The biggest problem in the world, the biggest horror, is the unknown. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It can be as big as the unknown of the future and fate, the unknown of the world, the unknown of history, as small as the unknown of an exercise or secret method, and the unknown of an item to a certain secret realm.

Especially when it comes to the individual, it becomes a problem.

But before that, Ye Zhen rarely experienced this kind of problem.

Because Ye Zhen has two guys around him, Mirage Yuan Ling Ah Chou and Zi Ling, who don't know how many tens of thousands of years they have lived, all of them can be called living fossils and living encyclopedias.

Therefore, many things, even if Ye Zhen doesn't know, but Zi Ling and Yuan Chou can give answers, and even come up with perfect solutions.

But today, the golden water droplets condensed after the outbreak of the faith power of these fanatical Sand people, whether it is the purple spirit or the mirage Yuan Ling, do not know.

However, the only thing the two of them could be sure of was that this golden water bead was the top treasure of the heavens and all worlds, and it was related to the power of creation.

But how to use it, or where it works, whether it is the purple spirit or the mirage spirit Ugly, it is not clear.

This made Ye Zhen a little anxious.

This golden water drop contains an incomparably amazing power, if Ye Zhen's spiritual power is a stream, then this small golden water drop is the raging sea.

If you get a little closer, you can sense the majestic power of the sea, the mountains and the mountains.

This power is so powerful, but when Ye Zhen wanted to try to mobilize this power, he couldn't enter.

Ye Zhen's divine thoughts can be immersed in it, but after the divine thoughts are immersed in it, it is like a mud cow entering the sea, not to mention mobilizing the power in this golden water droplet, even the divine thoughts themselves will disappear without a trace, and they will lose contact with Ye Zhen.

"The subtlety of the power of faith is very perceptive. There are millions of sects in this world, but there are still only a handful of people who can perceive the subtlety of the power of this belief.

At that time, my master crisscrossed several heavens, but he still did not obtain the mystery of this power of faith throughout his life, and finally died and fell, which is also related to the mystery of not obtaining the power of this faith. Zi Ling's voice suddenly became heavy.

In recent years, as the Purple Spirit's body Yuan Ling has recovered, Purple Spirit has remembered more and more things, but the more things she remembers, the more reluctant she is to tell Ye Zhen more.

"However, there are some sects that have been passed down for a long time, but they have this inheritance, such as the Heavenly Temple, such as the Ancestral God Temple, and this Yizhi God Sect, Xiao Yezi, you can explore this aspect. Zi Ling said.

Ye Zhen nodded slowly, Zi Ling's statement should be the most pertinent.

The Heavenly Temple accepts believers and broadcasts faith for the power of faith, and there are so many god kings and gods in the Heavenly Temple, they must know the mystery of this golden water droplet condensed by the power of faith.

But the problem is that under normal circumstances, it is basically impossible for Ye Zhen to know the mystery of this golden water drop from the mouths of the gods of the Heavenly Temple.

However, Zi Ling gave Ye Zhen a direction, that is, this Yizhi Temple.

According to the legend of the Sha people, this Yizhi Temple was established very early, and there was a great war with the Heavenly Temple in history.

It is also unknown whether there is such a transmission of the power of faith.

Ye Zhen also has another direction, that is, the barbarian ancient god that the ** of the Holy Spirit Peak worships.

The Southern Barbarian clan, who can become an ancient god of the barbarian tribe and worship him, has a large number of fanatics, and may have the inheritance of the power of faith.

It's a pity that this barbarian ancient god of the Holy Spirit Peak is still asleep because of his serious injuries, even if he has the blessings of the priests of the Barbarian Spirit Hall day and night, the time to wake up is also a hundred years, and he can't help Ye Zhen for the time being.

In fact, around Ye Zhen, the person who is most likely to understand the power of faith is likely to be Princess Changle.

The inheritance of the barbarian saintess obtained by Princess Changle is even more powerful in creation, and she must have some understanding of this aspect, and maybe she also has the secret of inheritance.

But since it is the secret of inheritance, it is easy not to pass it on, and ask Ye Zhen to be cheeky to ask Princess Changle about the secret of inheritance, which makes women embarrassed, which Ye Zhen will never be able to do.

Since the golden water droplets condensed by the power of faith unexpectedly appeared, in order to explore the mystery, Ye Zhen's plan has changed accordingly.

The thought was certain, and as soon as Ye Zhen's mind was collected, the green brilliance fluttering around him was like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, returning in an instant.

The Wintergreen Divine Tree, which was still rustling just now, finally stopped growing, and only the Immortal Holly Divine Tree whirred in the desert wind.

The kind of life frenzy that had just erupted in a concentrated way also calmed down at this moment.

At this moment, nearly 100,000 people from the Sand Tribe, including the blue-robed priest Patan, all of whom sensed something, raised their heads and looked at Ye Zhen as if they had sensed something.

"God blesses, God makes God mighty!"

"God blesses, God makes God mighty!"

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The cheers of joy resounded like a sea of joys again.

Many of the Sand people looked at the flowers of the Idol Tree like an ocean, and they cried one by one, and many of the Sand people even rushed forward and kissed the flowers of the Idol Tree in full bloom one by one.

Even if his lips and cheeks were pierced with blood from the wooden thorns on the flower of the Sacred Tree of Holly, he didn't care.

This is their dream home, the ideal home they have dreamed of for tens of thousands of years, and it has not been realized until today.

After the ecstasy, those Sand people looked at Ye Zhen's gaze, and they became extremely fanatical, and gathered around Ye Zhen again one by one, kissing Ye Zhen's feet in what they thought was the most pious way.

This is the second time that Ye Zhen has felt the worship method of the sand tribe fanatics, and he can basically accept it calmly.

In Ye Zhen's sense, under the worship of the fanatics, his Yuan Spirit increased slightly, and in his Xuan Palace, the golden water droplets the size of soybeans were also growing at an extremely slow rate.

Allowing these sand clan fanatics to worship him, Ye Zhen's gaze was on the blue-robed priest Patan of the Yizhi Temple who was kneeling there.

Patan, who was in tears, raised his head with some feeling, and the moment he raised his head, his eyes were already calm.

"It was my slackness that blinded my eyes by the dust of the desert, and shook my faith in the gods of the Izhisha Sea, so that I made a blasphemous act of doubting the divine envoys, and caused the incarnation of the gods to suffer.

But after today, my Patan's belief in the god of the Izhisha Sea will only become stronger.

Today, I, Patan, am willing to sacrifice my blood and head to appease the wrath of the god of the Izhisha Sea, and may the god of the Izhisha Sea forgive me for my humble life and let me return to the embrace of the gods!"

After speaking, a blue spiritual power blade condensed out of thin air in Patan's palm, and with a flash of brilliance, this spiritual blade spun and cut towards Patan's neck.

At this time, Patan closed his eyes reverently, quietly waiting for the moment of atonement.

And the people of the Sand tribe who saw this scene also worshiped Ye Zhen with the most pious attitude.

No one sympathizes or stops Patan, only that Patan can be forgiven by the god Yizhi and return to the embrace of the gods, that is the greatest gift.

The green-robed priest Rakshen had already begun to tremble at this time, and even his immediate boss, the blue-robed priest Patan, recognized Ye Zhen's status as a divine envoy, and he had to wash away his sins with his own blood and head.

And what about him?

Patan waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the blade to cut off his head.

The moment he opened his eyes, Patan saw that the blue spirit blade seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier, hovering in front of him, and Ye Zhen was looking at him steadily.

When his heart was decided, Patan folded his hands again and worshiped Ye Zhen in the most pious gesture.

"The people of the gods have suffered enough, and when the glory of the gods shines again on the sand sea, these unnecessary bloodshed sacrifices will be unnecessary.

Patan, keep your useful body, take care of his people for the gods, and shine the glory of the gods in more places, this is what you should do more. Ye Zhen said slowly with a sacred attitude.

In the face of Ye Zhen's forgiveness, Patan did not have too many surprises, and slowly kowtowed to Ye Zhen with an indescribable calm.

Patan knew that he had blasphemed the oracle, and was willing to spend the rest of his life serving by the oracle's side, and asked the oracle to have mercy and give Patan a chance. ”

"The gods will give you this chance!"

As Ye Zhen's voice sounded, the blue-robed priest once again worshipped Ye Zhen reverently, and then slowly got up and stood at Ye Zhen's side with a cautious attitude.

At the same time, Ye Zhen also breathed a sigh of relief.

This god stick is really not easy to pretend.

Ye Zhen didn't expect that the subduing of this blue-robed priest Patan would be so smooth and almost untroubled.

In fact, Ye Zhen still took advantage of the Yizhi Shahai Heavenly God, showed the so-called miracles, and used their inherent beliefs to harvest so many fanatics, not to mention, but also condensed the mysterious golden water droplets.

However, the so-called acting is a full set, and the Buddha is sent to the West, and at the beginning of this big play, a full set must be performed.

In the next moment, Ye Zhen's gaze fell on the green-robed priest Rakshen.

The latter's expression immediately became extremely nervous, sweating like pulp, and hurriedly bowed to Ye Zhen in a pious attitude.

However, Lakshen didn't see that Ye Zhen's gaze had already become extremely cold.

"The glory of the gods did not shine on his people all the time, and his people were shaken in their faith, which is forgiving.

However, for the evil people who oppress and exploit the people of the gods in the name of the gods, this heinous person is a great god, and he should be forgiven.

In the name of the gods, the green-robed priest Rakshen Sha, who oppressed and exploited the people of the gods, was sentenced to death!"

As soon as Ye Zhen's words landed, Lakshen begged in horror, "God spares my life, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore......."

Ye Zhen didn't speak, and it was the three realm king realm powerhouses of the Black Sand tribe who answered him, and they rushed up and captured Rakshen, and then dragged him down.

"Lord Patan, help!"

"Lord Patan, please save me, please......."

Even if Rakshen screamed and died miserably, Patan didn't say half a word, just stood behind Ye Zhen with low eyebrows.

The judgment made in the name of the gods, he has no power and no possibility to change.

Half an hour later, Rakshen's terrible screams resounded throughout the Black Sand tribe.

The punishment of sand devouring is to seal the tortured person from cultivating into hundreds of poisonous insects thrown into the sea of sand, and then bite them alive and die.

Moreover, there are several poisonous insects that specialize in devouring the divine soul, and in the end, Lakshen can't even escape the divine soul.

For a time, countless Sha people were very happy.

Ye Zhen's judgment today is not untargeted.

At last night's banquet, Ye Zhen learned a lot from the conversation with Heiman.

This green-robed priest Lakshen, who guards the Black Sand Tribe, is too bad.

According to the will of the Yizhi Temple, the power of these green-robed priests is used to protect and benefit the Sand tribe.

But Lakshin used it to hold the power of the lifeblood of the Black Sand tribe and put forward all kinds of non-equal requests, and the Black Sand tribe dedicated more than three hundred girls to him.

That's it, Lakshen is not satisfied, and the number of Sand people who were indirectly killed by him is at least more than 1,000.

It's just bad to the bone.

This is the public trial of Ye Zhen's great joy.

"Punish evil and promote good, the road of the world!" Looking at the happy Sha people, Ye Zhenxin felt a heartfelt relief, and his heart was also full of ease and joy.

At this point, Ye Zhen was almost pretending to be a god stick in front of people, and his eyes looked at Hei Man, the head of the Black Sand Tribe.

"Heman, arrange a quieter room, I have something to talk to the priest of Patan. "The blue-robed priest is already the senior priest of the Yizhi Temple, and through him, Ye Zhen should be able to learn more about the Yizhi Temple.

"Your will is everything to your servant Herman, and it is my honor!"

Zhu San didn't say

I have set off this morning, first through Lanzhou, then to Shanghai, and then to Japan, Zhu San is indeed far away from the magic capital!