If I can’t invite God, I have no choice but to become a god myself.

Praying to God is never an option.

It's more of a two-way street.

The divine slough itself only allows people to skip the stage of contacting the void and directly contact the gods who want to reach a contract. A high success rate is one thing, but nothing is absolute.

If it fails, it can only be said that it is not suitable.

Just like in many situations, most people have a side that is close to a certain direction, and inviting gods from that side is often unfavorable.

In other words, it has an extremely unfriendly side. In this case, no matter how hard you try, you will still fail, which makes no sense.

Everyone tries to make a contract with all the gods, but in most cases, there are not many choices.

Of course, genius is not included in this category.

After entering the quiet room, the interior was ordinary. There was not even a bed, just a few futons.

Presumably, no one enters the quiet room to sleep.

The lights in the house are not bright, but there are simple and dark lights in a few corners, and there is also a strange aroma. People are in it, and they calm down unconsciously.

Zhang Teng does not come from a wealthy family, and two hundred thousand is an extremely painful number for him.

Therefore, he took two slow breaths, slowly sat on the futon, sat quietly for a moment, and adjusted his state. At the same time, the spiritual thoughts in his mind were also surging and accumulating, like a long bow, with the bowstring fully drawn, waiting for it to accumulate. The moment when everything is ready to go.

It wasn't until his energy reached its peak at a certain moment that his eyes suddenly opened.

Carefully and with great care, Zhang Teng gently placed his hand on the divine object, and his spiritual thoughts poured into it crazily as if they were free of money. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was dreaming and waking up.

I thought silently in my heart:

At first, the voice was like a murmur, obscure and difficult to understand, but as it was recited silently, the voice gradually became clear. It seemed to turn into a flowing river in the void, spreading and rippling, spreading far and wide. place.

The gods passing through the void can hear the pious voice.

"Heaven and earth, void, distance..."

"The distant god of distant eyes..."

"Wandering Divine Master Zhang Teng, calling you in the name of Divine Slaughter..."

"Please answer my call..."

"I will respect and love you as a believer..."

"Please answer my call..."

"Please answer my call..."

"Whispering", the method of inviting gods, is a compulsory course for everyone from childhood to adulthood. The scales are complex and the pronunciation is even weirder. At first glance, it does not sound like human language. However, this method, combined with spiritual thoughts, can make people The sound travels farther in the void.

It is said that the whispers of powerful people when they ask for gods can even spread throughout a province or a country. Naturally, the gods are willing to go there, and the effect is extremely exaggerated.

It's just that Chen Shu has only heard about it, and he has never seen it himself.

And "Whisper" is just the most common method of summoning gods. Some methods of summoning gods have more amazing effects than this, but most of them are secrets that are not taught, or abilities that can only be accessed after reaching a certain level. .

Zhang Teng's voice still spread in the void, seeming to float far away.

I have been waiting for a response from afar.

And with the influx of spiritual thoughts, a faint light gradually appeared on the divine slough in front of him.

The light gradually began to become brighter, bit by bit, like a candle flame. From a little glimmer at the beginning, it finally became like a faintly shining light.

It seemed to illuminate the entire void.

That breathless divine creature seemed to be given life in an instant.

Suddenly.

The surrounding space is like ripples, and the few lights in the corners of the quiet room are like candles blown by the wind. They suddenly sway, the light and shadow intersect, and the shadows seem to be blending, and in this blending , it seemed like an illusion but also seemed to be real, a shadow also appeared in the quiet room.

That shadow towered over another shadow, appearing and disappearing.

Zhang Teng suddenly realized: the gods are staring at you.

He swallowed, without any distractions, and then recited "Whispers" in a low voice.

…

And at the same time.

Outside the quiet room, Chen Shu was also resting in a specially set up lounge. The other person was not among them. Xu thought that Chen Shu was unreliable and the two of them had nothing in common.

It just so happens that Chen Shu doesn't have to waste any time.

at this moment.

Chen Shu heard waves of calls again. The voices were solemn and solemn, with a bit of piety. The voices increased from small to loud, from the initial murmuring to the end as if they were calling in his ears.

The voice had only one sentence:

"The distant god of far-sightedness, the wandering master Zhang Teng, is waiting for your response..."

"The distant god of far-sightedness, the wandering master Zhang Teng, is waiting for your response..."

Chen Shu closed his eyes. In front of him, a "sail" transformed from spiritual thoughts was quietly leaning against his thoughts.

There was no boatman on the boat, but Chen Shu sensed with joy that as long as he stepped on the sail, he would go to the person calling him.

As soon as the thought came to his mind, Chen Shu was already on the sail.

next moment.

The sail crossed the endless land in an instant and came to a dark place. In the middle, a figure sat cross-legged, exactly like Zhang Teng.

This is Zhang Teng's head space.

But Zhang Teng's body was glowing with light blue light at this time.

What this refers to is the fit, with white being the worst, followed by blue, red, gold, and color.

The blue light on Zhang Teng's body was not very light, but only average.

The degree of compatibility with him is not high.

Why do gods come into the bottle? In fact, most of the gods who enter the bottle are not very powerful, but their potential is strong enough. When they are put into the human body, especially those with high compatibility or other extremely suitable ones, it is also for the gods. No less than an adventure.

The speed of practice can be faster.

Chen Shu was not in a hurry to reveal his figure, but instead observed the space for a moment.

Above Zhang Teng's figure, a small clear spring hovers above it. It is the spiritual sea transformed by the spiritual master's spiritual thoughts. Judging from the size of Zhang Teng's spiritual sea, it is just the level of the wandering god level. It feels like an ocean, but from the outside it is actually just the size of a pond.

His qualifications can only be said to be above average, and apparently no god has entered the bottle yet.

If a spirit enters the bottle, it should be sitting on the spiritual sea.

But beyond that.

Chen Shu could also feel the auras of dozens of gods on Zhang Teng. Those should be contracts signed by Zhang Teng, leaving his own mark in them.

But Chen Shu felt it carefully, and found that most of them were low-level gods with low strength, maybe with some simple abilities, but there were only two gods whose strength was not much different from his.

All are wandering gods.

But when Chen Shu wanted to feel these gods in detail, he seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier and could not go any further, so he had to give up.

Observation is almost done.

Zhang Teng had obviously felt the gaze.

Only then did Chen Shu show up.

Buzz…

Like ripples on the water.

Zhang Teng raised his eyes again. Without any warning, he only saw a clear and bright eye, which contained indifferent colors, strange and noble. It appeared in this space like that, just looking straight at it. , all seem to take a lot of Zhang Teng's energy.

"Are you calling me?"

The voice sounded.

The male and female voices are indistinguishable, as if several people are speaking at the same time, but it does not appear messy and can be heard directly and clearly.

Zhang Teng swallowed. The Youshenjie was the strongest god he had come into contact with so far. Naturally, he felt a little nervous: "Yes."

He breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Dear God of Distant Eyes."

"I am the Wandering Master. I am calling you this time to sign an apostle contract with you, to walk the world on your behalf and spread the Way of the Far Eye!"

After finishing speaking.

He was slightly nervous, staring at the eyes in the void, waiting for a response.

"As you wish."

There was a voice in those eyes.