The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

The next day, the city of Augusta welcomed the arrival of the gods.

Several incense gods descended from the sky and drove out all the believers of the True God Sect. The cruelest struggle in the world is not between ourselves and the enemy, but between the infidels, and the same is true for the way of incense.

Although there are now very big differences within the Incense Divine Court, the attack on the True God Religion is the common interest of everyone. No incense god wants his temple to be smashed and his incense robbed, nor does he want to be rumored to be a supernatural god.

The True God Religion cannot cause substantial harm to the Incense Court, but it can pollute the Incense Faith and greatly increase the difficulty of refining it.

Just like cockroaches, they may not be able to kill people, but they can contaminate food.

Mara left here early and moved to another city, continuing to spread the seeds of suspicion.

During this period, I met many colleagues, and the entire Western Region was a mixed bag of fish and dragons. Taoism, Buddhism, and demons all gathered together, and it was like a chaotic dance of demons.

Mo Luo also had a lot of experience and saw a different world. He discovered that the stability of China was a miracle.

The strong men from all ages gathered in the world, and it was a world of great strife. It was also a world that was more chaotic than the world of cultivation.

Even Wuxiang's life was planned, which would have been unimaginable in the previous life.

The chaos in the Western Region is happening, and I don’t know how many powerful people are secretly fueling the chaos.

Mara is only one of them, but his influence is the greatest.

The entire belief controlled by the Incense Divine Court is simply like a clay Bodhisattva to this holy king who created the inner demon path.

It fell over at the slightest touch.

Because most of these incense gods have become monks halfway and have little experience in cultivating incense.

The main reason could be guessed by Mara.

That is the top powerful men who are truly in power in Incense Divine Court, such as the great sage at the formless level. Incense is treated as a transitional thing, and I don’t intend to go this route. Naturally, I don’t need to spend too much energy on running it. This is a thankless thing.

The promise of the gods is directly linked to the incense.

Essentially like a campaign manifesto among humans, failure to deliver on promises will reduce support, and the same is true for incense beliefs.

The two of them stood under the high-rise building, overlooking another riot below.

In this post-civilized strongman society, people hold up guns and Molotov cocktails, just like the bourgeoisie used matchlocks to pierce the armor of knights.

This time they are facing gods, a group of gods from outside the sky.

The failure of such a mortal is already doomed.

The little black man looked at the flames soaring into the sky, and suddenly felt familiar. China was also like this back then.

The cost of ruling a race with such a large number of humans and everyone possessing intelligence is simply too high. Because people will resist, and they will rise up against beings that are countless times more powerful than themselves.

There are also three, six or nine levels among them, with distinctions between superior and inferior, but there is a saying that "princes, generals, and ministers have their own kind."

The same is true for the mortals in the Western Region today.

"Boss, you are so powerful. For the forces that make up a huge society like human beings, your lethality is simply incomparable!"

She praised him almost as if he was flattering, comparing Mara to a formless person, which was 80% false and 20% true.

Wherever Mara goes like a great incense plague, doubts about the gods spread. Three riots can be set off in just one day, and hundreds of riots can be incited in a month, with more than 3 million participants and nearly 80 million people affected.

"I am just taking advantage of the general trend. The Western Region used to be very wealthy, but it has only been seven or eight years now. Mortals have not forgotten the past life."

Mo Luo shook his head and said: "It's a pity that strong people tend to subconsciously ignore mortals. Ignoring them is subjective. The strong people now are monks, but the strong people in the past were powerful people. To put it better, it is called the overall situation. , is called grand narrative, and those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial details.”

"Words such as common people, common people, people, etc., do not describe people, but data on paper, wealth that can continuously generate money."

The riot below reached its peak, with gunshots and explosions rising and falling. Monks began to intervene, incense gods suppressed them, and mortal moths flew into the flames.

Mora looked at them with an almost mocking expression.

"Do you read history? No matter how society develops throughout the ages, it is just the wheel of history rolling back. Equality for everyone is like a blank check. You can write a trillion dollars on it, but no one will do it for you. cash."

"In fact, in my opinion, the Incense Divine Court also plays a role in being overthrown. Of course, the great saint has the ability to reverse the world, but he wants too much, just like Li Changsheng."

The evening wind blew up a piece of torn paper and floated across the rioting crowd, vaguely visible the promise of equality for everyone from the divine court above.

This is not a promise made by the Great Sage, but a promise made by the people below for the sake of incense.

Now the great sage seems to want to fulfill his promise, but after all he is powerless.

The little black man blinked, unable to speak for a while.

Why do these top powerhouses seem so kind-hearted recently?

But the principle of flattery remains unchanged.

"Bodhisattva Bodhisattva's heart is really a blessing to the people of the world, and he is expected to have meritorious deeds and a golden body."

"No, I only care about mortals because of Li Changsheng."

"..."

The little black man was speechless.

Her boss seemed to be really showing off. She recalled that when they first met, Mo Luo still had the energy to be on an equal footing with Li Changsheng.

“Where do you plan to go next?”

Returning to the topic, the little black man asked: "Now we have greatly delayed the collection of incense in the Western Region. If we want to go further, we can only get closer to the Holy City."

"I will die." Mo Luo said without hesitation, "I am now a Liangshan bandit. It's okay to cause trouble in a remote place. But if I hit the emperor at his feet, do you think the emperor doesn't care?"

This is also the reason why he dared to take risks.

It's not Wuxiang's turn to take action yet, so the one who can deal with him should be a strong person like Earth Mother. Just like in the land of China, it is impossible for Li Changsheng to personally take action against those sneaky and evil evil ways. Usually, the little Taoist priest Qingxuan solves them.

"Now we basically can't continue to take action. If this continues, the Great Sage may not be able to tolerate me."

"But it's the tree master's mission." The little black man was in a dilemma.

This is not a part-time job where you can give up halfway.

Their mission has actually just begun. Now it seems to be a mess, but in fact it has not caused any harm to the Incense Palace. Belief is maintained by force. Once this riot is suppressed by force, fear will affect the people for a long time.

Inner demons are more like instigation than mind control, and they have no direct relationship with the people.

So they have not been found yet.

"wait."

Mara was calm and happy, as if he had some kind of plan in his heart.

The night sky was slightly bright, and the god of incense and fire was projected from thousands of miles away. A kind and holy shadow was thousands of meters high, and he raised his hand to calm everyone's violent emotions.

The rioting crowd was held still at this moment, and then guns, swords, sticks, and various explosives were placed on the ground, and cries started one after another.

Eventually people lay on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

With such a gentle method, Mara knew who was coming without having to guess.

One of the top powerhouses in the Western Region, Earth Mother.

No one knows where she comes from, and no one knows her roots. They only know that her methods may come from the Phoenix clan.

"come out."

The clear and holy voice fell, and the goddess in the sky obviously noticed the two people hiding in the shadows. The bright firelight shone, and all the secret methods were invisible.

A man and a woman enter the eyes of Mother Earth.

These are the two enemies she has been tracking for many days. Their identities are not yet known. One is proficient in the soul and the other is proficient in space.

The two are not very strong in fighting skills, but they are both known for being mysterious and unpredictable. One can run fast, and the other can make no traces of his shots.

He is simply a born troublemaker.

Mother Earth couldn't help but pinch the spell with her hands, and a ray of fire suddenly appeared in the void, turning into a sacred fire lotus, breaking the dark night.

The tongues of fire fell from the sky, and the little black man raised his head upwards. The void between them seemed to be in a trance, like high-temperature and distorted air.

The layers of space delayed the time for the Holy Fire Lotus to fall on them by three seconds in this short period of several hundred to ten thousand meters.

Three seconds were enough for them to escape.

"Boss."

Mara shook his head to show that he would not run away, then rose into the air and smashed the Holy Fire Lotus head-on.

The little black man was very confused, but he did not escape without authorization.

Boom!

Huge fire lotuses bloomed in mid-air, like fireworks in midsummer.

Both Mo Luo and Earth Mother deliberately pulled the battlefield to the sky. The former wanted to hide in front of Li Changsheng's door, while the latter was not easy to kill by nature. The good and bad of powerful people are not divided by their power.

Good and evil cannot define them, they are just what they think.

The two of them used their full strength as soon as they took action.

The sky was covered with uncertainty, and the thick clouds broke countless big holes.

Gradually, the movement here attracted more incense and fire gods to join the battlefield. In just one hour, Mo Luo was besieged by more than a dozen incense and fire gods, and he was beaten until he vomited blood.

The little black man was also besieged, but she looked like a ghost, scurrying around with her spatial magic. After hitting it out with all the strength, even a part of it fell on her, which was pretty good.

Seeing more and more enemies surrounding him, the little black man finally couldn't sit still.

"Boss, if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave!"

"Walk!"

Mo Luo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the invisible soul shock wave spread in all directions. All enemies except the Earth Mother were suddenly unstable and could not even maintain their flight in the air.

The void shook, and the two men moved 100,000 meters away in an instant.

Mother Earth's eyes were light, and she used incense as a way to build a bridge in the void. Taking one step also formed a method similar to space movement.

Fire lotuses soar into the sky and phoenixes cry.

The true form of the phoenix appeared, and the sky was burned like sunset.

"Fuck! It's indeed a phoenix."

The little black man couldn't help but curse. The Phoenix and Dragon clans are both top clans, and their magical powers are extremely powerful.

Mara also revealed the dharma of the Holy King, and an endless shadow enveloped the void, where malignancy abounded, and all thoughts were despaired of.

The appearance of inner demons.

Boom!

The two of them struck in the air, causing the space to be damaged and the universe to be shaken.

Mara was wounded again, and the two continued to flee.

Mother Earth followed closely behind, chasing me for hundreds of kilometers.

Suddenly, Earth Mother stopped and looked around with alert eyes. A mysterious man wearing a bronze rat-face mask suddenly appeared.

He blocked all the Earth Mother's magic with one hand, and then took Mara away with a wave of his hand.

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"Cough cough cough..."

Mo Luo coughed a few times, and blood fell to the ground, seeping into the ground with an inexplicable force.

Through some means, he read the memory of a mortal dozens of kilometers away, and he roughly understood where he was at the moment.

In the core territory of the Holy City of the Western Region, on the southeast coast of the Mediterranean Sea, an inconspicuous boy.

Looking up, what I saw was a dilapidated church. The statues enshrined in it had been banned seven or eight years ago.

Heavenly Father.

Ten steps away, a man wearing a black priest uniform and a rat-faced mask lit a candle.

He said, "Sir, I think we might be able to form an alliance."

Mara smiled.

This is the person he wants to lure out in his adventure, a person who forms a mysterious gathering, and a person who wants to take action against Wuxiang.

Shu Zun and Li Changsheng should be interested.

As for how to lure a snake out of its hole?

He understands people's hearts well and understands that the so-called method of attending a rally will not work and will only arouse the vigilance of others. Even if you finally sneak in, the people and things you can come into contact with will not be able to touch the core.

Letting people take the initiative to come to your door is the way to go.

The leaves in the pocket are slightly fluorescent, and a certain supreme being is looking towards it.

Mara asked, "Who are you?"

"you can call me……"

The mysterious man took off his bronze mask, revealing a blond and blue-eyed face from the Western Regions, with an old face and half-blond and half-white hair.

One black eye and one blue eye.

And if you take a closer look, the facial features look a bit incongruous, as if they were pieced together by two people.

A piece of information burst out in Mo Luo's mind. This was information he found on the Internet more than ten years ago.

He is the Holy Father, Don Revi.

But it seems that he has been reincarnated, no wonder he was able to run away in the first place.

"I am the Holy Pope, Xu Zhongxian."

The little black man made eye contact with Mora, and they both used their spiritual thoughts to communicate.

The conclusion was reached in just two seconds.

There is a problem with reincarnation. The subjective consciousness is not dominated by the reincarnated person, but half of it is occupied by each other. In the other party's answer, the identity is that of a modern person and the name is that of a reincarnated person.

Xu Zhongxian seemed to be talking to himself and continued: "I have a big feud with Panhu, and you should be acting under orders. I wonder if you are interested in killing Wuxiang?"

Some time ago, Moro would have regarded the other party as a fool, but this time his expression became a little solemn and he nodded slightly tentatively.

"How to kill such a supreme being?"

"Can't be killed."

"Um?"

"No form is one of heaven and earth. It has the same lifespan as heaven and lasts forever with earth. You can kill his body, but you can't kill his Tao. The Tao is immortal, the Tao is immortal!"

Xu Zhongxian opened his arms, looked at the broken ceiling, and looked around the world with a crazy expression.

Different souls and consciousnesses have no priority. How can we not go crazy?

Mara asked: "Since Your Majesty said that Wuxiang cannot be killed, how can you say that Wuxiang can be killed?"

Xu Zhongxian's crazy demeanor disappeared instantly, and he replied calmly: "It can be replaced. When his way is replaced, he will naturally die."

"How to replace it?"

Mo Luo asked, but Xu Zhongxian shook his head and did not answer, so he had to change the topic.

"I am indeed interested in killing Wuxiang, but how can fellow Taoist prove that I have this ability?"

"Let me introduce myself. The name of the small path is too simple. There are two hundred and eighteen generations of Tianji Pavilion Celestial Masters. However, these estimates are difficult for fellow Taoists to believe."

Xu Zhongxian put on the bronze rat mask again. In the moonlight falling from the gap in the ceiling, the mask reflected a strange arc of light, which made Mo Luo realize that this was also an incredible treasure.

"I am incompetent and a rebellious minister of the Immortal Palace. I am the head of the Supervisory Heaven Department and am ordered by the Immortal to create a new heaven."

He opened his hands, with indescribable arrogance in his tone, a kind of contempt for heaven and earth, and hatred for the laws of heaven and earth.

No strong person has ever hated the world. All strong people throughout the ages have been pursuing the great road.

Mara had only seen this kind of temperament in the man named Feixing.