My Virtual Kingdom of God

Zhao Feng turned a deaf ear to the noise of the ghosts.

He silently took out a seal.

Handu City God Seal!

As soon as the seal was taken out, the evil spirits and ghosts in the prison, as if they had met their nemesis, all retreated with screams.

Immediately after the City God Seal was separated from the body, it was suspended in mid-air.

A streak of black brilliance gushed out from the seal of the City God.

The black brilliance was projected into the void in front of him, and suddenly, the void began to distort.

A black portal is looming.

Gradually, the black portal became clear.

Ancient, desolate, gloomy, reincarnated...

There are no fancy carvings on this portal, but it gives people a sense of confusion of fate and reincarnation.

Zhao Feng panicked and immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at it again.

But with just one glance, he still saw the three ancient divine scripts above the black portal, the gate of hell!

He didn't know the divine language, but he knew its meaning.

This is...the gateway to the underworld!

Zhao Feng's heart moved, and he immediately ordered the ghost guards to open the gates of each prison.

The prison opens.

Under the whipping of the ghost messenger, the evil spirits walked towards the gate of hell.

Before reaching the gate of hell, the evil spirits felt great fear of the gate of hell in front of them.

One by one stood still, unwilling to move forward.

But in this case, there is no room for these evil spirits to stay.

One by one, the ghost messengers sent the innocent souls to the gate of hell.

There are nearly 100,000 wronged souls in the Handu City God's jurisdiction.

Although the ghost gate in front of you is very spacious, dozens of innocent souls can pass side by side.

But it took several hours to walk.

Of course, this has a lot to do with the uncooperative spirits and ghosts.

Until the last dead soul was sent into the underworld, the black portal distorted with the space and disappeared.

With the disappearance of the ghost gate, the panic suppressed in Zhao Feng's heart also slowly dissipated.

This sense of panic was something Zhao Feng had never felt before.

Even if he faced the spiritual pressure of a monk with a higher cultivation level than him, he didn't have such a sense of panic.

"This feeling......"

Zhao Feng muttered to himself, seemingly at a loss for words.

"call!"

He took a deep breath, and then summoned the virtual panel.

Name: Zhao Feng

Race: Human

Faction: Paranormal Society

Title: City God of Handu

Cultivation: Early Foundation Establishment

Shouyuan: 54/200

Root bone: 5

Merit: 100 (Open the gate of hell and send the first batch of dead souls, a little merit.)

Karma: None

Kung Fu: a little

Technique: slightly

Magical instrument: slightly

Zhao Feng skipped over other information on the virtual panel that he had read thousands of times, and finally focused on merit.

Behind the merit, a numerical value, 100, appeared in the blank space before.

He doesn't know what the merit 100 is useful for, but Zhao Feng knows that any data on the prehistoric property panel is very useful.

For example, when they first entered the prehistoric world, they didn't pay much attention to their roots, but at the moment they stepped into Qi refining, they gave everyone a blow in the head.

The root bone is not only useful, it is even related to the monk's immortal journey.

So far, Zhao Feng still has some regrets, his roots are only five points.

Of course, a five-point root bone is much better than ordinary people, and it can be regarded as a top-notch qualification.

But Zhao Feng knew that five root bones were not enough for him to set foot on Yuanying, Yuanshen, let alone becoming an immortal.

In fact, it's not only him, everyone is just holding illusory extravagant hopes for becoming a fairy.

After all, everyone heard the conversation between the top powerhouses of the human race and the monster race.

Since the human race opened up the immortal way tens of thousands of years ago, countless talented heroes have gone on to succeed, but none of them has become immortal.

Not to mention that now, Honghuang is facing an unprecedented vacuum in cultivating immortality.

It is not yet known whether everyone can complete the exercises from the Jindan stage to the Yuanshen stage, let alone become immortals.

Zhao Feng's family knew about his own family affairs, and although he had extravagant hopes for becoming a fairy, he also knew that this matter was illusory, and perhaps only that person could try it.

Compared with becoming an immortal, he was moved by the divine way in the prehistoric.

so far.

Dongzhou's successive dynasties have held the authority to grant Shinto positions.

But to be honest, these royal positions are almost controlled by the immortal sect of the aristocratic family, and are used for those who do not want to be reincarnated after death.

These Shinto positions are often limited in number of years.

Whether it is the collapse of the dynasty or the loss of power of the family, the position of Shinto is lost in an instant.

In the final analysis, the land, rivers, and mountain gods granted by the prehistoric desolation have no actual combat effectiveness.

It's basically something that anyone can control.

In Zhao Feng's view, these people are all sticks.

It's just a bunch of waste who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and have no courage and determination.

What is the most important thing for practitioners?

Qualification! Or time!

In fact, Honghuang has given everyone too much convenience, the biggest of which is the flow rate difference of thirty times the time.

For all players, this is almost equivalent to 30 chances to rebuild.

As long as you break through the realm within 30 chances of rebuilding, you can break through naturally in reality, and then extend your lifespan, so you have more time in the prehistoric world.

Theoretically speaking, if there is no lack of follow-up skills in the immortal way in the prehistoric world, Zhao Feng still has a sliver of confidence to walk on the road to immortality.

But it is a pity that there is a lack of immortality in the prehistoric world.

The problem everyone faces is not only cultivation, but also to open up the way forward.

As we all know, the pioneers who open up the way are almost always paving the way for the latecomers.

Zhao Feng felt that they were no exception.

Therefore, Shinto is the way out he has prepared for himself.

If he fails in the immortal way in the future, he still has the opportunity to switch to the divine way.

Although he knew that the divine way was more ethereal.

From the current point of view, there is no heaven in the prehistoric world, and all gods and gods in the world are sealed by imperial dynasties and immortal gates, and mortals can be in charge, which is extremely chaotic.

Walking the way of God, except that there is no need to reincarnate after death, can be described by the word mob.

Zhao Feng couldn't bear this kind of uselessness.

However, if the Heavenly Court is re-established in the future, everything will be different.

The reason why he thinks this way is entirely because of the thoughts that popped up in his heart after seeing the appearance of the underworld.

And, the moment he saw the merit, the thoughts in his heart became firmer.

If his guess is correct, merit will be an important reference factor for obtaining a Shinto position at the moment when the Heavenly Court is re-established.

Moreover, the god position at that time must not be like it is today, which is useless and useless.

He believed that the priesthood entrusted by the heavenly court must be accompanied by the granting of authority.

At that time, although his power comes from heaven, it will be better than the current Shinto position.

Change dynasties at will, deprive the gods if they say so, life and death are not in control.

The Heavenly Court can't just change dynasties casually.

Zhao Feng thought to himself.

Of course, all this is just his reasoning and guesswork.

But he believed that his guess should be right.

Zheng Dong didn't know what Zhao Feng was thinking at this time, if he knew, he would definitely give him a thumbs up, and he guessed very well.

Indeed, the gold content of the priesthood after the re-establishment of the Heavenly Court is far from what it is now.

However, the difficulty of obtaining it is far from being as simple as Zhao Feng thought.

Even, it is not much easier than becoming a fairy.

Of course, this is all for later.