Just as Li Qingfeng and Andre rushed to the entrance of the abyss with all their might, a new guest was welcomed somewhere in the wasteland.

A narrow void crack was opened in the wasteland, but surprisingly, there was not a trace of void turbulence coming out of it, which showed that the stability of this crack was extremely high.

Then a pair of white hands came out of it.

The owner of the hand seemed to want to get out of it, but it was clear that the crack was too narrow for him to pass through.

Grabbing one side with one hand, the boundary of the void was actually held in his hand like this.

The void crack slowly expanded to both sides under the action of the two hands, until it could barely accommodate an adult to pass through, and the hands that were slightly flushed from excessive exertion did not stop.

The hand was retracted, and one foot stepped out.

Then a slender figure came out of the crack, and the man came out with a light on his body, and you could see his face, but you could not describe it in words.

But what can be known is that on the surface the man is not very old, nothing more.

After the man came out, the rift was forcibly smoothed out under the order of the plane.

"I smell sin and chaos, what a wonderful smell, and this plane will surely be shrouded in the light of my Lord."

Taking a deep breath, the man had a look of fascination on his face and said something he didn't understand.

The moor was vast, and the man's arrival was like a pebble falling into a great lake, with a slight ripple but no waves.

It's just that in the invisible web of rules, a white dot doesn't know when it appeared on it.

Unlike the silent gray dots, the white dots, although they are also tiny, emit bursts of extremely aggressive light waves, constantly eroding the surroundings.

The distance between the gray and white dots cannot be calculated, and the distance can be extremely close or far away in the web of rules.

It seems to feel the arrival of the white dots, and the gray dots also fluctuate abnormally, exuding bursts of fluctuations like demonstrations.

The man seemed to have sensed something, looked thoughtfully at the direction where Li Qingfeng was, hesitated for a moment, suddenly showed an inexplicable smile, and said to himself:

"Is this a mess for the Law Enforcement Department, or leave it to them to deal with themselves, and spreading the Lord's glory is what I'm going to do."

In the opposite direction, the man walked slowly.

Matched by the vastness of the moor was its loneliness, but the man seemed to be contented, always smiling a little, even though there was not even a beast in front of him.

He never stopped, he never ate, and after walking in one direction for several days, the light on his body slowly faded, and finally turned into a little essence in his eyes.

After walking for a week, he met the first people of this plane, a team of five bronze second-order to first-order slave catchers, who did have the capital to go a little deeper into the wasteland.

"Hey! Friend, have you seen a group of desolate slaves in your neighborhood? ”

A large, stubble-looking man on his horse shouted at the man.

The man looked up and whispered:

"You are all lost lambs, and my Lord is merciful and will show you the way, if you offer your piety."

The voice was very soft, but the five of them heard it very clearly, and one of them approached the stubble and the big man frowned and said:

"Boss, this person is a little weird, let's go, it's better to be careful in the wasteland."

The stubble man looked at the flaxen man with a quiet face, and resisted the urge to whip it over, there are everyone on the wasteland, there is no need to make a feud with this unknown person for the sake of a momentary anger.

Without further ado, the men turned their horses around and rode away in the other direction.

But things were not so good, the man looked at the five people who left, and with a smile that never disappeared, he spoke again:

"Lost Lamb, the Lord has shown you the way, and if you do not follow you, you are guilty! Guilt is judgment! ”

The man stretched out his hand to the five people and pointed in the air, and the last one of the five people who was a hundred meters away suddenly screamed, and a cross mark suddenly appeared on his back, as if someone was holding a sharp blade to break through the leather armor on his body, and drew this deep bone-deep cross mark on his back.

The dripping blood was sprinkled like a stream, and within a moment, the bronze second-order slave catcher was silent.

"Lief!"

Hearing the screams, the four people in front of them looked back and saw the scene of their companions' blood flowing!

"Damn it! There's something weird about that man! Disperse close! Kill him! ”

The stubble man knew at a glance that his companion was dead and could no longer die, and as a bronze first-orderer, he could easily recognize that this was a means of the priests, and only by getting close to them could they live.

"Lost Lamb, when you turn your backs on the light, you have fallen into darkness."

The distance between the two sides was only more than 100 meters, and the speed of the horse was extremely fast, and the man looked at the four people who were galloping, but he was not in a hurry, and his right hand gently drew a line in the air.

The stubble man looked at the approaching linen man, and just as he was about to raise his sword, his head suddenly separated from his body, and blood gushed from his neck as the horses ran.

Looking closely, I found that there was an extra ray of light in the originally empty mid-air, and it happened to be on the way of the stubble man, so it was as if the stubble man had sent his fragile neck to this life-threatening noose with extremely fast speed!

The other three came to the same fate, and in an instant, there were four more blood fountains on the wasteland, generously irrigating the already fertile wasteland.

Some blood stained the man's linen coat like delicate flowers, giving a touch of color to the solemnity of the wasteland.

Without any intention of cleaning the scene, the man continued on his way, as if he had just killed not five people, but five insignificant ants.

But the light in his eyes dimmed faintly after this battle.

Walking, continuing to walk, this is the eternal theme.

For another four or five days, he met more and more people, and more and more blood on his body, until finally a slave catcher fell to his knees after a killing.

He said: "Be godly and not fearful, for the kingdom of heaven will be your dreamland, but not your home." ”

Gently touching the slave catcher's forehead, the slave catcher's pupils suddenly dilated, and a trace of incredible extreme pleasure appeared on his face, and then died.

Walking, walking.

On this day, after a battle, after settling the slave hunter on his horse, the man asked the slave who was on his knees:

"Will you offer your piety?"

"Your will, noble master, is our will."

The leader replied.

The man finally showed a smile that was different from before, put his right hand on the top of the leader's head, and said softly:

"And the Lord says, Whosoever believeth in me shall be saved."

A flash of light flashed, and a scream rang out among the desolate slaves, for the leader of their old faces had instantly regained their youthful vitality!

"Miracles!"

The desolate slaves were prostrate on the ground, shouting loudly, and their voices were full of fanaticism!

And after the battle for days, the originally dim light in his eyes instantly brightened a lot!