Fan Dengfeng led everyone through the long, narrow, and complex tunnels for a long time, and after countless attempts and the opening of gunpowder, he finally came to a place similar to a large sinkhole.

However, before he could feel the enormity of the sinkhole, not far away, the crowd prostrate on the ground, making sincere prayers, attracted his attention.

It must have been estimated that there were one or two thousand people, and although they were pale and their clothes were tattered, a discerning person would know at a glance that they were all the gods-worshippers, devotees, and miscellaneous servants of the temple who had disappeared with the witch temple!

"They're all alive!" the footsteps of the crowd caught the attention of the group, and they all got up and looked up, revealing a calm expression of "sure enough".

Before Fan Dengfeng and his subordinates could say hello, they saw the group of people turn around and bow down in the same direction.

"Blessed by the witch god, thank you for bringing us the rescue!"

The people who came out of the tunnel didn't have time to deal with the dust on their bodies and the wounds sent by the gunpowder, and they all looked at a huge shadow in the distance.

In that large area of ruins, there was a statue of a god three feet high.

The statue of the god could not see its face clearly, with a thousand faces and thousands of hands, and its powerful body stood proudly in the ruins, giving people a sense of tranquility overlooking everyone.

"Could it be that the witch god really appeared and saved these people from catastrophe?" Fan Dengfeng felt incredible, and was in deep thought, when he suddenly heard someone talking beside him.

"General Fan!"

Van Dengfeng looked back at the gods, a god servant wrapped in a black cloak.

"You guys......" Fan Dengfeng didn't know what to ask, and was stunned for a moment before he said: "It's good to be safe!"

Accompanying them, in addition to the three hundred soldiers, Zhou Zhengchang and the rest of the people can be regarded as having learned the miracle of the witch god, at this time there is no more respect and humility, and they run up in a hurry, either bowing to the statue of the witch god, or finding relatives to hug their heads and cry, and ask about the situation.

For a while, the quiet sinkhole was like a market, and it was particularly noisy and lively.

Fan Dengfeng asked the soldiers to stand by and walked to a relatively quiet corner under the guidance of the god servant.

There sat a god servant who was also wrapped in a black cloak, but when Fan Dengfeng saw a three-inch long beard exposed, he knew that it was the Divine Envoy.

"Master, General Fan is here. "The servant who leads the way is the first disciple of the Lord of God. He stepped forward, knelt on the ground, lifted the man leaning against the stone wall, and leaned against himself.

"Is the Divine Envoy injured?" Fan Dengfeng had seen this miracle of being safe and sound in the natural disaster, and had already begun to have a sense of awe for the witch god.

"General Fan is not afraid of hardships and dangers, came to rescue everyone, and on behalf of the temple and believers here, thank you in advance!" said in a shabby bellows-like voice.

When Fan Dengfeng heard this, he sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly stepped forward, half-knelt down and asked:

"That's what needs to be done.

What's wrong with the gods, I'm going to send you out for healing!"

The divine envoy leaned on Yu Zhu's shoulder, raised his hand slightly, and slowly shook it twice.

"No need! a person who has already run out of oil and dried up his lamp can survive until General Fan comes, and he has no regrets in this life!

I would like to ask General Fan to bring everyone out safely, a certain ...... Also dumbfounded. ”

When Fan Dengfeng heard this, the divine envoy was obviously a dying child, he suppressed his complicated thoughts, and hurriedly promised: "The divine envoy reassures the adult, and he is determined to protect everyone's safety!"

"Good...... Good!"

The divine envoy made the black hood of the adult slightly click, and the already weak body completely relaxed.

"Master!"

Yu Zhu felt the departure of the divine envoy, completely lost restraint, and shouted loudly.

The voice was poignant and hoarse.

But it quickly spread to every corner of the sinkhole.

"What?"

"The gods have sent your lord away?"

"Master!"

Suddenly, the people who had scattered gathered here again, Fan Dengfeng was a little embarrassed, and reluctantly retreated, vacating the position.

Soon, countless servants in black cloaks fell to their knees and began to sing the temple's elegy for the departed of the gods.

The believers knelt quietly behind, prostrated and said goodbye as the elegy rose and fell!

The quiet elegy echoed in the sinkhole, and gradually, the statue of the witch god standing not far away seemed to feel a slight change.

Fan Dengfeng felt a little, raised his head and looked at the statue, only to see that the thousand faces and thousands of hands actually seemed to be alive and began to move.

He grew his mouth and was about to speak, but the idol moved faster!

Countless arms stretched out infinitely, gradually becoming translucent, passing over the crowd and silently heading towards the corpse of the divine envoy.

"Be careful!"

Fan Dengfeng exclaimed in surprise, wanting to step forward and do something.

But, it's too late!

The divine envoy was lifted up by countless translucent hands.

"Oh my!"

"What's going on?"

The god servants also noticed the anomaly, stopped singing, and stood up in unison, looking up at the divine envoy who was being dragged by countless hands.

"Look!"

I don't know who said it.

And when they looked, they saw that the messenger of God had been brought before the idol of the god of witches.

Like a mother embracing her child, God causes adults to melt into the body of the idol in the blink of an eye.

"It's a witch god!"

"The Witch God has taken away the Divine Envoy!"

"Witch God!"

The crowd knelt down in unison and recited prayers to the witch god.

At this time, Fan Dengfeng has been completely reborn, he is no longer the battlefield killer who does not respect ghosts and gods, but a devout disciple who was inspired by the witch god, he took off the saber on his waist, clanged, and knelt on the ground without hesitation, and threw himself at the statue of the god with a five-body body.

The heavens and the earth are big, it turns out that there are really gods in this world!

Therefore, as long as you are as sincere as other believers, will you be able to fulfill your wishes and get what you want?

Fan Dengfeng suddenly had a new understanding and understanding of his life.

This, it should be, there is a fixed number in the dark!

"Boom ......"

Suddenly, an earth-shattering sound woke everyone up again.

"What's going on?" someone said in a trembling voice.

The earth-shattering earthquake two days ago made everyone suffer an unprecedented shock, and now, I thought I had forgotten it, but why, why did it feel so familiar?

"Earth...... Earthquakes?"

"No! no, look!"

Suddenly, a strong white light emanated from the idol.

Everyone looked up and their mouths grew in surprise.

It turned out that the white light shot directly at the breach where Fan Dengfeng led people into the sinkhole!

"Wow!" exclaimed again.

I saw that under the illumination of the white light, the sound of the mountain shaking disappeared, and the hole that was only half a person tall and was blown out by Fan Dengfeng with gunpowder gradually became larger!

"This is the escape channel that God made the Lord sacrifice himself to open up for us!"

Suddenly, someone yelled excitedly.

At this point, the crowd began to cheer.

"Blessed by the witch god!"

"Blessed by the witch god!"

After cheering for a while, the believers finally remembered to thank the witch god again, but who expected them to turn around and see where there was still a statue of the witch god!

"Oh my God, the witch god is gone!"

At this moment, everyone began to panic.

"What should I do?"

"Don't the witch gods want us anymore?"

"No, no, no!"

There was a bustle and noise in the sinkhole again.

"Everyone, please be quiet!"

Suddenly, Yu Zhu, who had never spoken, stood up.

The god made the lord leave, the witch god disappeared, and Yu Zhu in the temple became the backbone and spiritual pillar of everyone.

As soon as he spoke, everyone naturally closed their mouths.

The witch god blessed us before the natural disaster, but the temple is gone.

Therefore, we must get out of here as soon as possible, and when we find a suitable place to rebuild the Witch Temple, the Witch God will naturally return to us. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, so, folks, the passage that the witch god has opened for us, everyone hurry up and go out, don't live up to the witch god's intentions. Fan Dengfeng was already loud, and at this time he began to play his role.

So, with the cooperation of Yu Zhu and Fan Dengfeng, everyone finally got up and walked towards the passage.

Yes, what Priest Yu Zhu said was right, the temple was destroyed, and the witch god was gone, and there was a temple to rest.

As long as the temple is rebuilt, the witch god will eventually return here and receive offerings from the faithful again!