The spring water that gushes out of Chaoge City is the water of the Qi River that Su Yuan brought from the ground.

In order not to be suspected by Jiang Ziya, Su Yuan did not introduce the river water into the city from the original waterway, but stored all of it underground in Chaoge.

Even if Jiang Ziya suspected the source of the spring water and traced the broken mouth of the Qi River, he would not be able to find the hole at the bottom of the Qi River, let alone the tunnel that rushed from the ground for dozens of miles and poured into Chaoge.

Jiang Ziya was bent on occupying Chaoge, so he would not easily throw the poison powder on the edge of the Qi River into the river without conclusive evidence. After all, once the Qi River becomes a poisonous river, Chaoge will become a dead city, and it will be useless to take possession of it.

And the phrase "Thanksgiving to the Holy King" was temporarily remembered by Su Yuan when he saw the rioting people in the Holy King's Mansion just now.

People cannot live without faith, and this is exactly what religions in the 22nd century, 3,000 years later, use to rally believers.

And the sentence "Thanksgiving to the Holy King" is exactly Su Yuan's reference to "Amitabha" and "Amen", and uses this simple sentence to draw out the power of everyone's faith.

Sure enough, as this sentence continued to sound in Chaoge City, the power of faith poured out from everyone's bodies.

Although the power of faith is small, but when it is gathered together, it is not trivial, it is the power of faith inspired by the 100,000 soldiers and civilians of Chaoge who have been reborn in the realm of dying and are grateful to Su Yuan.

Every time you drink a sip of sweet spring water, a wave of faith comes out.

These powers of faith floated above Chao Ge and converged above Su Yuan's head, and by the light of the setting sun, even mortals could see that a white cloud suddenly appeared in the sky that was so large that it enveloped Chao Ge.

In the eyes of mortals, it is a white cloud, but in Su Yuan's eyes, it is a mass of power containing incomparably powerful power.

100,000 Faith Powers!

Su Yuan forcibly suppressed his excitement in his heart, raised his head and stared at the sky, and opened his arms.

There were more and more power of faith gathered in the sky, and it seemed that the entire heaven and earth could not contain it, and as Su Yuan opened his arms, the power of faith finally found a place to flow.

The huge white cloud immediately spun and condensed into a tip above Su Yuan's head, forming a funnel that was large at the top and small at the bottom, surging into Su Yuan's body.

Su Yuan's body was like a spring rain ushered in by the land that had been dry for many years, frantically absorbing the power of faith.

Da Luo Jin Immortal was a top-notch existence among ordinary monks, and every time he broke through the first order, he needed an incomparably huge amount of strength.

These tremendous powers require years of practice and meditation, absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, before they can be accumulated little by little. Especially for a person like Su Yuan who has just broken through the beginner level, the power required is even more vast.

But with the surging power of 100,000 beliefs, Su Yuan felt that his empty body was instantly filled like a ball that was full of air, and even the excess power could overflow at any time.

Su Yuan didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly sat down cross-legged, concentrating and calming, and quickly guided the powerful power to turn into his own cultivation.

A powerful force rushed in Su Yuan's body, washing and transforming Su Yuan's body, and strengthening Su Yuan's cultivation.

At this time, in the entire Chaoge City, the words of "Thanksgiving to the Holy King" came and went, even Shang Rong, Bigan and others, after drinking the spring water sent by the attendants, couldn't help but sigh "Thanksgiving to the Holy King!"

The power of faith continued to gather in the void, and it continued to pour into Su Yuan's body.

Absorb, transform, and ......

Re-absorption, re-transformation, and re-strengthening.

Su Yuandaluo's cultivation at the beginning of the year rose as quickly as a rocket.

Time passed little by little, and the sunset had already sunk to the bottom of the mountain, and the sky was full of stars hanging in the night sky.

Then the stars shifted, and a touch of morning light rose from behind the mountain.

Just when the first rays of sunlight illuminated the earth and swept away the coldness of the night, I saw Su Yuan's eyes suddenly open, and his eyes were full of light.

At the same time, I saw a loud sound in Su Yuan's body, as if dozens of huge drums had been beaten in the valley, "dongdong" sounded.

The sound of "dong dong" came faster and faster, and it reached the extreme in an instant, and then I saw Su Yuan's cultivation suddenly rise upward, and a powerful cultivation broke out, and a light wind rolled up in the entire Chaoge City.

The breeze flew out very fast, and the retraction was faster, and between coming and going, only the fragrance was left in the song city.

At the moment when the light breeze retracted Su Yuan's body, the golden light of Su Yuan's body flashed, and the powerful cultivation of the middle level of the Great Luo Golden Immortal immediately condensed in his body.

Su Yuan stood up slowly, although he was still the same Su Yuan at this time, he looked very different, his eyes were blazing, and his eyes were bottomless.

Su Yuan was overjoyed in his heart, and he immediately felt that his six senses were clearer and his divine sense was stronger. I couldn't help but open my mouth to the sky and let out a long howl.

This whistle was full of breath and soared into the sky.

Looking at his body at this time, Su Yuan secretly exclaimed. At this time, he realized that it turned out that it would take such a huge amount of strength to break through from the beginner level to the middle level.

And after breaking through the middle level, Su Yuan was able to realize that to break through from the middle level to the high level, the strength required would be dozens of times as much as it is now. It is conceivable that to break through from a high-level to the Great Perfection and to a demi-saint, the power required is even more terrifying.

It is senseless ignorance and fearlessness, if Su Yuan knew that it would take so much strength to break through the realm of Da Luo, he was afraid that he would not be so happy when he agreed with the Tongtian Sect Master for ten years.

However, when he broke through this time, Su Yuan found that there was a trace of golden light in his body.

The ordinary power of faith is pure white, just like ordinary vitality, and this golden light looks much more powerful than the power of faith.

Although Su Yuan felt the power of the golden light, he didn't know what this golden light was.

In fact, this golden light is a power of merit that is more powerful and pure than the power of faith.

Although the power of 100,000 beliefs is strong, it is not enough to support Su Yuan's breakthrough through the realm of the middle level of Daluo, and the power of merit that saved the lives of 100,000 people is the key to Su Yuan's breakthrough.

Just as Nuwa created people, she became holy because of merit!

100,000 merits are not trivial!

Since he didn't know what the golden light was, Su Yuan simply stopped thinking about it, and looked up and forward, but couldn't help but be surprised.

At this time, the morning sun had risen, and the golden light sprinkled on the earth, and I saw tens of thousands of people kneeling densely in front of me, and these tens of thousands of people included soldiers in armor, ordinary people, and in front of these tens of thousands of people, there were Yang Ren, Zhao Qi, Lu Xiong and other civil and military officials.

Surrounded by Shang Rong, Bi Gan, and Huang Feihu, King Xuan stood in front of him, and he was also extremely respectful.

Seeing that everyone was covered with dew, Su Yuan knew that everyone had been here to accompany him all night, and he couldn't help but feel moved and unbearable, and hurriedly said: "It's really a shame to let you accompany you all night." ”

With a smile on his face, the King of Xuan said, "The Holy King saved the lives of the people of the whole city, not to mention one night, even if it is a year or ten years, it is nothing. ”

Shang Rong nodded slowly and said, "The grace of the Holy King, we will not be able to repay our deaths." ”

Hearing this, Yang Ren and the others all shouted: "Thanksgiving to the Holy King!"

Tens of thousands of people also shouted: "Thank you to the Holy King!"

With this call, the power of faith poured into Su Yuan's body again, although it was insignificant compared to the 100,000 merits, but it made the cultivation that had just broken through the middle level of the Great Luo Golden Immortal rise slightly again.

Su Yuan was overjoyed in his heart, as long as he reoccupied the Central Plains, more and more people believed in him, and it was not an extravagant hope for him to break through to the half-saint within ten years.

Thinking of this, Su Yuan raised his hand and said in a loud voice: "The evil enemy soldiers are coming to the city, breeding war for no reason! Although my Dashang is not warlike, he is not afraid of war. Now, if we still don't fight, I'm afraid that we will be bullied by Xiqi riding on our heads! I ask you, what should we do?"

Although it was only a few short sentences, the 100,000 soldiers and civilians in front of Su Yuan were all bright-eyed and burst into fighting spirit.

Just when Su Yuan's last word was still echoing in mid-air, he saw tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians standing up at the same time, raising their right hands high, and shouting in unison: "Fight-"

(End of chapter)