In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

"Crack!"

Thunder in the day.

The clouds are rubbing against each other, like a giant elephant waving a whip!

A silver snake of lightning tore through the thick clouds and mist, slashed down, and smashed into the crowd below.

"Bah!"

The silver snake is dancing wildly!

There was no wailing at all, only the crisp sound of turning into charcoal.

The farm tools that were excited just now became stiff and motionless. Their originally pitch-black skin turned as dark as charcoal, with faint cracks appearing.

The clothes on his body made a crisp sound and turned into ashes with the slightest touch.

In contrast, the Xia employees who were oppressed, violated and plundered were not affected at all despite the close contact with these farm tools, and their faces were full of confusion and surprise.

"Bah!"

Someone stretched out his finger and lightly touched the farm tool in front of him. The tool instantly lost balance and fell to the ground, like a crudely made glass container, shattered all over the ground and could not be put together again.

Everyone stared at the scene in amazement, some of them couldn't believe it.

Someone turned to look at Zhang Ke who was also stunned and asked stupidly:

"Director Zhang, is this the Tianlei you called over?"

"Damn it, if I had this ability, would I still be here? I would have joined Qinglong Mansion a long time ago."

Zhang Ke, who survived the disaster, swore and vented his emotions.

"This is probably God helping us."

Someone said with certainty.

Some smart people have already taken out their phones and opened the hottest news posts on the Internet:

"Advisor Bai has joined the game himself, and with his flying sword he has subdued all the heroes, and with one sword he has slashed through the nine heavens!"

When he saw this post for the first time, he immediately refuted it:

"God help us, it's obviously Consultant Bai!"

"Advisor Bai? Isn't Advisor Bai in Conani?"

“Haha, that was eight hundred years ago. Now Conani only has one sword, which scares people from other countries.

The person who just made the move was 100% Consultant Bai!"

After saying that, he showed everyone the picture on his phone.

After reading it, most people believed it.

When news came from all over Plantation Continent that a bolt from the blue had appeared and turned the farm tools that tried to do evil into charcoal, they were already amazed.

"The greatest fortune in the world is to have Mr. Bai as your advisor."

And when the local convoy sent to pick them up and take them to Xia State arrived not long after, this admiration turned into deeper gratitude.

Soon, with global mobilization, all flights were arranged to fly to Xia Country, even making Xia Country’s airport unable to handle so many flights at once.

This made the citizens of other countries who were still trapped in the Plantation Continent jealous, and some even wanted to take these flights to Xia Country.

Everyone knows that Xia will be the safest country in the future.

Unfortunately, they were all ruthlessly stopped.

Even if a Korean citizen shouts that he is a citizen of Daxia, it will be of no avail.

After a day and a night, all the people of Daxia on the plantation island were gone.

Even the very few money-grubbers who were unwilling to give up their property were forcibly stuffed onto the plane by the locals.

If you don't get on the plane, they will be struck by lightning.

......

"Who can tell me who this Bai Wu is?"

In the Pentagon conference room, Swelson stared at the practitioners present with his eagle eyes, his wrinkled face full of gloom.

When watching the live broadcast yesterday, some subordinates observed that these monks who occupied the flesh and blood of American people were terrified when they saw Bai Wu swinging his sword.

Then they left on the spot one by one, unwilling to take another look.

Even that night, several people left the Pentagon under the pretext of fleeing.

Seeing Swelson's expression, the practitioners looked at each other, and finally someone smiled bitterly and explained:

"Swelson, I can only tell you that Venerable Baiwu is a great practitioner. We cannot even compare to him."

"Great? How great?"

Swelson pounded the table and roared.

"Is he invincible?!"

“For now, that’s true!”

Those who spoke spoke the truth without mercy.

Swelson's eyes went dark.

It took him a long time to recover.

Looking at these practitioners lying down and admitting their cowardice, he was filled with shock and anger.

Weren’t you so arrogant when you first awakened?

Don’t you think this world is too low-end?

How come a white mist suddenly appeared and became as obedient as a quail!

His chest kept rising and falling, making people wonder if it would explode.

After a long period of calm, Swelson spoke again. He would never allow the glory of the empire to fall into darkness in his hands.

"If you promote the way of faith and pile all faiths on one person, can you defeat the white fog?"

The practitioners exchanged glances.

After being awake for so many days, they have gained a certain understanding of this world and are very surprised at its population density.

In the spiritual world, millions of believers can push a practitioner to the fourth level and touch the threshold of the fifth level.

And the population of this world is far more than one million!

The country they live in alone has a population of tens of millions.

If he could really gain so many followers, he would probably be able to fight him, and even push himself to the fifth level, and crush Venerable Baiwu with a single move.

When they thought of the fifth level, several people's eyes flashed with heat.

That is the realm they dream of reaching!

The one who first spoke replied:

"If we gather the faith of millions of people, we can fight the white fog."

Swelson's eyes flashed, he nodded, said the meeting was adjourned, and left.

This left the practitioners in the conference hall scratching their heads.

Shouldn't the next step be to choose a practitioner to carry the faith? They are also preparing to fight for this opportunity.

How come it ended so senselessly?

At the same time, strange noises were constantly coming from a mansion in New York, USA.

"What's the special thing about Bopomo..."

In the study room on the second floor of the mansion, a handsome blond white young man was holding a spreadsheet and studying hard. He had a sad but serious expression.

"Fuck, the Xia people's language is too difficult to learn!"

After ten minutes, the young man cursed angrily and wailed on his back.

Judging from his face, it was Di Enzo.

But he just complained and started studying again.

"Mud howl, my foot is Di Enzo, my idol is Bai Wu..."

The awkward Chinese pronunciation was quite funny, but for a name consisting of only two characters, he put in all his effort to pronounce the words accurately.

Learning the other party’s language is a crucial step in surrendering!

No matter how difficult it is for Xia Guoyu, as a son of an angel, he will never give up!

Suddenly, the phone on the desk rang:

"...Yangtze River, Great Wall, Huangshan Mountain, Yellow River...My heart of Xiaguo..."

This is the ringtone he set so that only he can hear it, while the other party will only play the song "Bald Eagle Soars Forever".

He just heard this song yesterday and he felt his soul responding to the call.

He couldn't wait to accept the call from the ancient Eastern country.

He picked up the phone:

"Hey, General Swelson, what's up?"

"A trip to the Pentagon? Okay, I'll be right there."

After reviewing the table of initials and finals again, he muttered something to himself and set off for the Pentagon.

In Swillson's office in the Pentagon, Swillson put down the phone and a smile appeared on his gloomy face again.

How could he not know what those practitioners in the conference room were thinking.

Unfortunately, he has completely lost trust in these practitioners.

He had already learned the practice of the Way of Faith from Kong Shi, and this was a method that anyone could practice.

Since anyone can do it, why not use your own people?

You are right, Di Enzo, the angel son of America!