Rural Shennong

Ai Jielina crushed the pigeon-egg sized crystal, leaned forward, and shouted at Chen Ping's back: "God said, the souls of heretics will fall into the abyss forever and die completely! "

Every time Aterina said a word, a golden rune popped out of her mouth.

Those runes seemed to teleport, and they appeared beside Chen Ping in an instant, forming a golden circle, surrounding Chen Ping.

Chen Ping felt like an ordinary person was bound by countless ropes, unable to move even a little finger, his mental sea was churning, and his head seemed to explode.

With the contraction of the golden ring, his eyes, ears, nostrils and the corners of his mouth all oozed bright red blood.

Chen Ping glared angrily and let out a painful roar.

Human beings all over the world, especially the people of China, almost feel the same way.

Some knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.

Some people looked desperate and closed their eyes, unable to bear to look any further.

Some stunning beauties and tyrannical warriors drew out their weapons and put them on their necks and hearts. If Chen Ping died, these people would not live alone.

They would rather follow Chen Ping than be the servants of Birdman.

Not all are so courageous, and some even cheer it on.

Yuan Zhouzi was so excited that he was about to climax, his face was flushed, and his hands turned into phantoms, flying wantonly on the keyboard.

"I knew it, I knew that Chen Ping's evil deeds would inevitably be punished by the gods."

"Look at his miserable appearance. This is the fate of a blasphemer."

"The coming of the gods, this is a great change that has never been seen in human beings for thousands of years. Why don't we welcome the gods? Why don't we let the glory of the gods pervade all living beings?"

"I declare that from now on, I am the most devout follower of the God of Light!"

"Long live the God of Light!"

Yuan Chuanzi thinks beautifully, isn't his reputation because he looks down on Chen Ping, and the stink of being beaten in the face?

Get up wherever you fall.

The power of the God of Light is invincible in the world, and a strong man like Chen Ping is nothing but an ant that can be crushed wantonly in the hands of the God.

His public remarks in support of the God of Light will inevitably become the same in the eyes of the God of Light and the Holy Cult.

He can take advantage of the situation and become a master. Even if he will rule the Hua Kingdom with the God of Light in the future, it may not be impossible.

Yuan Chuanzi's remarks were soon unanimously reviled by the people of Huaguo.

"Bastard, are you still human?"

"He is not worthy of being a human being, let alone a Chinese citizen. He should be hacked into pieces."

"Damn it, why didn't God send down a thunderbolt to kill this dog!"

"No, Master Qingdi is about to lose his hold!"

"Whether Lord Qingdi is alive or dead, he is the hero of our country, and I will always be his believer!"

Halfway up the holy mountain, the golden circle of light surrounding Chen Ping has shrunk to the size of a basketball, wrapping around Chen Ping's forehead like a headband.

Chen Ping's face was covered with blood, and his whole body was twitching like an electric shock. It was obvious that he was enduring great pain.

Seeing this scene, Yuan Chuanzi jumped onto the stool excitedly, squatted on the stool like a monkey, and typed wildly.

Yuan Chuanzi was not angry at all for these swearing remarks at him.

"I am a devout follower of the God of Light, how dare you scold me?"

"I remember all the people who scolded me, you just wait for me."

"Sooner or later, I will settle accounts with you one by one, and tie you to the stake and burn you to death!"

"Oh! Look quickly, the hero in your eyes, the boy Chen Ping is finished, he is dead, he is going to die..."

Yuan Chuanzi typed here, and suddenly fell off the stool, his fingers accidentally touched the Enter key, and sent this text.

He hurriedly got up, ignoring his forehead that was smashed by the corner of the table, wiped the blood that flowed down in confusion, and stared at the screen with rounded eyes.

"No, it's impossible..."

Why is Yuan Zhouzi so frightened?

Because after he saw the transparent golden ring strangled into Chen Ping's head, not only did Chen Ping not die, but he turned around slowly, and raised his hand to point to Ai Jielina.

The awe-inspiring aura on his body, the murderous and evil spirit in his eyes, even through the screen, can shock the soul.

Just now, that Aijielina used the great prophecy to utter the truth, and the condensed soul ring entered Chen Ping's spiritual sea.

As a result, this soul ring was a tragedy.

In Chen Ping's spiritual sea, there is not only spiritual power, but also a spirit bottle.

This kind of tonic rushed into his territory, how could the spirit bottle be used to it, and he swallowed it with the opening of the bottle.

It was a bit full of food, and after the extremely condensed soul ring formed by highly condensed spiritual power was digested, countless light spots of spiritual power escaped from the bottle.

After refining the spirit bottle, the consciousness in the soul ring is completely wiped out, and the spiritual power released is extremely pure.

Chen Ping was blessed by misfortune, and the area of ​​his spiritual sea skyrocketed by a large amount.

These pure spiritual powers are comparable to Chen Ping's decades of hard work.

Adeline is miserable.

The soul ring released by her great prophecy is connected to her body by an invisible chain of spiritual power.

Once Chen Ping's spiritual sea is destroyed and his soul dies, then the spiritual power from Chen Ping's hard work will be taken back by her along the chain of spiritual power to strengthen himself.

It's a pity that she didn't expect that Chen Ping had a spirit bottle in his head, and it turned out that he couldn't afford to steal the chicken.

The greedy spirit bottle devoured the soul ring, and sucked it towards Ai Jielina along the chain of spiritual power.

Ai Jielina screamed while holding her head, and immediately fell to her knees.

At the same time, a light and shadow rose from her body, condensing into a new image ten meters above her head.

Seeing the image formed by the condensed light and shadow, countless people gasped.

"Hi~!"

The sound of sucking back and lighting up sounded from all directions.

Not only the people on the periphery, but also the people in the Holy Court.

What kind of thing is this?

It has two wings on its back, and the upper half of its face is similar to that of a human, except that its eyes are sinister and its cheekbones are high.

But the lower half of its face is completely different from that of humans. Where the nose and mouth should be, it is replaced by a huge hook-shaped beak.

Its hands and feet are even more out of the way of humans.

All the way down to the elbows and knee joints are sharp claws.

"This... this is the god of light?"

"No, it's not a god, it's a monster!"

"I understand, I finally understand, no wonder the God of Light's usual statue is blurry, with broken arms and legs, so it doesn't dare to show its true face."

"It's terrible, how can we believe in such a horrible and evil thing!"

Not to mention believers, even many priests in the holy court were stunned by the image of this bird man.

Birdman's strength comes from faith. When faith is absent, and even believers and congregants feel disgusted by it, it is not a matter of the collapse of faith, but the backlash of faith.

All kinds of negative emotions were fed back to Birdman from the original source of belief, and it suddenly let out a miserable howl: "The poison of belief! How dare you!"