This is Fengshen, what's the use of hard work

Chapter 12 Incense and Fire Shinto, the Sutra of No Life in the Future!

Feng Jiu looked at Hong Yi with doubts in her eyes.

She didn't understand why Zishou was so polite to a prisoner, like a friend who talked about everything.

"Incense God?"

Hong Yi saw Feng Jiu's real body at a glance, and felt the familiar power from her.

"The power of incense is very strong, so strong that it makes my heart beat."

"Unfortunately, your way of using incense is too shallow."

"The power of such a strong incense can only let you cultivate to the realm of human immortality, it is a waste of everything!"

"If you give me the incense you were enshrined in, I can make a wood carving a Yang god!"

Feng Jiu sneered, never expecting that this prisoner would dare to mock her practice.

"Incense practice, besides absorbing the power of incense, what else can you do?"

Hong Yi didn't care about Feng Jiu's attitude, he shook his head, a divine light shot out from his eyes, and Feng Jiu's body trembled suddenly.

Zishou stood aside and watched Hong Yi preaching with interest.

As the ruler of the Prison, he naturally knew that Hong Yi had no malicious intentions.

Feng Jiu and Hong Yi met each other's eyes, and instantly accepted Hong Yi's understanding of the practice of Xianghuo Shendao.

Her eyes changed drastically, and the shock in her heart couldn't be added.

"impossible!"

"impossible!"

Feng Jiu repeatedly said something impossible.

Among the information she received, Xianghuo was almost omnipotent!

Incense can condense incarnations outside the body, refine the Nine Dharma Bodies, and even the Immortal Primordial Spirit.

Incense can completely control the mind and body of believers, not only mortals, but practitioners can also completely control it!
In the incense, terrifying demon gods can be born. Different thoughts, good thoughts, evil thoughts, unyielding beliefs and other fanatical thoughts come together to give birth to different demon gods!

"The way of incense is the way of incense cultivation passed down by the Great Heavenly Venerable when he canonized us."

"Only the gods who can be consecrated as heavenly messengers are eligible to build temples and enjoy the power of incense offered by believers."

Now, Hong Yi told her that absorbing incense and turning it into mana is only the most superficial method of incense cultivation.

"I haven't been to your world, so I don't know the laws of heaven and earth in your place."

"However, there is no difference between the way of incense and ordinary cultivation. They can create different exercises and techniques."

"For example, the way of incense that I practice is called "Future Inexistence Sutra". It is a technique of gathering the power of incense and wishing to become a god. If you practice to the peak, you can transcend the other side."

Hong Yi casually touched Feng Jiu's eyebrows, and another ray of light entered Feng Jiu's eyebrows.

Suddenly, a flickering flame rose in Feng Jiu's eyes, her whole body seemed to be in great pain, sometimes laughing, sometimes sad, sometimes flattering...

After a long time, Feng Jiu opened her eyes, and her eyes were full of terror.

However, it turned into a surprise in an instant!
"I didn't expect that the power of incense could be used like this."

"Accepting someone else's incense and vow power means accepting his life's experience and absorbing his life's experience! This kind of practice is no less than the reincarnation of Bing Jie!"

"The power of incense that I have absorbed for thousands of years is only forcibly turned into mana by me, and I have not fully utilized it."

Feng Jiu turned around and bowed solemnly to Hong Yi.

"Feng Jiu thanks for the grace of teaching the Dharma."

Hong Yi waved his hand and said, "You don't need to thank me, I just bribed the cell boss."

Zishou: ...

Seeing that Zishou waved his hand and got the answer, Feng Jiu sat cross-legged and began to practice the "Future Lifeless Sutra".

Zishou saw that her body was full of incense, but he didn't expect that there would be additional gains.

"Brother Hong, why don't you give me some pointers?"

Hong Yi shook his head and said with a smile:
"Master Prison is joking, the laws and regulations of heaven and earth are different in each world, and the exercises I practice are not suitable for you."

"She can practice my "Future Lifeless Sutra" because she is in this ancient imperial prison."

"This prison can accommodate the cultivation rules of the heavens and the world. And there is a lot of incense power stored in her body."

Zi Shou sighed regretfully, as expected, he couldn't be stuck with a bug, and could only practice the exercises rewarded by the prison honestly.

Zishou asked curiously:

"After the power of incense in Feng Jiu's body is completely refined, what realm can it reach?"

Hong Yi's eyes are full of expectation:
"Success Yang God."

pat!

Zi Shou's chin almost hit his feet, he blinked in disbelief.

"Brother Hong, are you kidding me?"

Hong Yi unhappily opened the Wordless Heavenly Book, his eyes remained calm.

"You have picked up the treasure this time. The power of incense in her body is almost close to those ancient sages and masters in the middle ages in my world."

Zishou:? ? ?
I just killed a river god and picked up the treasure?
Hong Yi noticed the change in Zishou's expression, his eyes became lazier, and he asked seriously:

"Such gods, are there many in your world?"

Zishou nodded, stretched out his hand for a gesture, and stretched out his arms again when he felt that it was not enough.

"Probably, a thousand?"

"No, there should be none now. The army that was isolated some time ago killed a third of them."

Hong Yi: ...

"A thousand gods comparable to ancient sages??"

Hong Yi was shocked for the first time.

How can this be?

Every sage has knowledge spread to the entire continent and is enshrined by at least [-] million believers, so that he can have such a powerful incense power.

One does not believe in two gods.

After Hong Yi explained the incense to Zishou, he asked:

"Could it be that there are hundreds of billions of people in the world you live in?"

Zishou shook his head.

The Great Desolate Continent was once boundless.

After the innate human race was born, under the leadership of the third ancestor of the human race, the number of human races increased to hundreds of billions in a period of time.

but……

The Lich War smashed the wilderness to pieces, and the human race became the worst race in this war.

The monster clan slaughtered tens of billions of innate human races, and took the golden core to forge the witch-slaying sword.

The witch race can no longer eat the monster race, so they use the human race as their rations and call the human race two-legged sheep.

In the Lich War, the Twelve Ancestral Witches summoned Pan Gu's true body to fight the prehistoric world, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the end of the world came.

The human race has no saints to protect them, and no treasures to suppress luck. In the apocalypse, almost all of them were killed and injured, and they almost disappeared from the Great Desolate Continent, leaving less than one in a billion.

Moreover, most of the rest were innate human races without talent. They did not have a golden core cultivation base, and they were not hunted, but survived.

These human races have gradually evolved into acquired human races with extremely low cultivation talents. They no longer have the golden elixir path passed down by Lao Tzu, and there is no one in a million who can practice.

In the countless years since the Lich War, the human race with no protection and immortal roots has always been on the verge of genocide.

It wasn't until the Three Emperors and Five Emperors ruled the world that the luck of the human race rose so much that they walked out of the wilderness and slowly developed.

Thousands of years ago, the battle between Xuanyuan and Chiyou caused the death of [-]% to [-]% of the Houtian human race. Even after the two generations of Xia and Shang generations, it was still less than the number of hundreds of billions back then.

Zishou sighed and said:

"The current human race is far from the grand occasion of the past."

"At the beginning of the Lich War, the Great Desolation was broken. I don't know if there is a vast world, and I don't know how many human races exist, but there are only tens of millions of people in my Dashang territory."

"What a magnificent world!"

"Honghuang!"

"Honghuang!"

"I'm getting more and more interested in the prehistoric world!"

After listening to Zishou's simple explanation, Hong Yi's eyes became even brighter.

"There are tens of millions of people in the territory of Dashang, and they can enshrine a thousand gods at the level of ancient sages."

"It seems that the way of incense in the prehistoric world is much stronger than the world I am in."

"One person is worth ten thousand people!"

"The prehistoric world is far more than that."

Zishou had a simple judgment about the prehistoric world in his heart, and spoke.

It seems.

The prehistoric world is not only tens of thousands of times stronger than the Yangshen world, but the power of incense is also tens of thousands of times stronger.

This means that only one ten-thousandth of the power in Yangshen's world can be used to cultivate Yangshen!

(End of this chapter)