"Dad, who do you think they will win?"

The battle of the four gods above and the protection of two immortals at the first level allow Aaron to have a lot of leisure to ask his elders.

At this moment, my father had sat back in his position and asked the girl beside him to make a cup of hot tea for him. He said indifferently: "Ah Long! Which magic system is within the rule of which magic system is the world? Is it necessary for my father to answer such a simple question?"

"Besides, after tonight, it will be Mid-Autumn Festival."

Aaron was stunned by his father's sudden words and asked, "What's wrong with Mid-Autumn Festival?"

"We have to eat mooncakes on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and we don't prepare mooncakes at all now, so Aaron, why don't you go and buy some mooncakes for your dad? Are you planning to buy them tomorrow?"

After my father drove Ah Long out of the house, he looked at the Golden Light Immortal who was fighting with the evil god and felt a little uneasy.

‘Among the four great immortals who are in charge of Middle Earth, is there actually one of them who is a corpse and has attained enlightenment? Is it really okay to release it at this time?’

This world, Mid-Autumn Festival, is not only the time to reunite, but also the day to worship the moon. After that, on the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon god will give back to the gods, sprinkle the moonlight all over the earth, and the Taiyin energy covers the void. This is the time when the sun is the heaviest in the sky in the year.

Among the zombies, the corpse is the weakest human and the worst rational beast zombie.

Can we really not be affected by the special external environment while fighting?

This is what my dad is worried about.

Once the Golden Light Immortal loses control, the battle above the Demon City may turn into three to three. Can the unprotected Demon City be saved under the battle of several gods?

Unlike my father, those who practice in other places in the Demon City seem much calmer.

This group of monks living in this area every three or five days will meet the land of the Dark Cloud Fairy. They are probably the ones in the whole world who know the strength of the four immortals in the Middle Earth God System.

Some bold people directly call their friends to open the market, betting on how long the evil god can last this time.

For a moment, the practice world hidden in the darkness of the demon city was so lively that Aaron, who went out to buy mooncakes, was attracted by the crowds that gathered together.

Along approached slightly and heard someone among the group of twenty people instigating their companions next to him.

"I'm right, these two little evil gods are what they are! You don't know that a year ago, five evil gods jointly set up traps and wanted to deal with Wuyunxian, but they still lost."

"Aren't there three of five evil gods?" An old Taoist in a shabby Taoist robe asked curiously. He also knew about this matter. At that time, the dark cloud fairy showed a human body and fish tail and armor. He hit the heads of three evil gods with one blow, making the demons much more purified in the next six months.

“It’s five.”

Another person next to him retorted: "There were two hidden in the dark at the beginning, but before they could take action, they were trapped by the Dreamweaver Immortal and the White Fox Immortal into the dream world. I haven't heard of them yet, and it's probably because they're already cold."

The man was wearing a floral shirt and big shorts, with only a pair of sandals under his feet. While explaining and observing the surroundings, he found Aaron who was observing, and smiled and pulled him down to the side, saying, "This little brother looks very handsome! Why, are you interested in gamble?"

The man in a floral shirt raised his eyebrows and smiled, "We can bet on a lot of things here! For example, how long can these two evil gods last? Now it is one to three in less than half a day, one to one to one to two days, and one to ten in more than two days. How about it? Are you interested?"

When the old Taoist heard this, he saw Ah Long being a little moved, so he came over and said in a low voice: "You can also bet on the reason why Golden Light Immortal participates. The existing options are Golden Light Immortal who wants to use the Mid-Autumn Festival to practice or complete some rituals, one to one 1:5. Wuyunxian and others plan to use Golden Light Immortal to lose control of fishing, one to three. And that's it..."

"Cough cough!" The man in a floral shirt saw that Aaron began to think, and quickly coughed twice, interrupted the old Taoist priest's words, and persuaded Aaron.

"Listen to my brother, betting is the best time now. We can accept cash betting. If you win, you can choose to directly exchange the resources we have. There are very few opportunities!"

The man in a floral shirt kept encouraging Aaron, but Aaron smiled and touched the back of his head, and said honestly: "Two seniors, the family is strictly controlled and they are not allowed to bet. I just want to ask some things."

"No gambling!" The man in a floral shirt suddenly lost interest and turned to encourage others.

The old Taoist priest tidied up his sleeves and said with a slightly serious expression: "It turns out that he is to solve the doubts, but the Tao cannot be easily passed on, you want..."

"Niuzi, what else can you tell me about it now? It would be nice to have a successor. I finally saw a newcomer, but you still want to cheat people? Brother, if I don't tell you about this Niuzi, just ask us directly. Who doesn't understand who is in this situation now!"

The man in a floral shirt encouraged others to bet while yelling without looking back, and the other companions at the side also spoke up for support.

This made the old Taoist priest quite helpless. The momentum and image he had finally raised collapsed instantly. He casually found a chair to sit down, shrugged and said, "You have seen it too. Ask whatever you want!"

Aaron thought for a moment, pointed to the top and said, "Seniors, you don't seem to be worried about the battle above at all."

"What's the use of worrying? Who can get involved in the battle of the above level? It's just a word of death. Instead of worrying about this or that, it's better to have some fun by yourself and wait for the dust to land to see who has better eyesight and luck."

The old Taoist priest picked up a fruit from the side and chewed it. He waved his hand very casually and said, "Besides, our Middle Earth God system has never been afraid of anyone since ancient times. If something really happens, there are big guys above to support him. Don't worry."

At the end of the story, the old Taoist priest looked at the Golden Light Immortal above and smiled and said, "Look at me! As soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival comes, it's time to come."

"How do you know it's Mid-Autumn Festival? Not after Mid-Autumn Festival!"

An old man wearing sunglasses next to him suddenly spoke. He glanced at the Golden Light Immortal and said softly: "The Golden Light Immortal is a corpse-bearing master. Even if he wants to take this opportunity to wash away the dead air and corpse-bearing qi and turn into a pure immortal, it is definitely not a matter of one day or one night. How could it be done in a Mid-Autumn Festival?"

As he said that, two old men of aged aged arguing. As Ah Long listened, he watched the time and jumped up.

"No, why did time pass so quickly? If you don't go back, you will be scolded to death by your dad!"

After saying that, Aaron rose and fell, crossed his seniors, apologized and quickly ran towards the antique shop.

When he returned to the store, Aaron saw his father sitting on a chair with a feather duster in his hand, with a tea cup on his body.

"Along! Can you tell me how you made it twenty minutes? It took so long that I almost ate the tea leaves of my father."

As my father finished speaking, Aaron hurriedly threw the thing in his hand to the little girl beside him, and rushed himself to avoid the feather duster he had knocked down.

Between the two, Aaron also told his father the information he collected.

"So, now we have to wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival to know the end of the battle above?"

The father touched his chin, took the mooncake from the little girl, nibbled one, put on his coat, got up and walked out.

"Dad, where are you going?"

"Dad, I'll go find a few old friends, just do your own things with Xiaoyu."

Upon hearing this, Aaron stayed in the antique shop with his niece Xiaoyu to sort out things, and this sorting was sorted out until the next day.

"Dad is just that. He won't come back during the Mid-Autumn Festival. By the way, Uncle Long is still fighting! Are they not tired?"

Xiaoyu wore copper coins and glasses to look at the battle in the sky. At this moment, the entire battlefield was basically pulled into the cracks inside and outside the world by Dreamweaver. However, the two evil gods were still struggling. Therefore, people like Xiaoyu who have no cultivation can also use special magic weapons to see the situation of the battle.

Aaron picked up another copper coin glasses from the side, looked at the situation in the sky from the eyes of the money, and said with some concern: "Dad is not coming back now, I'm afraid he is worried about the Golden Light Immortal above."

Hearing this, Xiaoyu suddenly said nothing. At this moment, the Golden Light Immortal was no longer the same as a child. He had thick golden hair growing on his body, his face slightly distorted, almost like a beast.

The whole body was full of death and the corpse energy was extremely heavy. Even with the little fairy energy in my eyebrows, I didn't look like a righteous monk, and it was not much better than the evil god opposite him.

After watching for a long time, Xiaoyu felt a little cold.

"Xiaoyu!" After all, Along is a practitioner. When Xiaoyu felt something was wrong, he immediately turned around and saw that Xiaoyu's eyes turned red and wisps of black mist appeared on his body.

Just when Aaron didn't know what to do, a butterfly appeared in front of Xiaoyu, stopped on the tip of her nose, and gently flapped her wings.

Xiaoyu's scarlet eyes instantly returned to normal, and the next second he fell to the ground weakly.

Along hurriedly saluted the butterfly and said, "Thank you, the Great Immortal of Dream Weaver for saving you."

The butterfly flew up and stopped in front of Along, Qi's voice came out: "No need for politeness, Baihu and I are here, because we are worried that the mortals with extraordinary spiritual consciousness will be infected."

"However, you should also pay attention in the future. Not only is your niece far better than ordinary people, she is born with the same shadow and has a fate with death. If you don't want her to enter the path of practice, it's best to find someone to seal her spiritual consciousness. If you have the intention to guide you but cannot find someone to teach you, you can set up an altar at home to worship my divine name, and I allow her to borrow my divine power."

After saying that, the butterflies turned into streams of light and disappeared.

Qi, who withdrew her consciousness, looked at the side, shook her tail, and broke through the seven or eight altars below that wanted to ride on the power of the Golden Light Immortals, and absorbed the dead energy and the corpse energy practice evil magic.

Moreover, based on what these monks do on weekdays and their merits and energy, they may warn the other party to be content with their own composure in the Middle Earth territory, or to clean up the "trash".

When he saw Qi looking over, Yuren, who looked like a white fox, stood up and turned into a little boy with white fox ears and fox tail, wearing the same color similar to the Fusang priest uniform. He sorted out his sleeves and felt quite helpless.

"How did you change back to human form?" Qi looked at her brother curiously. Qi also joked about his image for a long time.

Speaking of which, although the foundation of the Qiyu brothers in the nine-grade system copy world is in Fusang, the worship of the two is completely different.

Although he is a twin god, but he is in charge of the authority of stories, dreams, strange stories, etc., Qi has become a moody god in the Fusang mythology of the Nine-Level Copy. Most of his offerings are fear, awe, and even fear.

As Yu is in charge of a certain land, the power of harvest and sunlight, and the white foxes are symbolized, the worship and sacrifices they enjoy are more than three times that of Qi. This is the result of the frequent sacrifices of both parties. If there is no large number of sacrifices that must be worshipped at the same time, the gap between the faith and vows of Qi brothers in Fusang is at least ten times.

Qi has envied Yu in the past for such a gap.

But this emotion was gone after coming to this copy world.

The Qiyu brothers who rely on the nine-grade lattice system to break through the fairyland and gather the core of magic power have received a great influence from Fusang's vows.

Even if you arrive in this world, with the recognition and title given by Yuchen, the image of both will inevitably bring some Fusang characteristics.

Among them, Qi is better, and he receives less wishes. In addition, he has authority such as stories and strange stories, so he can divide these images.

Yu was a little miserable. If he did not appear in front of the world as a white fox and turned into a human form, he would inevitably be influenced by Fusang's will and was wearing a costume similar to a priest's clothing.

For Yuchen, who was granted the Middle Earth God system, it was said on the surface that this was a test for both. At the same time, he also hoped that they could use this image to penetrate Fusang and clean up the dirt there.

In fact, why, whether it is the Qiyu brothers, the Golden Light, the Wuyun, or the Taibai Jinxing, they all know it.

Yu had no choice but to go to Fusang in this world in this way, and took the Shinto who was about to decline as a life-saving straw. He was always a huge sacrifice and his huge vows further stabilized his image, making Yu increasingly disliked to show his posture of showing his three human forms that were not the same style as the other three.

At this moment, Yu showed his human form, which naturally aroused Qi's curiosity.

Yu said that he was not far away to evaluate his image. He took out a magic weapon similar to the imperial coins and was almost like a whisk in his hand. He pointed to the sky and said, "Time is coming soon, you can prepare it too!"

Upon hearing this, Qi looked up at the void, her face slightly solemn.

"You knew it long ago?"

"Originally I didn't know it at first, but after most of the day, Wuyunxian didn't kill him. In addition, we just found an evil cultivator at random and encountered such a scene. It was obvious that someone interfered with our fates and affected my perception. Who else do you think can do this?"

"Master?"

After hearing this, Qi looked at the Golden Light Immortal, nodded secretly and said, "The problem on Jin Guang's body is indeed going to be solved. At this moment, the master is in charge of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Palace, which is equivalent to having the help of thirty-three immortals, just to deal with the consequences left by the Golden Light when it was refined in the past."

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