Global Gods: My Believer is Galen

To know.

The gods complete their self-cultivation through the common practice of the believers, which is why the gods recognize that the believers are the source of the gods' power and the most important cornerstone.

It's just that there has never been someone like Lin Fan who can't comprehend things by himself, and actually used them directly for believers to comprehend them.

After all, for most gods, since believers are cultivated by themselves, the upper limit of believers is far less than the gods themselves.

Only Lin Fan's situation was a little strange.

Lin Fan's followers are all powerful lol heroes.

In their respective fields, they possess talents that surpass Lin Fan's.

Now facing the sword marks that contain the peerless swordsmanship, what are you waiting for if you don't bring out the Promise Sword Saint?

"Come out, Promise Sword Saint."

Lin Fan closed his eyes slightly.

The next moment, divine power swept through, and the divine realm shook. Six hundred and thirty-two Wuji Sword Saints had already appeared behind Lin Fan.

Holding a sharp sword and wearing light armor, there is a mysterious aura in his gestures.

That is the Wuji swordsmanship that they comprehend!

"Great Hephaestus, who are you going to beat this time?"

"Fight for Hephaestus!"

"Wuji Kendo, at your service."

The Wuji Sword Saints held swords in one hand, and the other hand stood respectfully in front of their chests, bowing fervently and respectfully towards Lin Fan.

Lin Fan: "..."

"I didn't let you guys fight, why do you always think about fighting and killing every time you come out?" Lin Fan frowned helplessly, and then pointed to the sword mark in front of him: "In this sword mark..."

Before Lin Fan finished speaking.

Seeing this sword mark through the goggles, the pupils of Wuji Juggernaut suddenly shrank, unable to keep calm any longer, and surrounded him again and again.

In their eyes, the seemingly ordinary sword mark exudes a monstrous sword energy, as if a white robe is holding a long sword, looking at them plainly through the sword mark.

"What a terrifying sword mark!"

"The kendo contained in this is no less than Wuji kendo!",

"Master's handwriting!"

"Lord God, can you enlighten us?"

The Promise Sword Saints looked at Lin Fan with indescribable expectations in their eyes.

After all, they are kendo masters who were born for the sword. Their mind and body and kendo have long been integrated into one. Now, seeing the peerless kendo contained in the sword marks, they are instantly itchy.

Seeing the excited appearance of the Wuji Juggernauts, Lin Fan was also excited.

really!

You guessed it right!

Although I can't comprehend it myself, these Master Yi can!

"Come on, this was originally intended for you to comprehend, hurry up and comprehend!" Lin Fan hurriedly urged.

Master Yi was instantly grateful.

"Thanks to the great Lord God!"

"Oh my God, Hephaestus cared so much about us, he didn't forget to call us out when he encountered such a good thing."

"We will continue to explore on Kendo!"

After finishing speaking, Master Yi gathered around the sword mark and closed their eyes with their knees crossed.

"let us start."

"Look well, study hard!"

"Focus on the heart."

"Will and body."

"Shh, I'm meditating."

Wisps of sword energy diffused from their bodies and wrapped around their bodies. Their thoughts had already surpassed the shackles of their fleshly bodies, and they were somehow connected with that sword mark.

w skill, [Meditation].

In lol's setting, this is a damage reduction skill, and it can also restore blood.

But the most original use of this skill is to make Master Yi quickly enter a state of meditation, which is also a skill that Master Yi invented when he was studying Wuji Kendo.

Lin Fan also discovered that some heroes' skills can always exert their abilities beyond the set, just like Lin Fan used the Soul Lock Warden's Q skill [Death Judgment] to hook the birds in the sky during the prison robbery. , to move like Spider-Man.

after all.

Reality is not a game, and for Lin Fan, these lol heroes are not characters in the game, but living believers.

Lin Fan also learned to meditate with his knees closed and his eyes closed like Master Yi.

next moment.

Lin Fan's thoughts escaped the shackles of his body, and he was somehow connected with the sword mark. Beneath the ordinary sword marks, a majestic sword intent roared!

A figure in a white robe appeared in Lin Fan's mind.

But it was not Bai Zhaoyun who left the sword marks, but a handsome man, holding a sword in one hand and a wine gourd in the other.

The middle-aged man glanced at Lin Fan, didn't say much, took a sip of the fine wine, and laughed out loud!

"Place yourself in a white blade, and kill people in the world!"

A sword!

"You don't see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and not returning!"

A sword!

"Shu Road is difficult, and it is difficult to ascend to the sky!"

Another sword!

The man's figure is getting faster and faster, like a piece of white clothing, but he never forgets to take a sip of wine.

Every time the sword is pierced, a poem is sung aloud.

Ancient sayings.

Every sword will be decidedly different because of that poem.

There is a light sword with a white blade, a majestic sword like the rushing Yellow River, and a majestic sword of Shu Dao.

There is also a straight down three thousand feet, the Milky Way falling for nine days, the sword light is like washing.

Poetry and wine, sword and meaning, seem to have reached a certain balance.

Like a sword, like a dance, like a song.

"This..." Lin Fan also understood at this time that the person in front of him was probably the Sword Immortal of Poetry and Wine, Li Taibai!

This is the inheritance of Shijiu Jianxian!

Although it was a little strange, why did he see Shijiu Jianxian in the sword marks of the senior brother, but at this time, Lin Fan didn't have the heart to think about these things at all.

After a moment.

The figure stopped dancing the sword, took a sip of fine wine, and looked at Lin Fan.

Those eyes are deep, not like an illusory figure at all, as if they have life.

"I thought my inheritance was delayed by that kid."

"Unexpectedly, someone used him as a medium to find me."

The figure looked at Lin Fan and said slowly, "I feel a familiar aura in you... If you guessed correctly, you and I should come from the same world..."

"Little boy Lin Fan, I have met Qinglian layman, Li Bai Shixian!" Lin Fan bowed respectfully.

"Oh? Do you know my name in the lower realm?" The figure nodded slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Sure enough, you are also an Oriental Martial God...albeit very weak."

"Hahaha, good, good, this way it can be considered complete."

"Just now, it was Li's song-walking trip. You should have kept it in your heart, right?"

Lin Fan shook his head strangely: "I don't understand, but it's really pretty..."

"I don't understand? How beautiful?" Li Taibai's spiritual sense was stunned for a moment, then he looked at Lin Fan in disbelief, "I've been using it for so long, but you don't understand it at all? You don't have any kendo skills. Talent?"

Lin Fan nodded with a complicated expression. Seeing the complicated expression on the Shijiu Jianxian's face, he quickly said, "But my followers should understand."

"I can only hope so, now I'm just a remnant of the soul, and I don't have the strength to find a second successor, so I can only bet on you." Li Bai, the famous poet of the Tang Dynasty, who has lived through the ages Jiujianxian nodded and looked at Lin Fan with a serious look: "Since it is inherited by me, then you have to help me do one thing."

"Destroy the Eastern Divine Kingdom!"

"To rectify my name in this God Realm for my Eastern Martial God! How can I be unheard of in the God Realm as I am so splendid and splendid in the Tang Dynasty?"

Lin Fan bowed respectfully, "That's what the kid thought."

"Okay." Li Bai, the sword immortal of poetry and wine, nodded, and suddenly asked in a serious manner: "By the way, since you have heard of me, you must become a **** after me... Let me ask you, how will I be in the future? How's it going?"

Okay.

Here to find out what happens to me after my death... This is a bit of a supernatural painting style.

"Let's put it this way," Lin Fan thought for a while and said, "There was a saying in my time."

"If I could do it all over again, I would choose Li Bai."

"Choose me? Why choose me?" Sword Immortal Shijiu was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled.

"Ah, it means that if you can choose, I will be you in the next life... After all, your poems are legendary and have become a must-have subject in textbooks... But many students have opinions on you, and you have nothing to do to write so many poems. Well? It's still so well written that it requires me to recite the whole text, and the teacher sometimes asks students to try to figure out what your mood was at the time."

Shijiu Jianxian looked complicated: "I just wrote it casually at the time, is it my fault?"

Still thinking about the mood...

I just said it casually, I didn't even think about what I wrote out of what mood...

"Furthermore, the later generations regard you as a game character because they admire you so much, and you are quite good in that game. Many people are rushing to choose you to fight with others..." Lin Fan continued.

Li Bai never imagined that his painting style would turn out to be like this after his death, and immediately put his hand on his forehead: "No wonder, after coming to the realm of the gods, there is a steady stream of belief values ​​passed on to me from the lower realm..."

Take a deep breath.

"Okay, don't gossip, I don't have much time." The Shijiu Jianxian became serious again: "I'll give you one last thing."

next moment.

Three flames suddenly appeared in front of Lin Fan.

God fire!

A divine fire was shaped like a sword, blazing brightly, and the silver light flickered, exuding majestic sword energy.

Sword God's Fire!

One is intangible and invisible, constantly transforming into a long river and sunset, mountains and rivers thousands of miles, snowy moon and wind and flowers, fighting on the battlefield, warriors taking off their boots, and noble concubines holding inkstones.

Poetry Fire!

The last one exudes the aroma of pure wine, which is intoxicating in the transpiration.

Dionysian fire!

"I am Li Taibai, who is both excellent in poetry and wine, unparalleled in swordsmanship, and romantic in Tang Dynasty."

"From today, the remnant soul will be divided into three parts and given to the heirs!"

"I only hope that in the same vein of the Eastern Martial Gods, the Dapeng will rise with the same wind in one day and soar up to 90,000 miles!"

Li Bai laughed ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and sang loudly.

At the same time, his figure began to gradually dissipate.

Lin Fan was shocked: "You..."

"Don't worry, I'm already dead. Boy, you don't need to feel guilty." Li Taibai's voice seemed a little weak, "The divine fire is the result of my remnant soul, and only when these three divine fires coexist, can I perform Takahashi."

"It's just a pity..."

"Those old guys, I don't know where they are now. Have they found a suitable successor... Hehe, if the arrogant red-faced Martial God knows that the old man has found a boy who is also the Eastern Martial God as his successor, he will definitely be convinced. oral……"

There was just one thing he didn't say.

These three kinds of divine fire were transformed by his remnant soul.

Then as long as the divine fire is not extinguished, his remnant soul will never dissipate.

He won't die, he will just fall into a deep sleep.

If one day.

If this kid can become a high-level **** of the fifteenth rank, then the Sword Immortal Poetry and Wine will have a chance to be resurrected again!

It's a gamble, a gamble that's very unlikely.

Just bet on this kid.

It could be said that his life was now on Lin Fan's body.

Li Taibai couldn't help but took another sip of wine, the hot fragrance filled his heart, and said with a low smile, "Why not gamble once?"

Lin Fan didn't hear Li Taibai's muttering to himself. He just looked at the rapidly dissipating Poetry Wine Sword Immortal, silent for two seconds, and slowly bowed his body: "Kid Lin Fan, send off Mr.

It seems that someone is reciting poetry.

"The green hills traverse the northern guo, and the white water circles the east city.

Say goodbye in here, then fight in the lonely and long way.

Floating clouds and wandering children's meaning, sunset old friendship.

I waved my hand to go, Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming. "

In the sound of poetry, the white clothes gradually dissipated.

The legendary poet and wine sword immortal, temporarily returned to the Tang Dynasty that belonged to him.