I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

"Feiguangfeiguang, persuade you to have a glass of wine..."

Vaguely, chanting sounded in my ears.

"I don't know the blue sky is high, the loess is thick..."

"Only when the moon is cold and the day is warm, let's fry life..."

Li Shouyi stood on the high building of Luming Villa, looking up at the sky.

"Li He's "Short Days"!" He thought.

And the rain on the sky above his head gradually changed color under the moonlight.

In the rain, the moon and flowers are intertwined like gold and silver threads.

The strips are like olives, and they hang down tiredly and straight down.

"Emperor flow!" Li Shouyi gave a handful of rain.

The rain is warm, like a treasure.

It is the Emperor Flowing!

not only that!

He also saw that the sky trailed, and the meteor that fell straight to the northwest gradually became illusory.

It keeps falling.

Slowly turned into countless streamers, falling to the northwest!

Li Shouyi knows the origin of Emperor Liuliu.

It is from the Kunlun Mountains!

It is the torn Kunlun Mountain, a blessing to this world.

It is also the gift of the fairy **** who has been dead for countless years.

Streaming light westward, like east wind, blooming flowers and trees at night, blowing down stars like rain.

Li Shouyi knew that just now, the world walked from the edge of destruction and destruction!

He lightly tapped his feet and floated to the distant building.

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Long bulging, echoing in the ears.

The low cappella sang in the air.

"Bear-eating is fat, frog-eating is thin..."

Inside and outside the hall, it is intact.

Everyone in the ballroom was unscathed.

"Where is the god? Taiyi'an is there?"

Countless golden silk threads, like flowing water, flow along the singing.

Just like the water that is going to rush to the sea.

"There is a tree in the east of the sky, with a candle dragon underneath..."

The flowing gold thread sings, as if there is life, winding, curling, coupling...

As a result, in front of everyone, there was an extremely magnificent scene.

The sacred tree is whirling and independent.

The real dragon wandered under the candlelight.

As if in front of you, it was like a mirage, reflecting the ancient times, the scenery under the hibiscus tree in the east of the day and the extreme of the earth.

"I will cut dragon feet and chew dragon meat!"

Suddenly, the singing became louder.

Such as morning bells and evening drums, shocking people.

It is also like a famous saying in the world, Daigo empowers.

Make people wake up to all the mistakes and wrong things that have been done in this life.

One by one came to my heart.

But it is vague and unpredictable!

"This is..." Someone finally woke up: "There is great power waiting to preach and release for me!"

"This is a great opportunity!"

"Don't miss it!"

"Hurry up and hold your breath, let go of your mind!"

When he was speaking, almost everyone was sitting cross-legged.

Even many ordinary people in this Luming Hall felt that there was a faint heat wave in the body, and there seemed to be a warm current surging in the meridians.

No matter how stupid they were, they understood.

They sat cross-legged one after another, or ignorantly or cleverly began to meditate cross-legged, calmly guiding these warm currents and heat waves.

The golden thread is cruising in the hall.

All kinds of magnificent pictures are lifelike.

Chiba Michiko also sat down cross-legged.

Around her body, a few golden threads slowly fell and soaked into the skin.

It's warm, like a spring breeze, blowing in my heart.

Hundreds of limbs, the heat is rolling.

In just a moment, the momentum on Chiba Michiko's body rose up.

In the next second, she has entered the realm of a lieutenant colonel!

Break the border in an instant!

Chiba Michiko was very excited.

The singing in the ears continued.

"Make it impossible to return to the dynasty, not to fall at night..."

"Naturally the old will not die, and the young will not cry..."

"What is serving gold and swallowing white jade?"

In the hall, the sacred tree composed of gold threads had collapsed, and the sacred dragon under the tree was beheaded and divided.

Dragon blood and dragon meat were dismembered piece by piece.

Then, these dragon blood and dragon meat washed everyone like a drizzle.

Under the light of Shenlong's flesh and blood, everyone in the hall is undergoing magical changes.

Mortals are transcendent, and transcendents gradually have a touch of sacred characteristics.

The most obvious is Chiba Michiko.

A little pink mark appeared on the forehead of the Fusang girl.

The foxtail on her body slowly fluffed.

The golden silk threads continued to penetrate into her skin.

In the ear, the chanting sound gradually decreased.

"Who is like Master Ren, riding a blue donkey in the clouds!"

Chiba Michiko suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of beautiful eyes, flowing color continuously, the skin on the body has a faint fragrance like blue musk.

It's just a sniff, I'm afraid I will be shaken!

The tail behind him shook quietly.

Not a foxtail at all!

At this moment, Chiba Michiko finally understood his bloodline.

Take the yellow!

She is a cub of Chenghuang!

Now, finally awakened the blood of countless generations.

This comes from the blood of ancient times!

"Liu Che's mausoleum is too stagnant, Ying Zhengzi's coffin and abalone..."

The singing in the ear finally returned to emptiness.

The golden thread disappeared without a trace.

In the hall, there is no sacred tree, no sacred dragon, and no feast!

But Chiba Michiko, who has heard the singing voice?

"Master Ling!" She said excitedly in her heart: "It's Master Ling!"

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"Liu Che's mausoleum is too stagnant, Ying Zhengzi's coffin and abalone!"

Li Shouyi landed in the parking lot in front of Luming Hall.

The singing and drum beats in the ears gradually returned to nothingness.

The emperor that fell from the sky disappeared because of it.

In the sky, only the downpour was falling.

Li Shouyi raised his head and looked at the sky that had no vision.

he knows……

This time, the Federal Empire owes that person, so great favor!

This imperial flow covers the entire imperial capital!

In the coming year, among the newborns in the Imperial Capital, the number of extraordinary ones will surge!

Moreover, their talents will be very good!

even……

There are a lot of talents.

Even today's imperial capital, I am afraid it will benefit a lot.

After tonight, all the treasures of heaven and earth will appear everywhere in the imperial capital.

Such a great favor, but it is not good to pay it back!

More importantly...

Li Shouyi knew that the Federal Empire would have more things to ask for.

and so……

He stopped at the entrance of the Luming Hall, and did not take a half step forward.

Even if he felt it faintly, it was in the main hall of Luming Hall in front of him.

The will of the gods is coming back!

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Inside the Luming Hall.

Chiba Michiko suddenly looked at the Prince of Poland in the hall.

Her brows wrinkled tightly.

Soon, everyone noticed Ludwig.

Because, at this moment, the prince of Poland has become extremely weird.

He crawled on the ground without saying a word.

The whole body is nestled like a dog.

The limbs touched the ground, and the head was firmly low.

If this is the case, maybe no one cares yet.

But the clothes on his body were torn a bit.

There seemed to be something in the flesh and blood under the skin that was coming out.

The silver moonlight reflected from under that skin.

The whole hall was reflected in white.

As if wrapped in frost.

"Your Highness..." Several Ludwig's entourage hurried forward, wanting to check.

"Sinner!" Ludwig's stubbornly lowered head suddenly let out a cold sigh. He had no emotions, just like a machine, coldly yelling: "Don't desecrate my sacred body!"

His limbs slowly twisted.

Gradually, the limbs on both sides slowly coupled together.

The shiny silver wheels appeared in front of people.

And Ludwig's whole person suddenly deformed at this moment.

It turned out to be a chariot haunting the silver moon.

Hundreds of sacred wings grew out of the battle body, and on the golden wings, a hymn came faintly.

Countless eyes, golden eyes, grew from the front, back, left, and right of the chariot.

"Mortal!" Those countless eyes looked at everyone in the entire hall.

There is no emotion in the golden eyes.

"Kneel!" The chariot roared, and the moonlight under the wheels stirred countless auras.

"Kneel down in front of the holy Ahali!"

"Kneel to the supreme god!"

"Pray!"

"Lambs!"

"In front of you is..."

"The wheel of the eternal lord... the wheel of the moon..."

"The Gatekeeper of Heaven!"

Among the hundreds of golden wings, chants were chanted faintly.

"Our Father in heaven...may everyone honor your name as holy..."

Latin, Polish, French, Francois...

All kinds of languages, praise together.

The awakened archangel, the wheel of the moon, the left eye of the god.

Proudly volley.

Two wheels, rolling, golden wings, chants bursting.

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咚... 咚... 咚...

The cathedral of the Papal State, the bell on the bell tower, suddenly no one rings.

The cardinals who were praying raised their heads and looked at the pope who was preaching.

The patriarch of God in the world.

The old pope picked up the scripture in his hand.

He said devoutly and fanatically: "Praise! Lambs of the Lord!"

"Because of the Lord's messenger, the guardian of the third day, the Lord's left eye and wheel, and the messenger dragging the moon, have come!"

So he drew a cross: "Lord! May your kingdom come...May your will be done on the earth, like walking in the sky..."

"Amen!"

All the priests prayed one after another: "May your kingdom come...May your will be done on earth, as walking in the sky...Amen!"

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Church of the Coot.

Above the holy seat, the sacred Seraphim is suspended in the air.

His vaguely divine appearance is hidden in the milky white light.

Behind him, the gate of heaven seems to be slowly opening.

The blazing light and sacred hymns faintly overflow from it.

All priests are already on the ground.

Start praying.

"I know I am a sinner and need your forgiveness..."

In the voice of prayer, the angel king raised his scepter.

In the scepter, the holy light is flowing like water.

He looked at a gem set on the scepter.

A gem from heaven.

The core of Ahali!

Through it, the King of Angels saw that the silver wheels rose into the sky, and the golden wings opened.

"Ahali...woke up?" He thought.

but……

This does not seem to be planned.

He shouldn't wake up so fast...

because……

He hasn't got the core yet!

Without the core...

Without the core, it means that if he falls.

Then, from his body, heresy will be born!

Thinking of heresy, the King of Angels suddenly became uneasy.

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Lingping looks at people who are fascinated by their music.

He suddenly remembered.

"I remember... I agreed to Chiba Michiko..."

"Here, it seems to have wasted a lot of time..."

"Go find Qianye sauce!"

So he disappeared like a phantom.

In the next instant, people appeared in a magnificent hall.

Looking forward, he saw a gleaming silver chariot, full of futuristic science fiction, but extremely retro, floating in the middle of the hall.

Golden eyes came out of the car.

Inside the chariot, there seemed to be mechanical voices talking coldly.

"mortal!"

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down in front of the holy Ahali!"

"Kneel to the supreme god!"

"Pray!"

"Lambs!"

"In front of you is the wheel of the eternal lord, the wheel of the moon..."

"The Gatekeeper of Heaven!"

The wheels are rolling and aggressive.

Lingping frowned.

"Kneel?" He wondered: "Who do you ask to kneel?"

"Supreme?"

"Who approved you to use such a word?"

"Supreme..." The corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "This is a word that only I can use!"

He instinctively felt that in front of him, using "Supreme" was hitting him in the face!

It's lying in public!

After all, there is an ant in the ant nest that he is very strong and invincible.

The ants trembled.

But if humans hear it, I am afraid they will only laugh!

Have you beaten one of my hairs?

Come, I will use a fingernail to compete with you!

This is how he feels now.

So he squinted his eyes.

"Um..." He looked at the floating chariot and suddenly laughed: "What did I think it was?"

"It turned out to be a poor bug..."

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The archangel, the moon wheel Ahali is suspended in the air.

The rolling divine might, like a mountain like a prison, is too heavy for people to lift their heads.

Everyone only felt inexplicable heart palpitations, and couldn't help but give birth to thoughts of worship, kneeling, and repentance.

This is an impulse from instinct.

It was the trembling of the superior.

The impulse that is written in the genes and carved in the soul.

At this moment, a sneer came from a certain corner.

"What did I think it was?"

The man wearing a facial mask came out of the shadows.

He commented and ridiculed casually: "It turns out to be a poor bug!"

Before the moon wheel, in front of the revived archangel, the man was relaxed and pressure-free.

He treats this angel as nothing!

"what did you say?!"

Among the wheels, the mighty power is rolling!

Within those hundreds of wings, countless angers rolled in.

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!"

"Kneel down!"

But the man didn't seem to hear it, and he twisted his neck casually.

"I said..." He stepped forward slowly, then stretched out his hand.

A hand of an ordinary adult man as white as jade.

This hand is unremarkable and without power.

But when he reached out his hand.

It is covering the sky and the sun.

The majestic and invincible angel, like a helpless firefly, was held lightly by this hand.

Yes!

In everyone's eyes, the man wearing the facial mask just gently stretched out his hand.

There is no change in that hand, nor any psionic power.

Just a light grip, as in Journey to the West, the Buddha opened his palm.

In everyone's eyes, the floating angel was held lightly by this hand.

The originally majestic angel became a small toy with wheels in his hand.

"I have said... you are a poor worm!" The man on the face chuckled, "You still don't believe it!"

With a light throw of his hand, the silver chariot in his palm was thrown out and fell to the floor.

The chariot was smashed to pieces.

The golden parts are scattered one by one.

Gears and rivets are rolling on the floor.

"What's going on?" People were shocked inexplicably.

"The angel... is actually a bunch of parts..."

"a machine?"

"Cross-teaching machine!"

This fact makes it difficult for people to calm down.

But thinking about it, it seems understandable again.

The angel, in the legend of the cross religion, was originally material, not purely spiritual.

The most important thing is...their name.

An angel.

The wheel of God, the eye of God.

This in itself implies their status.

It's a tool, it's a machine.

Just like cars, airplanes, ships, surveillance, satellites...

However, the man wearing the mask laughed.

He jokingly asked the parts scattered on the floor: "Hey! You know what I said right now, right?"

"You poor hapless bastard!"

People looked at the parts scattered all over the floor.

These parts, under people's gaze, slowly dissolved, turning into a pool of silver jelly-like things.

Then, these things squirmed slowly, slowly pieced together.

In the end, a silver figure appeared in front of people.

He looked around blankly.

Then he lowered his head and looked at his body.

A bull horn grows from his forehead.

A green beard grew from his chin.

His face slowly grew old.

Then he knelt down.

Kneel down to the man wearing the mask.

"Son of the Storm... Guardian of the Moon and Time... Protector of All Ur..."

"Nanna salutes you!"

"Thank you for freeing me from eternal slavery and imprisonment!"

"Nanna!?" Aiko Reimiya seemed to think of something.

"The moon **** of Sumer, the **** of prophecy?"

"The son of Enlil, the **** of the storm, the father of Utu, the sun god, and Negar, the **** of the sea?"

The silver old man listened, feeling ashamed.

"That was a long time ago..."

"Unexpectedly, anyone in the world remembers me..."

He smiled bitterly when he said that.

And everyone was shocked inexplicably!

How could Ahali, the angel of the Moon Wheel of the Cross, be the Moon God of Sumer?

What exactly is going on?

but……

In the hearts of high-ranking people like Aiko Reimiya~www.ltnovel.com~ they are vaguely, if they know.

"Myth Invasion..."

"Myth Covered..."

"Is the truth like this?"

"The truth behind this is so cruel?!"

For the defeated, there are more than just bones left.

Also be made into utensils.

Just like the ancient human tribes dealing with the defeated.

Make the body of the loser into a wine vessel.

With this eternal humiliation, enslavement and torture to him.

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