My avatar is a god

Xu Xiao's avatar of the God, as a natural god, does not force the soul of the believer to his own kingdom of God after the believer dies. In fact, the current avatar of the God has not created his own kingdom of God, but only temporarily resides in the mysterious space. )

Under the guidance of Xu Xiao, the priests of Tianzun Sect will hold a ceremony for the believers to transcend after their death. During the ceremony, the priests often perform divine arts to transcend the souls of believers and make it easier for them to enter reincarnation. This practice is actually in accordance with the will of heaven and earth and in line with the rules of heaven. Over time, it will accumulate a lot of heavenly merits for Tianzun Sect.

Only those extremely devout fanatics, after death, will their souls follow the connection of the line of faith, penetrate the barriers of many spaces, and come to the side of the gods they believe in. Such fanatics, whether before or after death, are the most precious wealth of gods.

It has been less than two years since Xu Xiao founded the Tianzun Sect and preached the belief in Daluo Tianzun. However, due to his powerful preaching and brainwashing, there are already extremely devout fanatics. One after another, several fanatics have died and their souls have come to the side of the God's clone.

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Xu Xiao knew that these souls could not see through the true relationship between the God's clone and himself, and of course he would not waste such a precious treasure in vain. Xu Xiao used the power of the God's clone to create new bodies for them. Since the God's clone has not yet created the kingdom of God, they can only sleep beside the God's clone on weekdays. When Xu Xiao needs them, he will use his power to summon them out.

As Xu Xiao used his magic to summon the God's servants, four golden lights appeared in front of Xu Xiao. The four God's servants who had just woken up from their sleep soon woke up completely. They bowed to Xu Xiao to express their respect for the Daluo Tianzun's earthly representative.

Xu Xiao gave orders with his mind, ordering four divine servants to escort the miners away as soon as possible.

Soon, the four divine servants organized the miners, left the cave as quickly as possible, and fled as far as possible.

At this time, Xu Xiao had the mind to pay attention to the battle in the hall. Under the attack of the divine power clones he transformed, both the four cultivators who controlled the flying boat and the blood-red figures had all fallen into disadvantage.

Xu Xiao, who was anxious to reinforce Lie Wushuang, was not prepared to waste time here. Seeing the right opportunity, he shot more than ten divine arrows in a row, and shot and exploded the four cultivators who were only in the Qi Refining Stage one by one. More than a dozen divine power clones hugged the blood-red figure regardless of life and death, playing the divine power self-explosion, and the sudden burst of divine power directly purified all the puppets.

The battle ended quickly, and Xu Xiao, who took back the remaining divine power clones, looked at the hall again. After making sure that he had not missed anything, he immediately rushed into the dark passage behind the hall.

The downward passage was pitch black, but Xu Xiao could see everything clearly in his eyes, which were filled with divine power. From time to time, a pile of burnt black ashes appeared on the ground of the passage, which should be the masterpiece of Lie Wushuang.

In just a moment, Xu Xiao passed through the passage and came to a larger hall.

Before Xu Xiao entered the hall, strong energy waves came over. Some energy waves contained heat waves that could roast people, and some energy waves contained coldness that could freeze people. Needless to say, this was the aftermath of the battle in the hall.

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Xu Xiao, who was protected by divine power, regarded these deadly energy waves as nothing and swaggered into the hall.

In the hall, two figures were like whirlwinds, chasing and fighting non-stop, sweeping everything in the hall, and the aftermath spread everywhere.

A figure was like a burning flame, releasing amazing heat all over his body. This was naturally Lie Wushuang who came in first.

Another figure was like coagulated blood, with a bright black color in the bright red, releasing a cold breath.

The two whirlwinds were too fast for ordinary people to see their movements. Xu Xiao's eyes, which contained divine power, clearly saw the face of the bloody figure. This person's long hair and thick beard were all strange blood red. His appearance matched the description of Xu Zhigang, the head of the Xu family. He should be the old man Qingshan.

On the surface, the old man Qingshan exuded vitality all over his body, as if all things were born. His actions were even more domineering, extremely flamboyant, and full of vitality. But Xu Xiao sensed the deepest part of the old man Qingshan's body, the kind of deep decay and weakness hidden, like a dying old man who was about to enter the end of his life.

Xu Xiao did not rush to join the battle, but looked carefully at the hall.

The hall was in a mess, like a hurricane passing through, which was the result of their fight.

There should have been four stone altars in the hall, one large and three small, but the three small altars had been completely smashed, leaving only the base, which was barely intact, and rubble of varying sizes was scattered everywhere. Although the large altar remained largely intact, it was also severely damaged, with several deep cracks.

On the large altar, there were several mummies. Judging from the shape of the mummies and the remaining breath, they were clearly mass-produced puppets of the Blood Hand Man-Slayer.

Xu Xiao had a guess in his mind that was roughly close to the truth. Old Man Qingshan used a strange secret method to create the Blood Hand Man-Slayer, letting them kill everywhere in the territory of Weiguo, absorbing a large amount of killing breath, and then letting the altar absorb these killing breaths. Of course, the life and soul of the Blood Hand Man-Slayer were a dessert.

The four altars all exuded a strong and disgusting bloody smell, and the altar floor was covered with shiny black blood stains. This should be the place where the old man Qingshan performed blood sacrifices. Judging from the situation at the scene alone, the murders committed by this damned old guy were enough for him to go to hell eighteen times.

There were no other creatures in the hall. There were many black scorch marks on the ground, and gray-black ashes were scattered everywhere.

Xu Xiao's attention was once again on the altar. The large altar was against the wall in front of the hall, and the three small altars surrounded the large altar in the middle like stars surrounding the moon.

On the wall behind the large altar, there were several blood-red stains, forming a simple pattern. At first glance, it was a meaningless ghost painting, but if you look closely, there seems to be a strange attraction inside, which firmly sucks people's eyes and makes them unable to move away. If you look at it for a long time, you will lose your mind, as if it wants to suck your soul into it.

Xu Xiao, who was protected by divine power, quickly got rid of this strange attraction.