods cannot protect themselves and are unwilling to go against the new gods.

 “Let’s go and have a look.” Huang Mengying was also a little curious.

 She is familiar with the county annals and knows the gods worshiped by the major villages in Feihuang City very well.

The **** that Qingshui Village believes in is the Dog-Tail Grass God, which is the lowest kind.

How could such a **** kill the evil **** in Shijiacun?

Driving a carriage with different thoughts, the old man in Confucian robes and Huang Mengying came to Shijia Village and saw the lively side.

At the same time, they also saw several coffins on the ground and people crying in mourning.

What was originally a trivial matter seems particularly funny at this moment.

 (End of this chapter)