Xiao Chen first headed west, and then turned south.

Along the way, there was a scene of depression and ruin, and there were several barbarian camps, either people went to empty buildings, or there were dead bodies all over the ground, and there was not a single living person.

Obviously, it was not the bandits who did the evil, because almost none of the dead were able to resist.

It should be the act of the Pantheistic Sect.

Continue on for an hour.There was a smell of smoke and fire in the control.Soon he saw the barbarian tribe surrounded by hundreds of masters.

Dozens of tents were burning, thousands of people were gathered together, their faces were filled with grief and indignation, and women and children cried one after another.

The men's faces were ugly, their eyes were clenched, and their teeth were clenched.

Cheng Da, the Marquis of the Western Bone Capital, led a group of his subordinates and sat on the back of a horse with a smile on his face.

One of the altar masters immediately stepped forward and shouted to the thousands of people, "This is the result of your disrespect for the Pantheistic Religion, and it is only a small punishment, and it is just a small punishment. I have burned a few of your tents.

The words fell, and hundreds of soul masters drew their scimitars at the same time, ready to rush into battle at any time.

The barbarian tribe was headed by an old man with gray hair, and he motioned for everyone to be quiet, and turned his head to look at the altar master who was high up, and said, "It is rumored in the steppe that Pantheism is a very cruel sect, and that murder and arson are all evil, and most of the people who believe in your teachings will not end well. Is this true?"

"Of course not." The altar master's eyes widened: "That's their slander against this religion, the doctrine of this religion is for the benefit of mankind, how can it be a cruel organization."

The old man looked at the burning tent Nunu and said, "Then how to explain it."

"That's ......" The altar master was speechless, annoyed and angry: "Old immortal thing, what do you mean, looking for death, right? The altar master is too lazy to talk nonsense with you, and now there are two paths in front of you, the first is to convert to this religion, everyone is happy, and the second is to ascend to heaven immediately, and you can build another tribe on the side of Lord Yama."

The old man's beard shook angrily, and the other party had no intention of being reasonable.

At this time, a black horse galloped quickly from behind, and the knight on his back was Xiao Chen, the little marquis.

He watched from a distance for a while, and he couldn't help it. What he hated most was to bully the weak.

"Stop here, give your name." The helmsman in charge of the sweep was a helmsman, and with a wave of his hand, dozens of people raised their crossbows at the same time.

The little marquis said loudly: "I am a messenger from Jincheng, to send a message to the Marquis of Xigudu."

"Jincheng is here." Cheng Da raised his eyebrows: "The Marquis of Bengu sent a messenger to Jincheng, why didn't he come back?"

The little marquis replied: "The messenger and the marquis of Jincheng have hit it off at first sight, and he has promised to be our great priest and spread the teachings.

Someone took the envelope, checked it to make sure it was correct, and then handed it to Cheng Da.

Cheng Da laughed after reading the letter: "The people of Jincheng are very active, the chief priest did not send them a great priest, and he actually found a messenger who asked the marquis of his bones to temporarily take the position of the great priest."

"That's because you are well-educated, Jincheng is so obedient, all the credit is to Lord Guduhou." Someone next to him immediately patted on the back.

Xiao Chen echoed: "That's right, the most convincing thing for us Jincheng people is Lord Guduhou."

Cheng Da waved his hand and said, "A messenger, the temporary great priest is understandable, but after all, he is not the material.

"Thank you, sir." Xiao Chen pointed at the barbarians and asked, "My lord, who are they?"

One of the altar owners answered: "A group of blind fellows dare to disrespect their own religion, and they are about to cut them down, so that the surrounding tribes can see the fate of the Pantheistic Cult."

The little marquis immediately volunteered: "Lord Guduhou, it's better to let the villain come forward and give it a try."

"Oh, you have a way to get them to bow their heads." Cheng Da hummed and asked.

The little marquis smiled: "Have you forgotten, my lord, we Jincheng people were also deceived by rumors, and we refused the kind invitation of the Pantheistic Sect, but later after we knew the truth, we chose to worship unconditionally under the leadership of the city lord, so I wanted to use this incident to convince them."

Cheng Da slapped happily: "Okay, I'll give you a chance, if you can convince them, you will have a heavy reward."

"Thank you for your trust." The little marquis turned over, dismounted, and led the big black towards those people.

He lowered his voice and said to the old man, "Let's agree first.

"Young man, we in the Grey Eagle Department are not threatened by anyone." The old man stiffened his neck and said.

The little marquis smiled bitterly: "Anyone will say that, but you must know that there is only one life, and you have also seen it, as long as the son himself says half a word, you all have to die. Listen to my advice.

The old man raised his eyebrows: "You are from Jincheng, I heard that you Jincheng fought a battle with the Pantheistic Sect, but in the end you still gave in, right?"

"That's right, the arms can't be the thighs, and that's a truth that has never changed." The little marquis wanted to tell him that the people of Jincheng did not give in, let alone worship the Pantheistic Religion, but with so many pairs of eyes watching, he could only say, "Old man, you can not care about your own life, because you may think that you are old enough and have lived enough, but you can't let the people of the clan go to Huangquan with you."

The change in the expression on the old man's face showed that his faith had been shaken.

The little marquis continued: "Actually, there is nothing bad about the Pantheistic Cult, at least I believe that it can ensure my own safety, and people can only do more things if they live, isn't it?"

As he spoke, the little marquis glanced at him.

The old man was old and had already realized the true meaning of this look, and he nodded and said, "Young man, what you said is very reasonable, but as soon as they came over, they threatened us, and burned our tents, and everyone was very angry."

The little marquis looked back at the arrogant altar master and said, "Shouldn't you say something?"

"Hmph, what's there to say, isn't it just that we burned a few tents, we killed a lot of people along the way, and that's nothing." The altar master snorted.

Cheng Da frowned.If it weren't for the presence of so many subordinates.He would definitely kick it over.People all said that they were subdued.You actually let me not know how to take a step.Do you really want to force these thousands of people to a dead end.

He took the initiative to speak, "As long as you believe in the Pantheistic Religion, the Bone Marquis will give you some compensation as appropriate, so that your life will be better, but if you don't agree, don't blame me for being rude."

Xiao Chen nodded at the old man, the old man took a deep breath, and said, "We agree, I hope that Lord Guduhou will be the talker, don't deceive us honest people."

Cheng Da saw that they chose to bow their heads, laughed and said, "Don't worry, Lord Ben will cover you.