Xun Yi sat on the chariot and entered Pengyang City with everyone. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The purple mist was like a spiritual wisdom, and it overwhelmingly surged towards the six people. The wind is blowing, the cold air is swishing, the purple mist engulfs the sun and the moon, sweeping the mountains and rivers, and only the vast fog makes people unable to distinguish the southeast and northwest.

Ren Wan was about to make a move, but Xun Yi stopped her with a smile: "Don't move, I'll come." He stretched out his hand, and the colorful divine wheel behind his head turned, and an auspicious light came out from under the chariot, and a rich fragrance came to offset the purple mist one by one.

Yuan Shixiao looked curiously at the auspicious light barrier in front of him. This barrier acts like a bubble to keep the purple mist out of the chariot.

The crowd rode in a car to observe the scene in the city. There were countless white bones scattered on the ground, whether it was the Qingyuan army or the defenders of Pengyang City, they all fell to the ground.

"The two sides fought before they died. But after death, the bones are buried in one place, where can they distinguish each other? Only the accumulation of white bones is a mountain, which makes future generations sigh. Xun Yi's heart was touched, and Jinglang drove forward.

Suddenly, the purple mist twisted into a ball, and it seemed that the image of a skeleton was gradually converging. The skeleton was hideous and vicious, and it was giving birth to something evil

"Is it the incarnation of the gods?" Ren Moth frowned and said to Xun Yi: "Your Highness be careful, he should be the god of death in this world." ”

Xun Yi saw it, and took out a ruyi from his sleeve robe. Gently hit the skull, and suddenly the mist was dispersed by Ruyi, and the divine thoughts in the skeleton were melted into time by Ruyi and consumed.

"This is the power of time?" Xuan Ying's beautiful eyes flickered. She knew that this divine power was not Xun Yi, but the power of the candle dragon of the King of Time. That god-king controlled the time of endless time and space, and the Great World of Heyuan was of course also under his jurisdiction. Therefore, this root of wishful thinking can fight all the gods in the world.

Walking around the city, he finally came to the city wall and saw several white bones on the ground. One of them was holding an artifact, and there was a token "One" left next to the armor scattered on the ground.

"Those who killed gods in the past will eventually die. ”

"After all, he is not a god, and mortal life has an end. Ren Yan looked indifferent. In this world, even those low-level gods can hardly be called immortal. Only innate gods have an endless lifespan.

After watching what happened in the city, Xun Yi saw a group of resentful undead in another fog. These people are all the people who died in Pengyang City. Bound here by the Grim Reaper, ready to refine into an army of resentful spirits.

The screams of these resentful spirits were terrible, and when the chariot flew in, the auspicious light melted the fog. All the unjust souls immediately rushed to Xun Yi, in a vain attempt to die with him.

"Tang Shiyuan, you hang this chime on the front of the car. Xun Yi grabbed it, and the void grabbed a chime and handed it to Tang Shiyuan.

Tang Shiyuan touched his hands and saw the ancient divine text on the chime, and also saw the white jade luster coming out of it. This chime flashes with spiritual light, leaning on the chime, you will feel refreshed, can cleanse the world of evil.

He hung the chime on the front of the car, and the milky white light immediately dispelled the grievances.

"That's a pretty good clock. Could it be the Weitian Pure World Clock?" Yuan Shixiao touched it with his hand curiously. Suddenly, the chime shook the spiritual light, sending him flying out, and half of his body left Xun Yi's auspicious light shield, and came into contact with the purple mist head-on.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous. Yuan Shixiao grabbed the handle with his hand: "Fortunately, I grabbed something, otherwise wouldn't I have fallen?" He looked behind him, those unjust souls were eyeing him in the distance, and if he fell, he would be torn apart by the unjust souls immediately.

Yuan Shixiao put his mind at ease, and after sitting down again, he saw Xun Yi looking at him with a strange gaze, which made him feel furious in his heart: "Young Master, who are you?"

"Can you touch the purple mist?" Xun Yi stared at Yuan Shixiao, and then at Tang Shiyuan. "Listen to them, you two escaped in the purple mist. I thought it was the protection of divine power, but you reacted in time. But now it seems that ......"

Xun Yi looked at Ren Yan: "What do you say?"

"I also find it strange. Ren Wan said: "This purple mist contains the power of Shinto, and ordinary people will definitely die if they get close." But the two of them are quite mysterious, and they can easily walk in the purple mist. ”

When Tang Shiyuan heard this, he was puzzled in his heart and asked what was going on.

Xun Yi pointed to the purple mist and said, "You have been practicing immortal arts in the Qingyuan Hall all the year round, but you should also know where the value of the gods lies?"

"Divinity and power?"

"Yes, the most special thing about the gods is not the strength of their power, but the power of the world. ”

In other words, spiritual monks are individual practitioners, while the gods are heaven and earth themselves. Even Xun Yi's original shallow human god has the ability to control the fate of living beings.

Maybe it's better to fight head-to-head with an innate martial artist. But the gods can control the fate of this warrior and control the life, old age, sickness and death of the other party.

This power allows the gods to stand at the top of the pyramid. Moreover, the power has the characteristics of "touch and effect". As long as it is defined by power, it is equivalent to the lock of the power of the world, and cannot be corrected by individual power. The only way is to use power to fight.

For example, Yue Lao is involved in marriage for two people. Even if one of them is an extreme martial artist who is as powerful as a god, there is no way to go against the power of fate. In the end, you can only get married obediently according to marriage. However, if he could find another power to restrain marriage. For example, find another marriage and use the power of the superior gods to rebind the marriage. Or use the scissors artifact of the god of broken fate to cut the marriage, you can escape the fate power of the old moon.

There is no strong or weak power, only high and low. Superordinate powers can be overridden and redefined.

However, the power of the gods depends on the world. When the gods come to a foreign land, the power of the Heavenly Universe will automatically disappear. In the foreign lands, they are only more powerful individuals, and they no longer have the dignity of the gods.

Therefore, the merit god will have strategic significance. Every meritorious god has the power of heaven and earth, and when they come to a foreign land, it is equivalent to the tentacles of the heavenly court reaching into the foreign land, forming a small heavenly universe. Relying on the gods of merit can make the gods barely maintain a part of their strength.

The most troublesome part of the world's strategy is that the other party controls the power, but the power of the own side is suppressed to the extreme.

"The purple mist in front of you is a kind of power. It is the god who presides over death in this realm, and he uses his great magical powers to turn the concept of death into mist. In other words, as long as you are contaminated with fog, you will be given the concept of death. Even supreme gods such as the Martial God would die in this world if they didn't use their strength to resist. ”

"Even God will die?" Yuan Shixiao exhaled: "God is immortal and immortal, will he die in this small foreign world?"

"Stupid, don't you understand? God will die in this world, but not in other worlds. You see, the gods themselves are seen as collections. It is equivalent to a collection of laws covering countless worlds, a condensation of faith. Ancient gods cover countless worlds. It's just that he is given the concept of death in this world, and he can no longer meddle in this world. Tang Shiyuan and his companions spoke, and suddenly realized in their hearts: "According to what the eldest young master said, these people in the Qingyuan Army are all given the concept of death?