There are millions of people in the huge holy city, but at this moment, it fell into absolute silence, and everyone looked at Ye Qinghan with a flat face in the sky, and their legs trembled uncontrollably, it was really like seeing the devil.

"My patience is limited, you still have ten counts of time, if you can't make a choice, then follow your gods!" Ye Qinghan originally made a temporary decision, thinking of cutting off the source of the power of faith of the so-called God of Light. However, he also knew that the believers of this religion were the most difficult to accept, and after a slight delay, he didn't have much interest, his eyes turned cold, and he said lightly.

The strength of the cultivator has reached a high level, and every joy and anger can lead to a change in the color of heaven and earth. Although Ye Qinghan was only a Yuanying cultivator now, when the killing intent rose in his heart, everyone below still felt a cold feeling penetrating through their hearts, shivering with excitement, and their scalps tingling for a while.

Naturally, no one is counting down, after all, this is not a celebration of the arrival of the New Year. And everyone was secretly counting down in their hearts, cold sweat was dripping constantly, and many people looked in the direction of the Pope, begging, shouting loudly.

"I'll wait, surrender!" the Pope's old face fell into two lines of tears, sighed, and fell to his knees weakly.

The people around didn't know what to say, so they could only prostrate on the ground in unison, kowtowing desperately, and praising Ye Qinghan's greatness with the same set of rhetoric that he had praised the God of Light before. Ye Qinghan didn't care about these things, his divine thoughts conveyed his will, making many believers below who had already lost their minds open their minds.

A mysterious aura enveloped the entire Holy City, and the eyes of the believers of the Bright Holy Sect in the West became a little confused. There seemed to be a long bell in the distance, but it was not so clear, but everyone only felt extremely quiet and peaceful in their hearts, and the negative emotions of fear were constantly dissipating. They seemed to see the morning sun rising in front of them, the sky and the earth became bright, countless colorful birds flying in the sky, countless flowers blooming in front of their eyes, and the tip of their noses could even smell the rich fragrance of flowers.

"Boom!" and the inexplicable beat of the drum sounded in the depths of these people's hearts, and a sense of tiredness appeared in their hearts, and everyone was here

I closed my eyes for a moment, as if I was asleep. Then they woke up to the sound of the bells, refreshed.

[Morning Bell and Dusk Drum], this is a kind of exercise that Ye Qinghan obtained by accident, and the people who used this exercise at the beginning practiced a technique based on the power of faith. At this moment, the morning bell and dusk drum are struck three times, and for those who are caught in the spell, it is like going through three days. And this drum and bell, like a shackle, has been buried deep in their hearts, and from then on, they are Ye Qinghan's most loyal believers.

This way of collecting the power of faith is even more domineering than the so-called God of Light, who doesn't know how many grades higher. You must know that the world of monks is always attacking each other, who has the time to slowly preach doctrines in the world and collect believers like the god of light? What can be solved by a spell is naturally more appropriate to be solved by magic.

The use of this technique on such a large scale was also very expensive for Ye Qinghan, and his face turned slightly pale. After the three morning bells and dusk drums, they slowly fell from the sky, and sat cross-legged on the crystal altar in the center of the square, calmly pranayama. Felena didn't know what the situation was, so she walked up to him with some concern, carefully guarding him.

And those believers who knelt on the ground, after opening their eyes, immediately found the direction where Ye Qinghan was, one by one pious and fanatical, constantly kneeling towards him, muttering prayers in their mouths, more fanatical than the so-called god of light before.

"How could it be? It wouldn't be pretending to surrender and going back to the god of light when he was gone?"

Just a moment later, Ye Qinghan opened his eyes, saw the vigilant Felena, smiled slightly, nodded at her slightly, and signaled that he didn't have to worry.

"From now on, your faith is me, you can call me the Dragon God!"

"We will always be servants of the dragon god, and we will spread the glory of the dragon god all the land where the sun can shine!" Millions of believers shouted loudly, a trace of pure white breath condensed towards Ye Qinghan's eyebrows, and a holy light faintly appeared on his body, as if it was more sacred and majestic than the will of the god of light.

These believers changed their beliefs, and the aura of the Holy City changed dramatically, and countless white phantoms wandered around in panic, their eyes confused, and a little overwhelmed.

Ye Qinghan showed a look of surprise on his face, his figure rose in the air, his fingers swiped in the void, and the portal to another world was opened again. The wandering phantom face showed a look of longing and joy, and it surged towards the portal.

Ye Qinghan didn't expect that there would be so many ghosts here, but he understood in a blink of an eye. The so-called Holy Sect of Light is just better than the Dark Holy See, for the advent of the God of Light, for the appearance of those winged angels, I don't know how many innocent lives died in their hands. In the past, they were suppressed by the power of faith in the Holy City, and they could not be transcended by those holy radiances, but now that these believers have changed their faith, that force can no longer bind them, and it is all revealed.

Perhaps it was the reason why these souls were different, and this time Ye Qinghan had never received the benefits from the Spirit Source Mulberry Wood before. The dew drops on the leaves of the Lingyuan mulberry wood dripped two drops in a row, while the third leaf grew at an extremely fast speed, and the golden words appeared extremely clearly, and the exercises of the Yuan Infant Stage came as scheduled.

The aura on Ye Qinghan's body increased rapidly, and the magical power seemed to appear in his body out of thin air. It's just a short period of time, and his cultivation has been promoted to the realm of the peak of the sixth layer of Yuanying, if he hadn't suppressed it with all his might, I'm afraid that the cultivation realm would be more than that.

There is no Yuan Infant Exercises, his cultivation is in Fangcai, and he is still cultivating according to the experience of his previous life, although the realm has improved, but it is not perfect. Now that he has obtained the cultivation technique of the [Ziwei Void Dao] Yuan Infant Stage, he naturally has to make up for these flaws, if he improves too quickly, it will take more effort to make up for it.

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