Fantasy: It turns out that I have become Immortal

Lin Mubai was speechless for a while.

"Now, you have two choices." The system continued.

"What?" Lin Mubai asked.

"First, do nothing. When this god is fully formed, because it is your blood, it will naturally resonate with you, and you can borrow his divine power."

"Second, special runes are printed. When the gods are formed, as long as they rely on the special runes, anyone can borrow the power of the gods, without the resonance of the gods."

Lin Mubai looked at the drop of blood that was slowly forming: "Doesn't it mean that after the gods are formed, they can all borrow the power of the gods?" Lin Mubai pointed to several people in the source furnace and said.

"Yes, the premise is that there are so many divine powers for you to use." The system returned.

"What kind of runes?" Lin Mubai asked.

A piece of information poured into Lin Mubai's mind. Lin Mubai stretched out his hand to paint continuously in the void, and then a rune appeared, Lin Mubai flicked his finger, and the rune was instantly printed on the drop of blood in the belief spring. , and then permanently imprinted on it.

A few hours later, in the source furnace, the quenching liquid was exhausted, and everyone came out. For a time, the pressure filled the air, the endless runes exuded a dazzling light, the breath was pure, and the power was magnificent.

"Sir, if I'm not mistaken, why is there a drop of blood in there, and it is still emitting nine colors of light?" The sharp-eyed Emperor Haoyang pointed to the drop of blood on Lin Mubai and asked.

When several people heard the words, they all turned their heads and saw that in the Fountain of Faith, a drop of blood was constantly changing in shape, and there was a rune looming among them, and nine-color rays of light shone.

Luo Nan looked at the drop of blood in shock and said, "This is, a newborn god?"

Lin Mubai nodded: "I'm lucky, I created a god, and I added something to it. If nothing else happens, we can all use the power of gods in the future."

A few people looked at each other, did the gods say that they were created? If you are lucky, you created a god? Are you kidding me, or are you kidding yourself?

Xiao Jinlong looked at that drop of ever-changing blood and turned to look at Lin Mubai, "Sir, you should be a god."

The old abbot looked at the drop of blood and folded his hands together, for a while he didn't know what to say.

"Sir, that thing, didn't Miss Luo just say that only the creatures that resonate with the gods can use the power of the gods, we obviously can't." said Su Ruoan, who had just walked out of the source furnace.

"I said you can do it, you can do it." Lin Mubai then drew a picture in mid-air, and then a rune appeared and flew towards the crowd.

Several people took the rune and looked at Lin Mubai with some doubts.

"After refining this rune, you will be able to share the power of the gods with this newly born god. There is only one small problem." Lin Mubai suddenly thought of something.

"Sir, what's the problem?" Di Liuyun asked.

"That's right, this thing has just been born, and the Fountain of Faith is only so small, so the power of the gods is actually very poor." Lin Mubai said embarrassedly.

Now this newly born god, the nine-color light is dim, the power of the god is almost equal to nothing, and it is really impossible to do it.

"Sir, there is something I wanted to say just now." Luo Nan said as soon as he opened his mouth.

"What?" Lin Mubai asked.

"Why don't we, like Buddhism, develop a sect, spread believers, gather the power of faith, and then we will all be able to use the power of the gods, and our strength will be even higher." As soon as Luo Nan finished speaking, several people Each one's eyes became hot.

"Miss Luo's proposal, I agree with four claws." Xiao Jinlong said most enthusiastically: "Anyway, this is the realm of the gods, you can do whatever you want. If you do it, it will be the power of the gods that even the gods covet. A powerful god can slaughter so many powerful gods, the power of this god, tsk tsk tsk."

Emperor Haoyang nodded: "That's right, anyway, this is the realm of the gods, even if it's a mess, so what?"

The old abbot said with a smile: "Miss Luo is very reasonable, why don't you just do it."

"Old monk, you are Buddhism, we are not developing Buddhism, what are you excited about?" Xiao Jinlong said.

"Old Na can be both teachings and don't be too tired." The old abbot returned with a smile.

"In that case, let's do it, develop a sect, collect beliefs, I am very interested in the power of the gods." Lin Mubai nodded and made a final decision.

Half a month later, at the foot of the Buried Bone Mountains, in the Xiaowu Pavilion.

Several people in Lin Mubai were discussing, about the development of the sect, one by one, they were talking nonstop, wishing for a fight. Lin Mubai was overwhelmed.

"What kind of gods sect, your name is too straightforward." Emperor Haoyang said with a righteous face: "In my opinion, it is better to call it Haoyang sect, full of domineering."

"Why don't you call it the Great Day Sect? Isn't it more domineering. Ri, what do you think?" The old abbot said with a smile, holding the pestle in his hand.

"I f*ck, old monk, do you want to fight?" Emperor Haoyang jumped up and asked.

"Don't, don't, I'm going to make this kind of suggestion, it's called the Shenlong Cult, how, isn't it very good." Xiao Jinlong said.

"I think, Liu Yunjiao is also good."

......

Just as the few people were arguing, a huge platform enveloped the entire Buried Bone Mountain Range, and endless coercion overflowed from the platform.

"This is, that guy from the Dafeng Clan? Are you coming back to seek death?" Emperor Haoyang was in a fit of rage at the moment, with nine rounds of blazing sun behind him, exuding endless flames.

"It seems that the old monk needs to save them." The old monk was radiant in the sky, soaring into the sky.

Lin Mubai looked at the huge platform indifferently and said nothing.

A middle-aged man with wings on his back stood at the front of the platform. Behind him, the black army was silent, with awe-inspiring killing intent.

"It's you, holding my Dafeng Clan's treasure, Dafeng Feather Clothes?" The middle-aged Dafeng Prince's Mansion, with a clear family style and a domineering body, stood on the platform and looked coldly at the small courtyard below.

Behind Feng Zhengqing, Feng Tianyang stepped forward and lowered his head and said, "The head of the house is the woman in white, Dafeng Yuyi, and it's on her body."

Feng Zhengqing nodded and pointed a spear in his hand: "You, hand over the Dafeng Yuyi, then kneel down and explain honestly, where did you get this Dafeng Yuyi?"

Lin Mubai didn't speak. The Emperor Haoyang, who was beside him, was full of rage and roared: "F*ck, the old guy is tired of living." As he spoke, endless immortal power surged, and a huge round tripod carried a monstrous pressure. , slammed into the huge platform with a bang.

Boom, the earth shook for a while, the void shattered, the huge platform shook violently, countless cracks appeared, and then spread all the way.

Feng Zhengqing's face changed greatly, looking at the huge round tripod, his heart was shocked, and the spear in his hand couldn't help but squeeze tighter, "This, what kind of treasure is this. It's so powerful."