Conferred God: I, Who Just Wanted To Run Away, Was Overheard By The Emperor

"What... what?" Yin Ze subconsciously moved towards the retreated Half step, and the words he was most afraid of hearing were finally spoken out of the receptionist's mouth.

Ying Yin continued to look at Yin Ze, and seemed to be more satisfied the more he looked, and he spoke with a demagogic rhyme, "I am the first establishment of the Western Church, and I welcome all nobles into my West.

There are all kinds of afflictions in the world, but only the bliss in the western land. Today, I see the noble person as having a relationship with my western land. "

Saying that, Ying Yin seemed to be a little excited, and there was a flash of greed on his face full of bitterness and hatred.

He came to collect the true spirits of the four generals of the magic family today. It was only an accident to meet Yin Ze, but this accident was another joy!

After seeing Yin Ze, he immediately became cautious.

Yin Ze is the prince of Dashang and is connected with the fate of the human race owned by Dashang. If he can forcibly cross to the west of him, then he will naturally have a way to take advantage of the chaos of the calamity and make Yin Ze and Dashang's clan aura. Karma between the fortunes involved transferring flowers to his Western religion.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he got.

Yingyue and Zhunti have deduced the secrets several times, knowing that if the Western religion wants to thrive, it will take more than 1,600 years to have a chance after the mass calamity called Journey to the West is kicked off.

This time, it was Heaven Court who greatly rejoiced in the amount of Conferred Gods. His Western religion could only hide in the back and beat the autumn wind.

But this autumn wind is also divided into gentle breeze and strong wind.

Taking advantage of the calamity of the Conferred Gods, it is just a breeze to educate and transform talents for the West.

Stealing the fate of the human race is the real gust of wind!

Yin Ze, the variable of calamity, was not in his calculation originally, but since he met it today, he must not miss it.

"Prince Yin Shang, it's getting late, come with me quickly, and help you reach bliss early." The corners of Jie Yin's lips couldn't stop rising, and he extended his palm to Yin Ze confidently.

In order to make it easier to steal people from the Conferred Gods calamity and go to the West, he deliberately devotes himself to the study of the Temperament Avenue in the Three Thousand Avenues of the Great Desolation. When he and Yin Ze are talking, the bewitching voice of the Temperament Avenue has been mixed.

From the perspective of the source, Yin Ze's identity is noble, but he is nothing more than a mortal who cannot cultivate due to the shackles of blood.

How can a mere mortal man be able to resist the bewitching sound of the avenue of melody.

And Yin Ze's performance is also very satisfactory to the reception.

His eyes were sluggish, his expression was dull, and it was obvious that he had fallen into it and couldn't extricate himself.

Yin Ze stretched out his hand and slowly moved towards the hand of the receptionist.

Even the Immemorial Golden Immortal can't resist the bewitching sound of enticement, so why can he stop it?

It was clear that the receptionist did not promise anything in his words, but in Yin Ze's mind, he couldn't help but draw a wonderful picture.

On the picture scroll, there is a towering treasure temple standing on the top of the mountain, the mountain is full of exotic flowers and plants, and the Sanskrit sings around the ears.

The golden plaque of Daleiyin Temple is written on Baocha.

Climb up to the treasure temple, look down at the sunset, and lead your hands to pick flying stars.

There were eight Bodhisattva, four Vajra, five hundred Arhats, three thousand Jedi, eleven great yao, and eighteen kalam, and Yin Ze blinked, but found himself lying on the head of the Lotus Position.

The eight Bodhisattva, the four Vajra, the five hundred Arhats, the three thousand Jedi, the eleven great sages, and the eighteen Kalams, all adored him in their eyes.

Next to him is the present Buddha Tathagata, and next to him is the ancient Buddha of the future.

that oneself...

Yin Ze looked down at himself, Lotus Position was lying on a lotus platform, with a round belly and a solemn appearance.

'I went to Lingshan, and I actually replaced the fearful grandson and became the Maitreya Buddha in the past? ’

'I joined the Western religion and became a Buddha in the past. This is much more enjoyable than being a big business prince...'

Yin Ze couldn't help showing a smirk on his face, the three giants of Lingshan, the past, present, and future, are properly big boss-level figures.

'Hey? By the way, I have become Maitreya Buddha, so who is the best between me and Tathagata? ’ Yin Ze suddenly became interested, and turned his head to look at Sakyamuni Tathagata.

Race: Charm Heavenly Devil.

Name: None.

Realm: None.

Favorability: None.

ha?

Tathagata's race is the Heavenly Devil?

Tathagata, how could it be Heavenly Devil!

Yin Ze immediately felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly looked at the own attribute again.

Name: Yin Ze.

Realm: Mortals.

hum!

Destroying the truth, it turned out to be an illusion...

Yin Ze woke up abruptly, her eyes became clear, she looked at the hand she was about to hold with Jie Yin by a few centimeters, and broke out in a cold sweat.

[Meiyin Heavenly Devil, Western teachings are good to deceive people, so it turns out that it is based on this. 】

[It’s so dangerous, so dangerous, luckily I woke up, or else this prince would really go to the West to be a bald donkey! 】

"I'm the Prince of Da Shang, how could I have a relationship with you in the West, and you've done this trick to lead Saint!" Yin Ze brushed his hand back, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

Ye Ying's brows wrinkled, it is really strange that this mere mortal can wake up from the bewitching voice of his own.

The variables of the calamity are really unpredictable.

But the more it did, the more Yin Ze interested him.

"Prince Yin Shang, you have no fate, you can't see it through, just follow me." Jie Yin sneered, since he can't be bewitched, he can just grab it.

Anyway, it's a matter of reaching out.

After speaking, a big hand spread out, about to grab Yin Ze.

The palm of his hand contained the power of the Great Way of Space, and the space around Yin Ze's body instantly turned into a stone and kept squeezing towards him.

At a critical juncture, Yin Ze couldn't care less about hiding.

The twin pupils flashed, and the space behind him split open.

brush!

Leaping back, Yin Ze's figure had already appeared ten meters away, falling towards the city wall.

"Oh? Interesting, interesting. Even though he is only a mortal, he can use the power of the Dao, which even the Golden Immortal of Taiyi cannot covet, and measure the variables. It is really interesting." The receptionist was not surprised but delighted, the more excellent Yin Ze was, the more he would The more I want to bring it back to the West.

Having said that, Jie Yin stretched out his hand again, the power of the space avenue spewed out, so far away!

No matter how far Yin Ze retreated, the big hand that received him was always with him.

Yin Ze wanted to open up the spaces again, but he had already completely sealed the surrounding spaces with his careless introduction.

Yin Ze was in a hurry. If he continued like this, he would be caught by the lead the moment he fell to the ground.

In desperation, he had to use his full power to use the space avenue he mastered, and delay the time as much as possible, but it could only delay the time for a few seconds.

Feeling that he was using the power of the space avenue to resist himself, he frowned slightly.

I have to say that Yin Ze's performance is amazing enough as a mortal who can delay for a few seconds under his Saint.

[Hair... This prince's hair is going to be gone! 】

When disaster was approaching, Yin Ze suddenly discovered that his biggest resistance to Western religion was actually shaving his head.

Ten meters, eight meters, six meters...

Getting closer and closer to the ground, Yin Ze closed his eyes in despair, but at the moment when his eyes were about to die, he saw Di Xin, the dog eavesdropping on the wall.

Yin Ze:  …

Dixing:  …

[I f*ck, brother Shou, why did you say it earlier, didn't you see your son being bullied! 】