When a drop of golden water appeared in the palm of the palm of Nahar, the first god of the Sand Sea, Ye Zhen's eyes widened suddenly, and he was surprised. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm sure you're familiar with this thing, right?" Nahar stared at the golden drop of water in his palm, his gaze extremely focused.

It feels like he's not looking at a drop of water, the look in his eyes is like a man looking at a lover who lives and dies and never abandons each other, and he is focused to the extreme.

"The old man can see that you have already cast the Yuan Spirit, and you think that these days, in the name of the gods, you have already obtained a lot of the wish power of these beings, right?"

"The name of this thing is the Wish Power of All Beings?" Ye Zhen asked with an honest nod.

"It has many names, we call it the power of sentient beings, it is also called the power of faith in those ancient books, in the heavenly temple, it is called the power of faith, and in those trading markets of the top light, it is also called the primordial holy water. Nahar said.

"The power of sentient beings' will, the power of faith?'s primordial holy water?" These names made Ye Zhen puzzled, "Senior, I know that this thing should be very precious, but I don't understand, why is this thing the most precious thing in the Yizhi Sand Sea?"

"Whether it is the power of sentient beings or the power of faith, with the process of obtaining it, I can be sure that its generation is inseparable from the countless Sand people in this sea of sand, and the Sand people can even be said to be its producers.

So in any case, the Sand Tribesmen who produced it should be the most precious and valuable in this sea of sand, right?" Ye Zhen wondered.

"From the old man's point of view, your statement is correct. But from the point of view of the Heavenly Temple plotting against the Yizhi Sand Sea, the Sand people living here are the most worthless and lowly.

As long as they occupy the Yizhi Sand Sea, as long as the number of the remaining Sand people exceeds 10,000, it will only take a few hundred years for the population here to break 100 million or even billions again.

They will also be able to gain an endless stream of massive sentient beings' wishes. ”

High Priest Nahar said it very bluntly, but Ye Zhen still didn't understand, or rather, didn't understand.

"Senior, I don't understand, the population of the Great Zhou Empire is as high as 600 billion, and the believers in the Heavenly Temple are at least thirty percent, that is, nearly 200 billion believers.

Why spend so much money to conquer this barren Yizhi Sand Sea, even at the expense of the Divine King Divine Monarch?" Ye Zhen was puzzled.

"Because, in this Yizhi Sand Sea, the will power of all beings is like the sand in the Yizhi Sand Sea, endless!"

Nahar's tone was suddenly full of sadness, as if he was not saying something worth boasting about, but telling Ye Zhen about a tragic human tragedy.

There seemed to be an eternal sadness in that tone, and Ye Zhen's heart hurt suddenly.

"This is the misfortune of this sea of sand, and it is also the greatest sorrow of the Sand people living here, but it is also the luck of our Yizhi Temple......."

Listening to the sad tone of Nahar, the first god of the Sand Sea, Ye Zhen was still a little confused at first, but as scenes appeared in Ye Zhen's mind, Ye Zhen suddenly understood.

The first picture that appeared in Ye Zhen's mind was the miserable life of the Sha people, working hard all day long, but just for a sip of water and a bowl of rice, just to be able to live.

A gale, a sandburst, and a sustained heat can destroy everything they have hoped for survival and put them in a desperate situation.

Then, there was the display of miracles, whether it was the Yizhi Temple or Ye Zhen, which gave them hope to live again.

They regard these beings who give them hope to live as gods, as spiritual sustenance.

They prayed with all their devotion to these powerful beings to bless them, to shelter them, and they were even willing to give everything of their own.

They are fanatics.

It can allow people like Ye Zhen to gain a large amount of sentient beings' wishing power.

The miserable and miserable life, where they receive the slightest benefit, will be offered their greatest gratitude, even worship.

In the end, what appeared in Ye Zhen's mind was a sentence that Lu Li, the creator of the Mirage Dragon Ball, had said that Mirage Yuan Ling Ugly had said.

"May there be no more fanatical believers in this world!"

This is a grand wish, but also an exclamation!

When this voice sounded in his mind, Ye Zhen understood in an instant, and completely understood the sad tone of the high priest Nahar.

In this world, only people who live in a miserable life will offer their greatest devotion and gratitude because of a little hope and gift.

They are the only ones who will be crazy and desperate to believe in their own gods, and give everything, even their lives, to the gods they believe in.

It is only among them that fanatics can appear on a large scale.

In the eyes of the Heavenly Temple, these miserable people are actually plants that can grow the fruit of the wish power of all beings.

What is eaten is suffering, but what is grown is the wish power of sentient beings that even those god kings and gods like very much, the primordial holy water.

It is only in such a suffering environment that they can produce a huge amount of sentient beings' will, the power of faith, and the primordial holy water in this sea of sand.

Therefore, even if they dedicate a large amount of sentient beings' wish power to those high-ranking God Kings and Divine Monarchs, their living environment and living standards will still not improve in the slightest.

Even if they put in countless efforts and changed their living environment with their own blood and sweat, those high-ranking god kings and gods would still make them lose everything overnight.

Because, only suffering can make these Sand people become fanatics and grow more willingness.

At this moment, Ye Zhen understood.

I understood the origin of Lu Li's ambition, the creator of the Mirage Dragon Ball, and also understood where the endless sadness in the tone of the High Priest Nahal came from.

He was grieving for the suffering fate of the Sand people.

"May there be no more fanatical believers in this world!"

Involuntarily, Ye Zhen lightly snorted the ambition of Lu Li, the creator of Mirage Dragon Ball.

This soft sound made the eyes of the high priest Nahar burst with light, and the gaze that looked at Ye Zhen suddenly became extremely strange.

However, the change that surprised Ye Zhen the most was Ye Zhen's Mirage Dragon Ball.

The Mirage Dragon Ball, which had not been quiet for a long time, suddenly shook for a moment, and Ye Zhen's divine thoughts were forcibly pulled inside the Mirage Dragon Ball.

At the same moment, the light and shadow of Lu Li, the creator of the Mirage Dragon Ball, who was dressed in an elegant green robe, with a jade crown on his head, and three long whiskers flying under his chin, appeared extremely abruptly in front of Ye Zhen's divine thoughts in the Mirage Dragon Ball.

Ye Zhen's expression became extremely stunned, everything he has now is not an exaggeration to say that it is all due to Lu Li, the owner of the Mirage Dragon Ball.

Unexpectedly, now that Lu Li, who has fallen, will appear in front of Ye Zhen again.

In the next moment, the elegant Lu left his mouth.