Yin Nian took the first stroke and his wrist was slightly sour. It was extremely difficult to write this paper, and it was difficult to write it in one stroke.

"Is this booklet too long?"

Yin Nian shook the ash on the booklet with force, controlled her sore wrist and started trying to write again. This time the ink was not completely gone, but it became intermittent.

Yin Nian said "hey" and wrote with all his strength.

And she didn't know.

At this moment, the fallen god corresponding to the first surname "Sun" she wrote was written. After sucking incense, she finally got a little calming look and was surprised.

Its eyes fell down and saw that there were many thin cracks on its body. The chains of the divine platform below swayed slightly.

She was shocked.

His body was shaking slightly.

There is a story in all four districts. It is difficult to reply to the true god’s request, and no one asks for the fallen god’s request.

The true God is high and superior, and people are like asking God to look back and respond again. Only then can there be such statements that ten thousand people ask but it is difficult to reply to one person.

But the fallen god is different.

The fallen gods were originally serious true gods, worshipped by various families, and some true gods were even worshipped by several aristocratic families. But the problem lies in that the more people worship, the younger generation will have a petition for marrow cleaning. When petitioning, the rules of the laws and regulations arise. Among them, the greed, anger, ignorance, hatred, evil, evil, and hatred of the petitioners will follow the petitions, because they intervene and entangle with the causal relationship.

These dirty evil thoughts of cause and effect are like a slow poison. The power of offering and these slow poisons are intertwined. If the power of offering is far more than the resentment, or the two maintain a delicate balance, then the true god will still be a true god, and it will become stronger as the power of offering increases.

And if the power of hatred exceeds the power of worship, they will lose their minds from time to time and slaughter, which means they will become fallen gods like time bombs.

Please ask God to enter the book. If it is a true God, the person who holds the book will be like finding a powerful guardian.

But if the fallen god enters the book, in addition to being a protector, the most important thing is that their power of hatred will also be transferred to the person who holds the book. Just imagine, who dares to take the power of hatred and hatred that even the true god is afraid of?

Even if you are the one who is the most indirect, you dare not bet on whether you will lose your wisdom in the next moment with the fallen god.

So no one has ever dared to write the name of the fallen God in the booklet.

Isn’t this pure and seeking death?

In the past, there were warriors who were forced to go desperately. They finally lost half of their lives and got a precious book of Gods. They wrote the name of the fallen gods on the book with hope. But his desire was too strong. The more he wanted the fallen god to protect him, the stronger his purpose was. When the fallen god was written by him, he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming greed, including the stimulating fallen gods, and they immediately tore the people to pieces.

Therefore, since the warrior's "heroic deeds", no one dared to move the fallen god. Later, each family gave up saving the fallen god. Everyone agreed that the fallen god cannot be saved. Once it appears, it must be sealed immediately, so as not to refuse to kill the relatives.

These fallen gods themselves also know.

It is conceivable how shocked she was when she saw the cracks in the seal sculpture on her body.

This statue of god and this platform are actually seals set by their families.

They cannot break free from the seal by themselves, and they have no idea of ​​break free. They are entangled by enemies and hate everywhere, and they will lose their minds and go crazy from time to time. They will go out of this huge grave, and they will not want to go from a high-ranking true god to a rat crossing the street.

But she never expected it.

Someone is willing to invite her into the book?!

Are you crazy?

Who is it?

And the magical thing is that she did not feel too much greed and bad cause and effect. There is only one possibility. People who ask God... have nothing to ask for her in their hearts at this moment?

But is this possible?

Anyone who asks God for something, either seeking protection or fame.

Otherwise, what to do?

The man who asked God had no evil thoughts, and she was too shocked and did not resist at all.

It was actually asked Yin Nian outside to successfully write the word "Sun" in intermittent ink.

"Huh." Yin Nian stood up and wiped the sweat on her forehead. For some reason, she felt more and more irritable, not strong, but this irritable feeling made her feel a little uncomfortable.

But don't panic!

Yin Nian grabbed the sleeping snake Nier in the Heavenly Palace, pointed to the gray and black aura in the Heavenly Palace, and said concisely: "Eat!"

Snake Ni'er opened her mouth and swallowed the black gas.

With a gurgle, the scales all over its body exploded.

"Huh?" Snake Nier shook her tail in surprise, "Are you in a bad mood today? Why is this angst so thick?"

Yin Nian frowned slightly, looked around, and soon figured it out, "In such a place, can I not get angry, anxious and worried? It's normal to be more intense."

She moved her wrist and carefully checked her body. It was very good and she was very good. It should not be for another reason.

When Schneier thought about it, he was the same.

Yin Nian opened the second page again and began to write down the name of the fallen god.

If someone who understands it is here, he may scream.

Yin Nian disliked the intermittent writing, but he didn't know that it was already a very deep name. You should know that those who could leave a drop of ink on the divine book were considered to be one of the most selected geniuses.

Normal people always use ink and drop of ink, and they are accumulated every day. They need a complete and coherent word, and I don’t know how long it takes.

For example, Mu Yang, from the moment he could get a pen, he would have to invite God several times a day. It took him a lot of years to leave a drop of ink. This is a bit of recognition from the true God, even if he blows three tables of wine, he doesn't bring a peanut.

When Yin Nian wrote the first time, she disliked her intermittently, but she actually became one word.

Otherwise, she had no desire, and she didn't even know that the piles of these things were just asking for God Books, because no one would ask for God Books. Even if the God Books were used as toilet paper for others, it would be unlucky, so they were naturally placed in messy manner, looking worthless.

She just wrote the account book here. What bad thoughts can she have?

Who would have evil thoughts about his account book? Isn’t this a nerve?

It’s really impossible to meet any conditions. If Yin Nian knows to ask God for advice, if these fallen gods have just sucked the fragrance of offerings and have gained peace for a long time, they will not be so relaxed to ask God to enter the book.

The second god was as surprised as Sun god.

And immediately after that, the third, the fourth...

Yin Nian herself did not realize that since she left the first god's surname, she seemed to be firmly attracted by this book. If it were to be so difficult for her to write, she would have long since she had turned her back or changed her book, but this thing was like a gush on her, and she would have written it down one by one.

She thought it might have been a cup of tea.

But people outside know.

Yin Nian has been staying in it for three days and three nights.

"Why haven't she come out yet?"

Someone couldn't help but poke the person next to him, "Are you dead inside?"

"Can't be sure, who told her to jump around in front of the fallen god? Who can you go and see it? If you die and still have a body left, will we have a meal?"

"Bah, you are so stingy, you are so terrified that you are so terrified that you are so beautiful. Let me go into the secret room? Is this what I want to turn me into your second dish? Dream!"

"Shut up!"

The bald woman suddenly spoke.

The bone spurs on her hand were shining with a sharp cold light.

Very bad face.

"Besides, cut off your tongue."

Everyone swallowed the words and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"They are two." Someone compared six, "Didn't you notice? It's been six days since the last time the fallen god gave water and food."

Right.

Everyone suddenly realized.

These two people only ate normal meat and should have given new meat two days ago, but it seems that after Yin Nian came, the fallen god did not give new meat.

"Isn't it actually the deer they ate before? Is it all taken for that girl? Is it all over?"

The more they think about it, the more they feel it is very possible.

So he wanted to encourage the two of them to go to the secret room to see Yin Nian's life or death.

However, the next moment, my feet started to shake.

The dead grave that was so quiet that the ears were tinnitus kept coming from the dull sound after sound.
Chapter completed!