I am God Chapter 141: : The fourth-order experiment and Haru’s bottle of fire demon

A ritual workshop located on the reef.

In the spacious and quiet workshop at the moment, there are only Sandean and Haru, and the sound of the waves and tides not far outside echoes in my ears.

The stone slabs on the ground are covered with ritual arrays, and the dream field formed by the power of the elves can not only perform miracles, but also can be used to isolate the inside and outside.

It can be used to prevent accidents and at the same time isolate the fluctuation of mental power.

The object of Sander'an and Haru's experiment today is a stone statue placed in the center of the ritual workshop.

The appearance of the stone statue is a three-leaf man dressed as a priest of the Sky Temple, with the mark of the Temple of Oil on his body.

It was once the chief priest of the Temple of Oil, one of the dozen or so people who were killed in the cleaning of the Sky Temple decades ago, and it is also one of Sang De'an's magical props, the cursed pottery doll.

Haru was a little excited, he looked at his teacher Sang Dean.

"Teacher."

"It's started."

No matter who it is, when touching the secret of eternal life, it is difficult to hide the agitation in the heart.

Sang Dean took a deep breath and reminded his student Haru.

"Be careful!"

"I would rather fail a few times than take risks."

The secret technique of immortality is precisely a secret technique of spiritual resonance, which can combine the blood of myth, spiritual power, and conscious memory together in the vibration like a boiling solution.

What Sunderan and Haru are currently trying is to use this method in the secret technique of immortality to fuse the spirit of the curse seal and the blood of myth into one.

The spirit of the curse seal evolved from the combination of activated spiritual power and divine branding. It is very different from ordinary spiritual power, and the two of them are not sure whether it will succeed.

The two of them kept chanting incantations, using the power of mental shock to make a strange sound, which filled the entire ritual workshop.

A little bit of silver fluorescence appeared on the stone statue, and at the same time a vague spirit body appeared inside the stone statue.

The silver fluorescent light is the blood of mythology, and the spirit body is the core curse-sealed spirit of the curse-seal pottery puppet.

The spiritual power of the two powerful third-level curse-seal priests is intertwined, and the oscillating power is pulled like the tide of the sea, causing the entire ritual workshop to vibrate slightly.

Under the guidance of spiritual power, the stone slab and the gravel on the ground floated up little by little.

The silver fluorescent light and the spirit of the curse mark merged together, bursting out into a bright light.

Seeing that the power in it is growing exponentially, it is about to undergo a transformation.

"Boom!"

This magical prop was blown up.

The huge force set off fluctuations, and the ground collapsed directly.

The shock wave is about to tear the entire ritual workshop apart, and swallow Sunderan and Haru.

Sang De'an immediately put his hand on the ritual array on the ground, and quickly read out the real name of one of the fairies.

The ceremony started, and the dream egg floated in the sky.

All the power was instantly swallowed, and the broken part of the floor and the stone statue were instantly condensed into a huge stone ball.

Sang De'an stood up and smiled lightly.

"Fortunately."

"Prepare early."

Although I said so, the blood of the myth that wasted was scattered into the air, and the shattered spirit of the curse seal could never come back.

Haru felt a little distressed: "The Tao puppet's curse-sealed spirit is missing one, and one test will cost one, which is too expensive."

This is an incomparably powerful magical prop, and his teacher, Sang De'an, only has a dozen or so.

And this is a complete set, the power of one less magical prop will be less.

But Sang De'an didn't have much mood swings, and he didn't even seem to care about these cursed pottery puppets.

"Placing it here is just a guard to guard the island of mist."

"If you can become the cornerstone of the fourth-order road, you can create the future."

"It's worth it."

That being said, it is actually because Sang De'an regrets what happened back then.

When he got older, he felt that the methods he used when he was young were too cruel.

Not only did he kill others, but he also extracted their blood and spirit to refine them into magical props.

With such a cruel and terrible method, what will happen if people in the future follow him?

It was precisely because of this that he never taught the method of making magical props such as cursed pottery puppets, except for the early days when he taught his two students Haru and Lan En.

"Maybe."

"Let this blood-stained magical prop contribute to the future of the Sanye people."

"It's the best home!"

Sang De'an's thoughts at the moment are like this.

The inspection summed up the reasons for the failure just now, and the teacher and the students discussed the details about the display of the secret technique.

Sang Dean and Haru revised the plan, and started the experiment called the fourth-order power again.

However.

Then they ushered in a series of failures.

There are a few less stone statues standing on the edge of the island.

However, Haru felt that following this method of fusing the spirit of the curse seal and the blood of the myth, it might not be successful, and the dozen or so spell seal pottery puppets would be consumed.

In Haru's ritual workshop, the candlesticks made by the Temple of Oil are still lit in the middle of the night.

Haru is holding a pen produced by the Temple of Ink in his hand, and on the other side are various paint jars also produced by this temple.

After absorbing the black pigment, he wrote today's experiment record on the silk script produced by the Temple of Weaving.

While writing, Haru became a little restless.

"No, it won't work like this."

"There must be a way."

At the side, Anhofus, who was packing up and cleaning things in the workshop, heard what the teacher said, and said suddenly.

"Teacher!"

"Since there are not enough curse-sealed pottery figures, we can make more curse-sealed pottery figures!"

The secret technique of immortality was dedicated to Haru by him, and he has been by Haru's side all the time, of course Anhofus also knows a small part of the experimental secrets about the fourth-order power.

At the same time, Haru would sometimes ask him some questions about the secret of eternal life and the Samo family.

Haru didn't turn his head back: "Do you know what it takes to make a cursed pottery puppet?"

Ahnhofus replied unexpectedly: "Teacher, I know."

His eyes shimmered: "I have heard about the matter of the Sage of Truth in the Sky Temple."

"In the end, the details of the sage leaving the Sky Temple, I also know the detailed process."

"The giant statue poured by the blood of the gods, facing the sky and the city of God, went away in the eyes of the king and everyone."

"No one dares to stop, that is the power of the sage of truth."

"The power of the third-level spell priest."

Anjofus stood still and said seriously to Haru.

"The curse-sealed pottery puppet is made of the blood of the gods, and it was the temple priests who made it."

"It was these greedy and corrupt people who forced the Sage of Truth to leave the Sky Temple."

"It is precisely because of their death that today's Temple of Truth and the dawn of a new era are ushered in."

Suddenly, Haru felt his heart tighten, and he recognized what Anhofus meant.

Haru looked back at Anhofus with sharp eyes, this young student who behaved very assertively: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

But Anhofus was not afraid at all, as if he knew what Haru was thinking.

"Teacher!"

"Those people are corrupt and fallen, and their death is necessary."

"Only when the remnants of the old age die, will the new world burn in their ashes."

Haru laughed: "Your status is nobler than them, you are a direct descendant of the royal blood."

But Anhofus said: "There is no royal blood, and everything ended when the troll was taken back by the gods."

"Now is the era of priests and the truth. The nobility of blood can never compare with the truth of power."

"This is what you told me, teacher."

"Without the Ruhe monster, the blood of the kingship is just a mortal who fell from the throne."

"I have only one identity now, and that is your student."

"A seeker of truth."

Sang De'an is called a preacher, and Haru, as his student, has always called himself a seeker.

Here, Anhofus borrowed Haru's words.

But at the same time, it also represents part of his true inner thoughts.

After listening to Haru, he stopped looking at Haru with harsh eyes.

He turned his head to look at the candlestick, unable to calm down for a long time.

He actually agreed with what Anhofus said, because his father was killed by these people.

This is also the reason why he didn't want to set foot on Sheinsay again and stayed on the island of mist.

Haru didn't continue to speak, and the whole person fell into silence.

But the candlelight shone in his pupils, but the reflections were cold eyes.

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Halus took his student Anhofus out to sea under the pretext of visiting the priest of food, Lan En, and returned more than ten days later with seven or eight large boxes on the big ship.

The box stumbled and was pushed up to Haru's ritual workshop on the cliff by a two-wheeled cart.

It is not surprising that people see it from afar, because every month there will be several ships from the mainland, bringing in various necessities for life on the island, and the teachers in the ritual workshop will also Purchase what you need.

The day.

Underground of the Haru Ritual Workshop, a hidden altar has been built.

This is a large hole dug out with the pottery ritual array. The altar is engraved with the imprint of the fire element magic, and the four walls are used to perform the power deprivation magic that draws the blood of mythology.

This is an evil divine spell derived from the gift of power.

In ancient times, the priests would use this kind of magic to deprive the enemy of their power, turning him from a high and powerful person into an ordinary person, which was regarded as the greatest punishment for the blood of the king and the high and powerful person.

This kind of punishment is more terrible than death for those in power who regard blood as everything.

"Bang!"

"Kang"

The boxes were opened one by one by Anhofus, revealing figures in a coma,

They were dressed in priestly burqas, and they were in a state of distress and even covered in blood.

Obviously, it was impossible for him to be kindly invited into the box.

The boxes contained priests from the Nine Great Temples, each of which was from the family of the dozen or so priests who died at the hands of the Sage of Truth Sang De'an.

Although Sang De'an killed more than a dozen of the most powerful members of their family, they still maintain their once high status.

It didn't take long for these people to wake up one by one.

They were frightened by the dark underground scene and the weird altar.

"Who the **** are you?"

"Temple of Truth, I know that you are members of the Temple of Truth, and I have seen the magic you use."

"Let us go."

"If you do this, His Majesty will not let you go, and the Nine Great Temples will not let you go."

Haru stepped out of the darkness and looked at these people.

"I know you, Byrne family, Huoai family"

"More!"

"A member of the Tito family."

When Haru recalled the origin of this middle-aged Sanye, his eyes were so cold that they seemed to freeze.

Because the mastermind who participated in the plan to kill his father was the Tito family, and this person was also a member of the original plan.

From Haru's point of view, he was the one who slipped through the net during the cleansing of the Sky Temple.

"How can people like you have the right to be named Tito?"

Without waiting for Haru's order, Anhofus first dragged the priest of the Tito family up and tied him to the altar.

Haru chanted a mantra, and put his hand on the other's forehead.

The middle-aged priest was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he struggled on the altar like a convulsion.

"I was wrong!"

"I was really wrong."

Haru's eyes burst out with joy, and the mantra he chanted with spiritual power reached the last paragraph.

"You escaped your own judgment back then, do you think it's over from now on?"

"No."

"He's just late."

A strong force rushed into his body, dispelling all the mythical blood in his body in an instant.

The priest's eyes lost their light in an instant, and his whole body lost its vitality, as if it had turned into a stone.

Pips of fluorescent light spread into the sky, but were locked by Haru's power.

Mythical blood is locked.

Under Haru's guidance, the other party's spiritual power was activated little by little, and became an activated spiritual body.

Haru took out a transparent flask, which contained a gas called fire element.

The mythical blood in mid-air fell and turned into a mark that was inlaid on the flask.

This flask becomes the source of the cursed spirit, and it will never break free from the **** of the flask.

"Boom!"

Haru opened the lid of the flask and the gas inside was released.

The activated spiritual body devoured the fire element in the flask, and transformed from a spiritual body into a cursed spirit with a magical brand.

Looking at it, it is completely transparent, as if it does not exist at all.

This is a strange spell-sealed spirit made of gas.

But when it raised its hand and released its own power, it was completely different, from completely transparent and invisible to the most dazzling existence.

The flame ignited in its hand, and then the whole cursed spirit turned into a Pyroman.

Haru was the first to cruelly refine the priest of the Tito family into a magical prop.

Haru waved again.

Stuff the Pyro into the flask and put the lid on.

Pyro kept struggling in the flask, getting bigger and smaller.

Finally, the flame gradually extinguished and turned into a completely transparent cursed spirit trapped in the flask.

Haru held the flask, his face looked a little scary under the reflection of the lights.

This ordinary bottle has become completely different because of the incorporation of mythical blood and cursed spirit, full of danger and powerful spiritual fluctuations.

This is a brand-new magical prop, completely different from the curse-imprinted pottery puppet made by Sand'an with the divine imprint of Tao. He uses the imprint of fire element.

Haru: "This is something that belongs to me alone, a magical prop created by me."

Anjofus: "What's its name? Teacher!"

Haru: "It's called the bottle of Haru's fire demon."