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Jiang Luo couldn't believe it. The four little girls looked so soft and boneless, as if they were four delicate flowers. They looked like just four beautiful vases beside the messenger of God, but who would have thought that they had such strength.

The envoy was shouting, "My Lord! My Lord, what are you going to do? Have you forgotten that I spent decades guarding this fire in the Tianji Cave?"

The messenger of God was unmoved. He said, "Yes! So, you are willing, aren't you?"

The emissary replied: "Yes, I am willing. But that's because you promised me that if I stay here and work for you, I can get supreme power and an endless life. You...you lied to me?"

The envoy of God said, "I didn't lie to you. You know that everyone in our Tianji Cave is willing to stay here. You are the purest wood in this cave. You know in your heart that you will be sacrificed, right?"

The emissary closed his eyes and said, "I am so stupid that I don't know what I am doing. So, do you want to sacrifice me?"

The angel asked, "Are you willing?"

The envoy made a sound of pah and said angrily: "You want to take my life, and you expect me to be willing? How can I be willing?"

The messenger of God smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you are unwilling. Look, the people you sacrificed are in the car parked outside. If you are unwilling, then I will give you the car! You know very well how they died. I just don't know what those dead souls will do to you after you die."

The emissary's face turned pale. He knew that if he was really thrown into the hearse, the consequence he would face would most likely be the destruction of his soul.

People have reincarnation. After death, the body dissipates, but the soul can reincarnate again.

As long as the soul is immortal, no matter what your current situation is, you still have the chance to live again.

The God's Envoy was very satisfied with the Church's reaction. He chuckled and said, "Rather than being reduced to ashes, why not become a ghost general under my command? Don't worry, after you die, I will take your soul back to the God's Realm. Isn't that the place you have always longed for? I swear here that in the God's Realm, you are the greatest ghost general under me!"

The emissary finally stopped yelling. He closed his eyes dejectedly and was willing to be carried to the altar by four little girls, standing together with Jiang Luo and the others.

Jiang Luo's spirit cursed behind Fan Wujiu's back: "You deserve it! This is the consequence of being an accomplice to a tiger!"

Fan Wujiu chuckled: "The eight pieces of wood on his body, plus your eight, make a total of sixteen, just enough for this fire awakening ceremony."

Jiang Luo understood that this was the real sacrifice. He asked, "Is this fire so powerful? Can it really revive the Zhuoer Group?"

Fan Wujiu did not answer but asked: "Do you know what this fire is called?"

Jiang Luo said: "Isn't it called Pure Yangyan?"

Fan Wujiu nodded: "It is called Pure Yangyan, also called Yangyan Fire, but it also has an official name, called Samadhi True Fire."

Jiang Luo's mouth opened into an O shape, wondering if it was the Samadhi True Fire that he saw when he was a child?

Fan Wujiu said, "It's the Samadhi Fire, the one in the furnace of Taishang Laojun, and the one that Red Boy spits out. The real Samadhi Fire comes from the human body, but ordinary cultivators only use their own monarch, minister and people fire to cultivate. This cultivation process is very long, and only a few people have succeeded in cultivation in the history of immortals. You should have heard of these people, Nezha, Jinzha, Muzha, Jiang Ziya, Lei Zhenzi, Huang Tianhua, Wei Hu, Yang Jian... and a few others I can't remember clearly. However, if you don't have talent, you have to take shortcuts. If you don't have fire on your body, you can use wood to lead it. If one person is not enough, then bring a few more. In short, put countless lives in it, it should be enough, right?"

Jiang Luo thought, this was indeed Zhuo Erqun's style.

He sighed, "Why doesn't anyone control them? Just let them kill people like this?"

Fan Wujiu said: "Do you know how big the Three Thousand Worlds are? For example, the stars you see in the sky are only a part of the Three Thousand Worlds. Each star is divided and ruled, and generally will not interfere with each other. Once a star has a problem, others will not interfere in the internal affairs of other stars."

It’s like when a country is in civil strife, other countries generally stand idly by and watch.

Jiang Luo thought that although this was cruel, it was indeed the truth.

The priest who was carried to the altar seemed to have lost his soul, but he was actually very pious and knelt respectfully on the altar, as if he had been brainwashed.

Jiang Luo asked Fan Wujiu: "Why is he so obedient?"

Fan Wujiu replied: "If he doesn't want to be reduced to ashes, this is the only way. And what he longs for is the realm of God that he imagines in his mind, whether he is alive or dead."

Jiang Zao looked at the envoy with sympathy, wondering, is that divine realm really as good as you imagined?

That's where Zhuo Erqun stayed. There was nothing but blood and fire there. He used the blood of so many people to sacrifice for his resurrection, and used the lives of so many people to get back his power of the flaming sun. How could it be so beautiful?

Would they all be like that messenger of God, with quadruplet maids serving him and owning their own mansion?

He really over-imagined it.

At this time, the divine messenger had replaced the religious messenger. He sat on the sedan chair, waved his hand and said to the believers: "What are you waiting for? The ritual continues!"

The amazing thing is that these believers said nothing and asked nothing, and continued their sacrificial ceremony as if nothing had happened.

They returned to the back of the altar, and Xiao Shuai slowly poked his head out from behind the big rock and asked anxiously, "You are finally back. Why is the emissary kneeling here? Isn't he the leader here?"

Jiang Luo explained the situation to him, and Xiao Shuai snorted coldly: "If you do too much evil, you will be punished. You deserve it!"

Looking at the emissary's dejected face, Xiao Shuai felt relieved, but it would be a pity to let him die like this with so many dead souls in his hands.

Jiang Luo said: "Don't worry, this Lord God Cult is best at killing the donkey after it has done its job. Do you think they will still be alive after they are no longer useful?"

The evil skills that Zhuo Erqun practices require the sacrifice of a large number of living people.

The sacrificial ceremony continued. The priest was indeed a man of pure wood energy. As soon as he stepped onto the altar, the fire on the Bagua-shaped altar below became even brighter.

Jiang Luo observed carefully and found that the fire did not burn continuously, but instead produced something like magma, which slowly flowed along the altar to the ground.

He guessed that there must be a connection to the fire of the abyss, and the magma should be used to irrigate the fire.

Jiang Luo asked: "Both of our woods are fake, will the fire we make still be effective?"

Fan Wujiu sat on the altar leisurely and answered, "Yes, but it has flaws. However, its function is only to ignite the fire of karma on their side. Once the fire of karma is ignited, the power of the Zhuoer group will be gradually drawn back. Alas, by then, the suffering of all living beings that you foresaw will be almost over!"

Jiang Luo had been aware of how powerful the Samadhi Fire was from watching TV dramas since he was a child, not to mention the power of the flaming sun that was refined using the Samadhi Fire.

Jiang Luo snorted and said, "If you can't get the fire later, I won't see you again."

Fan Wujiu panicked, stepped forward and took his hand, saying, "No, I will definitely get it, but you should think about that condition again. At worst, you can let me go with you on your honeymoon with Huo Yancheng. Is that okay?"

Xiao Shuai, who was standing next to them, immediately pricked up his ears, his desire for gossip burning in his heart, and he quietly moved a step towards them to eavesdrop.

Jiang Luo just snorted and laughed coldly, and said, "Okay! If you can find a way to keep up and not be discovered by Huo Yancheng the whole time, I will let you follow."

Fan Wujiu's eyes lit up immediately and he asked, "Really?"

Jiang Luo crossed his arms: "Really, let's see what you can do!"

Fan Wujiu curled the corners of his lips slightly and turned to look at the messenger of God who was offering sacrifices in the field.

The messenger of God was seen waving the scepter in his hand, as if he wanted to absorb all the wood energy from the three people at once.

The two little spirit boys who were acting had already fainted from crying, while the screams of the priest next to them were getting louder and louder, and the pain was so unbearable that it made one's teeth ache.

The whole process lasted for at least two hours, until a golden light came from underground, and the messenger of God finally stopped waving his scepter.