Chapter 609 Gathering of Ancient Gods

  The music box was placed on Tianyuan by Chen Lun.

   After half a day, its lid opened by itself, and then the strange melody of ding dong sounded.

  The cat **** who was dozing under the sacred tree was awakened, and his eyes flashed with impatience.

   Fortunately, Chen Lun discovered it in time, otherwise, with Maggie's temper, she might tear it down.

  Chen Lun picked up the music box, and when he turned around, he saw Maggie's warning eyes, as if to say, don't set the alarm clock for my old lady next time.

"Feel sorry."

  Chen Lun responded with an apologetic smile and took off his hat.

   After Maggie closed her eyes again, he turned and left.

  Walking on the endless Tianyuan, Chen Lun was holding a music box, and the little man in red tie inside saluted him, raised his head and said with a hearty smile:

   "Your Majesty the King of Cangyi, I have recommended it for you. The Secret Church of the World is holding a meeting. If you have time, you might as well go there."

   "Well, that's fine."

  Chen Lun pondered for a while before agreeing to the proposal.

"The assembly location of the members of the Earthly Esoteric Church is uncertain, but most of the time it will be arranged in the depths of the spirit world... The organizer of this assembly is 'Mr. Admission certificate."

   Knight reminded.

"Thanks."

   Chen Lun thanked softly.

  The ding-dong sound of the music box stopped abruptly, and the little man with the red tie kept saluting.

   Pata.

  The lid was gently closed by Chen Lun.

  The music box in the hand faintly transmits an invisible message, which seems to point to a certain coordinate in the spirit world.

  As the lord of the spirit world and fairyland, Chen Lun instantly understood the exact location he was pointing at, and suddenly disappeared in the same place with a whoosh.

   Showing his figure again, he has already appeared on the second layer of the spirit world.

  In front of him was a hazy dark blue vision, the churning mist seemed to be dancing, and there was silence all around.

  Chen Lun lifted the music box to the air in front of him.

  The next second, the mist twisted, and a square door frame about ten meters high suddenly appeared, with an eyeball-shaped decoration hanging directly above the door frame.

  Chen Lun frowned slightly, and smelled a strange fragrance in his nose.

  This fragrance is like a floral fragrance mixed with musk, with a hint of fishy smell.

  【You are affected by the mysterious power, and you will fall into a state of "bow your head and smile"...】

  【Will determination...】

  【Your willpower is 132 points, the judgment failed! 】

  【The mysterious weight is being judged...】

  【Your mysterious weight wins, the judgment is successful! 】

  【Mysterious resistance blessing counts...】

  【You are exempted from this mysterious influence! 】

  Chen Lun's eyes were slightly cold.

  Before I entered the door, I was counted once.

   Even with 132 points of willpower, I can't pass the influence of the judgment. This method must be the power of the angel level.

  If it weren't for its own terrifying mysterious weight and resistance, it would probably stumble here.

  ‘Old Gods…’

  Chen Lun secretly said, and walked into the gate.

  Wow!

   The fog billowed, the gate suddenly disappeared, and everything returned to calm.

  When Chen Lun passed through a hazy dark blue field of vision, what he saw was a dim area.

  The beating of the waves can be faintly heard in the ear, and the salty sea breeze is blowing in the face. The surrounding area is a dim yellow sky, just like the time before nightfall.

   Directly in front, there is a huge round table on the clean beach.

  Sitting at the table were eight figures of different sizes.

  With the arrival of Chen Lun, these figures stopped communicating and turned their heads to look. Even in the dim light, Chen Lun could clearly feel their interested eyes.

   "Welcome to this party, Your Majesty the King of Pale Clothes."

  The person who spoke was a huge figure sitting on the main seat.

  He is four or five meters tall, and his hairless bluish-black head seems to be connected to his broad shoulders. His neck cannot be seen. Under the dim light, his dark blue skin glows on the surface of his knotty explosive muscles.

   "I am the host of this party, Your Majesty can call me 'Mr. Island', 'Messenger' Nat Sofitel has told us about your situation, I warmly welcome you..."

  The burly Mr. Gudao raised his big hand and pointed to an empty space on his right.

   "Please sit down."

  Chen Lun took off his hat and gestured to everyone.

   Immediately, he strode to the table and sat down calmly.

   The distance was getting closer, Chen Lun did not lift his eyelids, but observed all the members through [Five Senses].

  He was secretly surprised that the members of the secret sect present were without exception, all of whom were angels or above. If they hadn't been in charge and never returned home, they might not be able to see through them at all.

  Chen Lun also found an "old acquaintance" among them.

  On the third seat from the left, a man with a bird's head and a human body was sitting, with dark green feathers and a pair of dark eyes.

   'Emerald Bird...'

  Chen Lun secretly thought.

  At this time, on the second seat to the left of Mr. Gudao, a tall man wearing a white cap and a white cloak spoke:

   "I have also paid attention to the great battle that took place in the spiritual world a few days ago. His Majesty the King in Cangyi was unscathed in the face of the empire's siege, and he even killed the pursuers to pieces. It is really admirable."

  Through the prompt on the panel, Chen Lun learned that this person was named "Snow Gentleman".

  He faintly felt a chill from this man, even hearing his voice, he would feel a chilly discomfort.

  At this time, the man in the flower hat on the other seat echoed:

   "Admirable indeed."

   Beside him, a skinny figure covered in black leather spoke with a sonorous voice like metal:

"Another poor person who is not recognized and rejected by the world. I sympathize with you, but this is not a sanctuary for poor people. If you don't get the consent of the majority of members, you are not qualified to continue sitting here .”

  Chen Lun raised his eyes, and faintly glimpsed more than multiple deep eyeballs from the hollow of the black leather.

  The name of this person is "Chief Commander".

   "So what is the criteria for the consideration of 'Esoteric Buddhism'?"

  Chen Lun leaned on the chair and spoke calmly.

  All the ancient gods laughed one after another, and the atmosphere was extremely weird for a while.

   "There are no specific standards, but there are two important reference conditions by default."

  A short figure made a sharp voice. He was wearing an exaggerated pointed hat that even covered his upper body.

  Chen Lun looked at him, and the panel reminded him that his name was "Hatboy".

   "Either it is like us, an existence that has survived since ancient times, or... has the strength to talk to us on an equal footing."

  After the hat boy finished speaking, the man in the flower hat echoed again:

   "An ancient existence with equal strength."

  Chen Lun glanced at him, this person is called "Earl of Learning Tongue".

  He couldn't help but comment in his heart, he lives up to his name.

   "I think His Majesty the King of Cangyi has the qualifications and strength to join. Personally, I agree with it."

  Mr. Snow laughed.

   Immediately, He changed the subject, mocking with a smile:

   "After all, the so-called detection method of 'Ms. Laughing' not only did not play any role, but set herself on fire. With such a powerful position under the crown of the King of Cang Yi, why are you still unconvinced?"

   Everyone's laughter grew louder.

  Sharp, forceful, sonorous, and indistinct sounds are intertwined.

   The déjà vu feeling of entering a monster party became even stronger.

  Chen Lun lowered his eyes.

  He got a lot of information from Gentleman Snow's words.

   It seems that when he entered the gate just now, the hanging eyeball ornament and the strange scent he smelled all came from the means of "smiling lady" in his mouth.

   To put it nicely, it's called "testing", but it's actually a warning.

  Unfortunately, Chen Lun's weight and resistance are too high, so that Ms. Xiao can't steal chickens and lose money. Instead, she is backlashed by the mythical creature characteristic "Day of the Beginning", and is burned by the fire of mythology...

   "I'm really convinced."

  A beautiful female voice came.

  Chen Lun turned his head to look, and saw a woman with an enchanting figure, but her face was covered in a layer of colorful tulle, walking along the beach.

  He is wearing a top hat, and there is a lazy chameleon lying on the brim of the hat.

   "His Majesty the King of Cang Yi is indeed a figure that Cuisul Empire can't deal with. My little trick is really shameful..."

  Ms. Xiao opened the seat that belonged to him and sat down slowly.

   Immediately turned his head, looking at Chen Lun through the tulle with a faint gaze.

   "Please don't be angry, this is just the customary welcome ceremony of the 'Esoteric Cult'."

  Chen Lun didn't speak, but responded with a smile.

  'Being backlashed by the fire of mythology, so you are temporarily absent to deal with your injuries... Heh, as expected of an ancient god, it seems that he only suffered a minor injury. '

  He secretly thought.

  Mr. Gudao on the main seat said:

   "Okay everyone, since everyone is almost here, you might as well vote to decide whether you are willing to accept new members..."

   As he spoke, he slowly raised his big hand.

   "Let me express my opinion first, I agree with the joining of His Majesty the King of Pale Clothes."

   "There is nothing to disagree with. The 'Secret Cult' has not had a new member for thousands of years. I am relieved by this."

  Mr. Snow raised his hand for the second time, his tone exaggerated.

   "I'm relieved about that."

  The Earl of Learning Tongue raised his hand for the third time.

  Ms. Xiao was silent for a few seconds, then raised her hands:

   "Although His Majesty the King in Cangyi does not exist forever, it is rare to have such a high position. I agree with his joining."

   So far, four people have passed.

  Adding the vote of the "messenger" Naite Sofitel as the recommender, the situation is already clear. The ten members of the Earthly Esoteric Cult make up half of the majority.

   One vote short.

   But other members were indifferent.

"I disagree."

  At this time, the commander shrouded in black leather spoke lightly.

   Everyone turned their eyes and looked over.

"Great power does not mean strong strength. Although the King of Cang Yi resisted the siege of the empire, the group of guys are no more than demigods. Although there are many people, they are all ants... Anyone here can reproduce their deeds , which is not convincing."

  The captain said in a sonorous and forceful voice.

  Chen Lun noticed that everyone present cast meaningful glances at him.

   "Your Majesty thinks, how to be persuasive?"

  Chen Lun picked up a cup of tea on the table, took a sip, and then said.

  The commander stared at him.

   "It's easy."

  Boom—

   Didn't know when the Commander-in-Chief made the move. A pitch-black stick suddenly appeared in front of Chen Lun. It was so powerful that everything around it was destroyed by the shock wave, and even this space wrinkled.

  Pong! !

   Fortunately, Chen Lun received a warning from his spiritual intuition by virtue of his extremely high position. Under his extreme reaction, he raised his white scepter to block.

  The aftermath of terror radiates in all directions.

  The distant sea even set off huge waves.

  On the beach, except for the commander and Chen Lun, everyone else has disappeared, and even the round table has been turned into dust.

   Shredded the vision of the spiritual world with fluctuations visible to the naked eye, revealing the deep darkness of the third layer.

  嗡—

  The commander stopped suddenly.

  He stood quietly on the spot, covered in black leather, looking like an upright body bag.

"good."

  His sonorous voice came out slowly.

   "I agree with your joining."

  Chen Lun shook his hand, and the white scepter was retracted.

  He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took off his hat and saluted the commander, and then saluted the ancient gods in the distance.

   Next second.

  Other members of the Earthly Cult reappear nearby.

  The tall and thin man named "Yusugi" stretched out a finger, and a round table and ten chairs re-condensed on the beach.

   "Commander...Be warlike...Don't be like this again...I'm busy."

  The individual speaks intermittently and in a slow, eccentric tone.

  The captain glanced at him, but did not speak.

   "Since the commander-in-chief agrees with this vote, it is logical that His Majesty the King of Cangyi will join..."

  Everyone sat down again, Mr. Gudao laughed.

"welcome."

"welcome."

  The Earl of Learning Tongue agreed and clapped his hands.

  Mr. Xue and Ms. Xiao expressed their congratulations, but the commander just remained silent.

  As for Xiang Shan, the hat boy, Halcyon Bird, and the rest of the crooked old man "Scavenger" who never spoke from the beginning to the end, they were all silent.

   After a simple welcome ceremony.

  The ancient gods exchanged some anecdotes. Often, only one of them was talking, and the rest remained silent. The atmosphere was not as lively as imagined.

  Chen Lun listened for a while, but got up to leave.

   "I'm very happy to join the 'Secret Cult of the World', but I still have some personal matters, and I need to leave for the time being... I hope I can have the opportunity to participate in the assembly next time."

  The members didn't want to stay, only Mr. Gudao chuckled and said goodbye politely.

  Chen Lun was holding a white cane, holding on to the brim of his hat, and nodded slightly towards the crowd.

   Then turned around and left the beach.

  Beside the round table, the ancient gods silently watched his back disappear from the huge door.

   After a while, Gentleman Snow finally spoke:

   "How is his strength? Commander?"

  The other members cast their gazes at the skinny figure wrapped in black leather.

  The captain replied lightly:

"Physical quality is balanced, but the whole body is quite weak. Even Ms. Laughing can knock him down with one hand... In the blow just now, I shattered his body twelve times, but I don't know how to restore it to the original state, um, Barely reach angel-level combat strength, but considering his personality, he is indeed qualified to join us."

   "Weakness."

  The Earl of Learning Tongue repeated it.

   It's just that the commander hid a word and didn't say it.

  That is, He himself was actually wounded...

   This kind of injury came very strangely, it seemed that at the moment of the fight, the opponent's injury was transferred over from the original.

  The captain guessed that the reason why the Cangyi King was able to do this was because of his incomparably high position.

  Mr. Gudao smiled and said:

   "The King of Cangyi is of human origin, unlike us, it is understandable that he is a little weak...but he is growing fast, so he is worth wooing."

   "It is precisely because He is of human origin that I disagree."

  On the other side, the jade bird with the head of a bird and the body of a man in a vintage dress opened his mouth.

  His beak opened and closed, uttering contemptuous tones.

   "And really counting, this is just a demigod of fate..."

   "I remember you have suffered at His hands?"

  The thin body of the hat boy squatted on the chair, the huge hat covering the upper body swung, facing the emerald bird.

   "Yes, I can testify that he was so frightened by Oscar Ellendin's name that all his feathers fell off."

  Mr. Snow added a sentence.

   "The feathers fell all over the ground."

  The Earl of Learning Tongue repeated.

  Emerald Bird snorted ferociously, did not refute, got up and turned into a green light, and disappeared.

  The ancient gods laughed again.

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  Chen Lun walked out of the gate and returned to the second level of the spirit world.

  Standing in the mist, dense cracks appeared on his face instantly, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to his original state...

   After standing still for a while, Chen Lun breathed a sigh of relief.

   Looking back at the disappearing gate, his face was solemn.

  'Compared with the strong in the eternal existence, there is still a clear gap...'

   Just now, he had a simple fight with the commander, and it seemed to be evenly divided.

  In fact, the opponent's stick directly smashed his body into pieces!

  I don’t know what kind of authority the Commander has, but the power of that simple blow has been reversed, and even destroyed his body through the shock of the white scepter.

  If he hadn't stored a huge amount of life energy, he would have turned into nothingness on the spot.

  Even so, Chen Lun had to spend nearly 400,000 HP reserves to restore his body... He didn't dare to show his timidity at the time, and still chose to sit at the table and listen for a while.

In just ten minutes, the hidden power of the commander continued to erode and destroy his body. Chen Lun blocked the pain, pretended nothing had happened, and consumed more than 200,000 health reserves. Only then completely offset the power of that stick.

However, he relied on the power of not returning home to bless his position in the spirit world, as well as his original high position characteristics, and used the magic skill "damage transfer" that had already transformed to the mythical level to let the commander eat a part of himself. stick.

   Presumably, the other party is not feeling well.

  ‘Secret sects of the world, these ancient gods are simply unreliable. '

  Chen Lun shook his head, showing disappointment.

  These ancient beings are quite indifferent to him.

  Chen Lun could even feel the slightest malice from them... Even those ancient gods who agreed to join the secret religion and expressed their welcome, actually also harbored malice, but it was not obvious.

  Including the organizer of this rally, Mr. Gudao.

  'It is impossible for them to be a helper at all, and maybe they will stumble at a critical moment...'

  Chen Lun secretly thought.

  He gave up the idea of ​​continuing to contact these ancient gods, took a step, and planned to teleport back directly to the old spirit world.

   But at this moment.

   A figure slowly walked in the mist.

  Chen Lun took a closer look and saw a dark man in a white suit and red tie walking in front of him.

   There was a hearty smile on the other party's face.

   "It seems that His Majesty the King in Pale Cloth is not satisfied with this gathering?"

  Nate Sofitel said softly.

   "Just a little disappointed."

  Chen Lun replied calmly.

  Nate was not surprised, nor annoyed, but he smiled even more.

   "It's a pity, it seems that the 'Secret Cult' can't help you..."

  He changed the subject and raised a hand.

   "However, I admire the demeanor of the King in Pale Cloth, and I would like to offer you another suggestion."

"Um?"

  Chen Lun frowned slightly.

  He always felt that this guy was uneasy and kind.

   "You can try to pray to the 'great being', he is omnipotent and will definitely help you solve all your troubles."

  Chen Lun couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat.

  Just listen to Knight continue to say in a fanatical tone:

   "He is the azure holy flame floating at the end of the world, the supreme dancer, the lord of the great shelter—the fire of salvation!"

  Chen Lun's pupils shrank.

  He knew the God.

   To be precise, he already knew it in his previous life.

  Because the "fire of salvation" is the highest belief and the only belief of the Azure Federation in the real world...

  Federal scientists, top talents from all walks of life, official politicians, chaebol directors, and rich people in the upper class of society are all members of "Zhanlan Shengjiao"!

  In Chen Lun's cognition, the federal people who are eligible to join the Zhanlan Holy Cult are definitely social elites... This religion is quite strange. Not only is it not superstitious, but it also pays attention to science.

   Moreover, the Holy Church is just and honest, members call each other brothers and sisters, and they all strive for a noble goal—

  Go to their Lord, the Holy Blue Flame, the Kingdom of God, the fire of redemption!

  Because of the prophecy, there will be a catastrophe that will destroy the world. Only by going to the Lord's Kingdom of God and entering the great sanctuary can we be spared and continue human civilization.

  That's why Zhanlan Shengjiao spares no effort to develop technology, so that in the future, it can fly to the Lord's side on a space vehicle, and dance with the fire of salvation in the kingdom of God.

  The appearance of the Federation is changing with each passing day, but it is just an appearance.

  ‘But the gods in reality also exist here? ! '

  Chen Lun could not help but take a deep breath.

   I’m going to pack my luggage today, and I’m going to move tomorrow. I have a lot of luggage. Shimaru originally planned to ask for leave, but after thinking about it, I still try not to do it. I’ll update it more or less. After all, I have to be responsible for the beauties who are following me...

   Although it is a single chapter update, they are all big chapters. I hope the beauties will understand. Kuwan has been working hard to tell this story well, from the beginning to the end.

   Thank you very much for the monthly tickets of the beauties, so that Feiwan’s debut work can reach more than 190 in the male frequency list, and I am also very grateful for the reward, thank you very much!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)