At the foot of the green mountains, there is an ordinary small mountain village.

Before the mist in the morning melted, the farmers carrying farm tools had already embarked on the road.

Around them, there are many little ghosts with only half of their heads.

"Pick up more firewood, please!"

"Remember to pay a few nests of bird eggs for the black girl..."

"The mistress in the family has grown up again recently. She is really a half-baby, I'm poor..."

There were sounds of three or three, and in the small village, smoke from cooking was curling, and some women with wooden hairpins and cloth skirts started working the whole day with wooden basins.

The rising sun rises in the east, with a faint purple aura. The surrounding blue-purple stars stand opposite to the green green stars, and the light seems to offset each other.

Everything suddenly formed a rural scene that was as ordinary as it could be.

There are naturally ordinary people in the spiritual world, and they are the cornerstones that truly form the world.

Although they don’t know how terrifying things are hanging high above their heads, they know that a simple truth must be maintained in such a state of sunrise and rest until the sun sets, otherwise the whole family will be hungry.

However, there are naturally different parts in the spiritual world from the lower world.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth is rich, and there are many monsters and beasts. Therefore, even if it is just such a small mountain village, a land god is also worshipped to obtain shelter.

In Fang Yuan's opinion, it is somewhat useful.

Although the land temple in the village is only the size of a wooden box, like a child's doll, there are still a lot of incense in front of it.

Looking at it with golden eyes, you can see strands of divine power spreading, forming a layer of mist-like defense, barely covering the entire village and giving blessings to the priests.

‘It’s a pity… this power is still too weak. At most, you should be wary of some lonely ghosts. When encountering a more powerful beast, it is like a paper-filled one… Perhaps, the greatest function of this land god is to warn during night attacks?’

Fang Yuan's eyes penetrated the land god's thin territory, and he immediately saw a small land formed in the Land Temple.

One of the old men with white beards was sucking incense, and then circulating their gods to provide protection and blessings. Everything came naturally without the slightest hardship of a cultivator.

‘This small Dharma Realm can only be entered by ghosts, which is a way to take advantage of the situation…’

There is no doubt that this land god is essentially just a ghost, and is a thousand miles away from the Xi State City God who is just like ordinary people.

Although, in the essence of priesthood, they are not much different, they are all gods who protect one side.

The City God of Xi State was also an ant for Fang Yuan at this time, and he died after he was breathing.

The reason why he came to watch the operation of this land clergy was naturally not that he had nothing to do when he was full and was extremely bored, but that he was to observe the way of the gods' operations in order to disguise himself.

‘I have the position of Mingyujun. Even if I don’t use it, I can simulate a trace of breath, which is enough to disguise myself as a god. But if I want to really get involved, I may really have to refine a position…’

Fang Yuan is also addicted to pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Before, pretending to be a real person of the soul brought him rich benefits and rewards.

This time I was going to play a big game and mix into the Shinto, so of course I was for the blue and purple star in the sky.

"After all,... the God position is so good that you can reach the sky in one step... If you change to the immortal path, how many days does a practitioner need to suck the energy to become a celestial immortal? How many disasters can he survive? There are traces to be found step by step, that would be very troublesome."

Although there are many constraints on the gods, the key is that they can be quickly achieved. The immortals are unwilling to give up and have a hand in it. Therefore, they can be called a mixture of fish and dragons. Even the heavenly court is difficult to clean up the Mao God one by one.

And the immortal path must have a heritage!

A fairy popped up silently from the corner? Anyone would think there was something wrong!

What's more, Fang Yuan does not have the skills above the Earth Immortal!

If you learn from other magical secrets and improve your Yuanling Qi-raising technique, there will inevitably be traces left in it.

The celestial immortals are naturally not afraid, but in this world, there are golden immortals who are almost the same as their own person!

"Even... there is still a realm above the Golden Immortal!"

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Fang Yuan's eyes.

Such an existence is at the same level as him, and he will definitely be able to see what he deduces in his martial arts, so he will not take it.

On the contrary, the Shinto, everything depends on the thought of collecting incense, or the fusion with the power of heaven and earth. Even if it is a struggle, it is just an application of divine power. He still has some confidence to fool him.

‘If it were to be more common, immortals were Western wizards, who made their living by studying and research, and had a heritage line, while gods were sorcerers. They were very casual when they were looking at the sky.’

Fang Yuan thought silently, observed the operation of the gods from the most basic perspective, and turned around and left.

Even if he wanted to plan to be a god, he would definitely not look down on this land.

In the small mountain village, there is smoke.

The land god in the small temple is still working hard, not knowing how he has passed by an existence.

...

"The formation of gods comes in many forms!"

"The first is the first type, which is widely believed and sacrificed, and naturally gathers the beliefs of sentient beings to become gods."

"The second type is a natural god formed by the gathering of mountains, rivers, plants, and spirituality!"

"In addition, the Immortal Sect and the Heavenly Court can also be enthroned in the throne, but... the Fuzhao of the Immortal Sect has a bit of a bad reputation and can only be enthroned in the low-level gods."

"The last type is the fallen immortal cultivator or mountain monster who turns to practice, using the name of gods, collecting faith, etc. This is the evil sacrifice and lewd sacrifice. All orthodox people encounter it, because virtue does not match the position, but if there is an opportunity, it can also be turned into a regular state. This is where the vitality of the sky remains."

Fang Yuan thought that what he was going to take was the fourth path.

Although he had already suppressed a divine imperial edict, which was the divine position of Ming Yujun and the heavenly lord, if he was granted a god by this, he would be seeking death!

The previous incident of Luo Shen Valley was immediately involved, and then a lot of investigations were investigated, and from the body to the soul, they could not escape, and in the end they would probably have their true feelings.

"This road is not open, so you can only detour, accumulate merit, spread fame, and obtain the Tianfeng!"

The so-called Tianfeng is the gods in the mortal world who accumulate a lot of merit, or have a high reputation, or are strong in strength. If they have feelings for the heavenly court, they will be granted titles and promoted to the gods.

In Fang Yuan's view, it was just another form of court recruitment.

"There are many dragons and snakes in the grass! Among the hair gods that are not paid attention to in the heavenly court, there are already mixed origins. The gods of fallenness, the cultivation of immortals, and even mountain monsters. No matter what kind of powerful people are, it is difficult to calculate clearly. This is where I conceal my identity."

Fang Yuan immediately decided to enter the divine way and be a god in his flesh.

Of course, the so-called god position is nothing more than a disguise. A layer of things that cannot even be considered skin is just clothes at most.

His real foundation is his own dream master's cultivation and the body of source power!

Fang Yuan glanced at his attribute bar:

“Name: Fang Yuan

Refined:???

gas:???

god:???

Occupation: Dream Master

Cultivation:???(Unnamed)

Skill: Pangu's Eagle Body [Ancestral Witch Bloodline Strengthening (First Level)], Creation Sword Formation [Nine Swords (100%)]

Specialties: Implantation [Level 6] (Maximum), Fire Eyes [Level 3], Body of Source Power

Status: Source power is recovering (80%)”

"Have you recovered from my peak at 80%?"

Fang Yuan clenched his fists. At this time, even if he had bare hands and fists, he was sure to kill several immortals.

Of course, the dream master's cultivation is the same as the source power, and it is all things with profound imprints in the inner demon world. It is better not to use it if it can be used.

Even the five-layer Yuan Ling Qi-raising Technique on his body was not ready to be exposed.

The Fang Yuan, who took away the inheritance of Ming Yujun of Luoshen Valley, can also be regarded as an identity, which is enough to give him more advantages in the later game.

"At this time, I'd better disguise myself as a thousand-faced person, peel off one layer of identity, and another layer of secrets that will never be able to touch the core!"

Fang Yuan bounced his nails.

This time he was trying to seize the throne of gods, and the key information was given by Ming Yujun.

This tycoon of Heaven has rich experience and many experiences throughout his life, and he has also remembered many opportunities.

Some of these opportunities have not arrived, and some are too dangerous, and even Ming Yujun dare not explore them.

And it is related to Shinto and happened to be born recently, Fang Yuan finally found one.

...

Eight hundred miles of Canglang River.

This is a vast river flowing through several major countries such as Qi, Zhu, and Feng.

Each of these countries is several times larger than that of Xi. With the assistance of immortals, he is powerful all over the world.

And in the upper reaches of the Canglang River, there is a section that is extremely steep, like a waterfall, with rapid flow and flying downwards, forming the appearance of a gantry gate.

Every year, a large number of fish with migratory characteristics will come here, rushing to cross the gantry and lay eggs to the appropriate areas upstream to reproduce.

At this time, the fish have the best taste and the nutrients stored in the body are also the most abundant, especially those who have passed the gantry and can even become spiritual materials!
To be continued...