Huang Ting

But how many people can there be in such a small mountain village? There are only a few dozen households in Gajia Village, but only a hundred people. Even if he finds ten such villages, he can only seduce more than a thousand people at most, and maybe less than that.

This kind of scale can at most support the faith of a land lord, but the strength shown by him is not worthy of it.

Wang Zhenqiu suspected that this might not be the source of Zeng Zijie's beliefs. He must have other plans. Wang Zhenqiu also wanted to ask about other things. The old man who was talking to him first looked at him in disbelief, and then looked at him in a very skillful manner.

, he knelt on the ground in front of Wang Zhenqiu, touching his forehead to the ground, trembling, and still chanting the words just now.

Wang Zhenqiu immediately became sternly alert, and his whole body secretly tensed up. The old man in the shade knelt down on the ground so devoutly, it must not have been him who was kneeling. He did not have the charm that made people worship him as a god upon meeting him.

The person who makes Gajia Village worship him like a god is Zeng Zijie.

In addition, what surprised Wang Zhenqiu was Zeng Zijie's strength. Although he was young and had learned all kinds of tricks, he had been in the world of strangers for many years and was still doing dirty work that he could do anywhere. In terms of strength and

His vision is among the best in the world, and anyone who can get close to him should not be underestimated.

"You are a man who knows everything."

A deep, muffled voice suddenly came from behind Wang Zhenqiu. Although it was a question, his tone was very firm. The person who spoke seemed to have determined that Wang Zhenqiu was an employee who knew everything.

Wang Zhenqiu was not too panicked. He had encountered quite a few dangers over the years, and many of them were caused by himself, so he was in a good mood. He turned around slowly to avoid alerting the people standing behind him.

Just as Wang Zhenqiu was thinking, behind him was a masked man who looked like the Sanxingdui statue had been reborn. He stood ten steps away from Wang Zhenqiu, his whole body wrapped tightly, with two raised eyes.

The pillar looked at him indifferently, just like its cold bronze material.

First, he knocked out the old man next to him gently to prevent him from hearing what he shouldn't hear. Then Wang Zhenqiu smiled frivolously, hiding his true thoughts with the appearance of a bohemian libertine:

"You are here to spread faith for yourself. Do you want to become a god? Zeng Zijie."

"You shouldn't be here."

Without meeting Wang Zhenqiu's probing, the masked man still spoke in his voice that contained no emotion.

But Wang Zhenqiu seemed unable to understand the current situation and continued to joke:

"I'm just here to travel. The scenery here is beautiful. There are no people inhabited within ten miles. It still maintains the original style of Yunnan Province. It is very suitable for tourism. Listen, there are people in the mountain villages over there singing some poems loudly."

"It seems to be called Zeng Zijie, a god."

"You know, the customs and scenery here remind me of an old incident."

"Bai Lian's past," having said this, Wang Zhenqiu finally put away the smile on his face and said slightly seriously,

"Did the White Lotus Sect in those days also fool the people like you, causing them to neglect farming, skip three meals, and just recite scriptures every day to publicize your name?"

The masked man said murderously: "You are right. The scenery here is indeed beautiful and it is very suitable for burying people."

Wang Zhenqiu smiled and said: "It's hard to say who will be buried."

The masked man, or should I say Zeng Zijie, is not a person who likes to talk quickly. He has his right hand raised horizontally, and the yellow cong on his waist glows faintly, swaying in the wind.

On Zeng Zijie's right hand side, the earth wriggles upward, like spring water rising up, and climbing like bamboo shoots in spring, until it turns into a stone pillar slightly higher than Zeng Zijie's head, with a black light on the surface like an obsidian stone pillar.

Zeng Zijie grasped the stone pillar on his right hand and lifted it up. The connection between the stone pillar and the earth was violently broken, causing a sharp stubble to form at the connection between the stone pillar, like a special-shaped spear point, turning a stick into a spear.

Then, Zeng Zijie quickly approached Wang Zhenqiu with a gun. The debris on the ground did not hinder him. As if he was on a smooth skating rink, he slid towards Wang Zhenqiu lightly with a little force.

The battle suddenly started. Wang Zhenqiu turned over his hand and took out the lighter that he had already held in his palm. The flint rubbed, and the sparks ignited the oil rope, igniting a cluster of flames.

Wang Zhenqiu took a full breath and blew hard at Zeng Zijie. The Qi he blew passed through the flames on the lighter, and the flames rose with the Qi, just like the breath of a Western dragon, turning into a cone-shaped flame.

However, the follow-up skills from the Fire God Sect may have the power of the dragon's breath. The fire Wang Zhenqiu spewed out with the most basic skills of the Fire God Sect was just the most ordinary flame, at most as powerful as the flame of a household gas stove.

The stone spear in Zeng Zijie's hand swept across, but the slender stone spear swung out with strong winds, and the howling wind pushed the flames back.

But he saw a figure leaping out of the flames, like a carp leaping over a dragon gate, more like a stone monkey emerging from the world. It was holding a long stick like Zeng Zijie, but unlike Zeng Zijie, this stick was

It is condensed from the innate energy of the human body, and has the same properties as the light whip condensed from the Golden Light Curse.

This time when he came into contact with Xia Liuqing, Wang Zhenqiu set his sights on the magical godhead mask in his hand. Wang Zhenqiu's mask was more comprehensive than Quan Xing. Even Xia Liuqing was such a scoundrel and had no choice but to waste money to eliminate disasters. Wang Zhenqiu reluctantly agreed.

transaction.

Godhead masks use humans to act as gods, thereby borrowing power and supernatural powers from the gods. The more realistic and similar the acting is, the stronger the borrowed power will be.

But a person's own personality limits the god that each person can play. A dignified person cannot play Nezha's mischief, an out-of-touch person cannot play the King of Pagoda, and a wretched person cannot play the majesty of the Jade Emperor. How can one go against one's nature?

Perform the essence of God.

When Xia Liuqing was young, he focused on the Erlang God. Now he is playing the role of the Door God Wei Chigong when he is old. Because he is compatible with these two gods, he was called a fierce actor when he was young. He was arrogant and arrogant.

Xuan's image of Guanjiangkou Erlangshen.

As for the door god, maybe it’s because he has been guarding Granny Jinfeng’s door for decades?

And the god who fits Wang Zhenqiu’s naughty and curious temperament,

"Evil! Take a stick from me!"

Wang Zhenqiu chanted one of the most famous lines of the Monkey King, waved the air stick, and then fell down, using a Taishan pressure to hit Zeng Zijie's Tianling Gai with all his strength.

The Qigang stick in his hand seemed to be a solid stick made of heavy steel. It was swung down with majestic force, breaking rocks and breaking metal.

Unexpectedly, Zeng Zijie came in behind and blocked Wang Zhenqiu's powerful blow, and then used his arms to hit Wang Zhenqiu back.

Wang Zhenqiu felt as if he had hit a mountain, and the mountain began to move towards him.

When the mountain moves, it turns into a meteorite falling from the sky, seemingly slow but with an unstoppable momentum.

Seeing that Zeng Zijie's strength was astonishing, far beyond his expectation, Wang Zhenqiu made a prompt decision. Before Zeng Zijie could fight back, he borrowed Zeng Zijie's strength to do a somersault in the air, stayed away from him, and returned to where he was at the beginning.

situation.

Wang Zhenqiu made a stick figure and looked at Zeng Zijie: "You are such a savage god, you have so much strength!"

"Sun Wukong?" Zeng Zijie said, looking at the mask of the Monkey King Wang Zhenqiu was wearing.

"It's your grandfather and me."

Although he did not gain the upper hand in the last attack, Wang Zhenqiu did not admit defeat.

Wang Zhenqiu didn't have the same oil paint weapon as Xia Liuqing, so he couldn't use Qi to instantly draw a dramatic face for himself, so he could only prepare a mask for himself in the county. Naturally, such a mask could not be drawn with Qi.

The mask is flexible and cannot express the essence of God and fully exert the power of the Godhead mask, but it is more efficient and can be used as an emergency measure in a short time.

Wang Zhenqiu secretly thought: "Fortunately, I just got this method. I want to try it out first. Otherwise, if I want to fight in close quarters as usual, I may not be the opponent of this barbarian god. Where does this barbarian god come from?"

strength?'

"This battle is not going to be easy."