Ascended to become a virtual idol

Seeing his delighted expression, Mr. Pu helplessly shook his head.

"Okay, let's talk about Silang Town. Yan Qiao and the others are over there. I must control the rear here. Don't wait for the enemies to come to find that we only have one combat force. No matter what, we need to strengthen ourselves and the country. It is the foundation of our foothold," President Ke said in a deep voice.

"President, don't worry, we know this."

In Beixue Church, a man was lying there, with short brown hair in a mess and a beard. He was haggard and his eyes were even duller.

A person walked into him slowly, squatting in front of him, "What's wrong with our lord priest?"

The man moved his eyes with difficulty, "You will be punished!" His tone was anxious and angry.

The man was wearing a gray windbreaker, with half-length hair falling on his back, and holding a small magic wand in his hand. Hearing this, he sneered, "Retribution? Just relying on this group of useless gods, you think too highly of it." They're gone."

He put the magic wand in front of the man, "From today onwards, your church is mine."

The man raised his head and gasped for breath, "You are a monk! You can't communicate with the gods at all, and Beixue won't let you go like this."

"Hahahahaha, communication gods? No, no, no, I don't need such a thing, don't worry," he patted the man's face, "Just because of my background, the magicians of Beixue will also open their eyes." Turn a blind eye, how do you think I caught you."

The man's eyes widened, "Impossible! The Association of Magicians will not let you go."

"Should I say that you are too naive or too stupid?" He reached out and picked up the man's collar, his expression gradually filled with anger, "I don't understand clearly? I come from the supernatural society, you know these three Is it the weight of words?"

He suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed, and the man's head hit the ground, "I really don't look back until I hit the south wall."

He got up and clapped his hands in disgust, "Come in and clean up this place for me, this church is my stronghold in Beixue."

"Yes," a few people in gray clothes came in, and without saying a word, they began to clean up the things in the church.

The man randomly found a stool and sat down. He took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it and took a puff. The gesture was arrogant and casual, "Don't forget to throw this man into the basement. I promised the Association of Magicians to save his life." , but I didn’t say that I want to hug him with delicious food and drink.”

His rather domineering face was reflected in the smog, and he narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, "By the way, didn't you say he still has a daughter?"

"I haven't found it yet," the gray-clothed people answered with their heads down.

"Forget it, throw him in first, pack it up earlier, I have work tomorrow," he got up and stubbed out the cigarette, and left the church with a swaying figure.

The man lay there with tears streaming from his eyes, dragged away like a dead dog from the church he had served for more than ten years.

He turned his head to look at the sympathetic god statue, and felt that the flames and sadness in his heart almost overwhelmed him, "God, please save the believers."

"Bang" the hammer fell, and the idol was ruthlessly smashed. The man spit out a mouthful of blood in a panic, his legs trembled a few times, and he passed out.

The statue's head was smashed to the ground, and Gululu rolled for a long distance until it was crushed by a man in gray and put into a sack.

The fragments of the statue were cleaned up, and there seemed to be a glimmer of brilliance on the ground.

"Go, leave here and head north, my divine power is running out, and I'm about to fall into a deep sleep," the light fell on the man, taking his figure away from the basement.

The man woke up again, and was lying on the outskirts of the land, with his sleeping daughter beside him. He hurriedly got up, remembering the voice he heard when he was unconscious, "Did you appear?"

After waiting for a while without any movement, he remembered the sentence of falling into a deep sleep, and couldn't care less about anything else. He nibbled a few times "Bang Bang Bang" before picking up his daughter and heading north.

When the man in gray in the church learned that the priest disappeared for no reason, he immediately reported it to his lord.

The man who was flipping through the materials of the church kicked up when he heard the words, "Trash, I can't even look at a deposed magician, what use are you for."

The man in gray didn't dare to resist, and fell obediently to the ground.

Knowing that it's useless to be angry, he said in a deep voice, "Send someone to investigate, I want to see who is brave enough to save people."

After the man in gray left, the man turned on the contact device, and the figure of Ming Lao appeared after a few flashes.

Ming Lao glanced at the scene behind him, "What's the matter with Wei Ping?"

The man named Wei Ping immediately showed a flattering smile, "Elder, I searched this church completely, and there is no trace of any gods, even the idols were smashed and there is no response."

They who came from the Ability Association did not have the slightest reverence for the so-called gods of Beixue, especially the president of the Magicians Association, who treated the people of the Ability Association extremely thoughtfully and appropriately, which made them feel very good about the so-called Beixue. The snow country has a lot of contempt.

The supernatural ability will stay on the high ground for too long, facing everyone other than them with their nostrils upturned, but they also have strength and ability, which creates the capital of arrogance.

The right to use the power of the spiritual veins makes them have absolute authority in the whole world, and not many people know about Xuanyuan's departure. Except for a few big people who can't be suppressed.

This Wei Ping used to be a monk of Xuanyuan, but his path was wrong, and he took pleasure in harming mortals. When he was hunted down by the Metaphysics Society, he ran into Ming Lao who was rectifying the forces under him. Only after entering the Ability Society, did he come into contact with the inheritance of cultivation.

After thousands of years, he is now a high-level monk, and he is always praised wherever he goes, not to mention that the supernatural society has always acted arrogantly and domineeringly, so he has no restraint.

When Mr. Ming was really employing people recently, the people under him were almost torn apart by Fu Yong, and there was only Wei Ping who was barely usable. He couldn't choose now, so he would use it Well, someone would be nice.

Of course, he won't tell Wei Ping about this, lest this kid think himself right.

"Okay, I got it, you stay in Beixue well, and collect more information for me when necessary. If things are done well, I might not be able to recommend you to the top of the Ability Association," he looked calm and leisurely, with a look of power in his hands look.

It even made Weiping's eyes turn red with excitement, "My lord, don't worry, I'm sure you're right to leave this matter to me."