"It's coming!"

The villagers who were still stranded near the Zhaimen retreated far away in a panic, and their eyes were full of timidity and awe when they looked at Ye Xi.

But some of the villagers surprisingly did not dodge, but instead knelt down on the side of Ye Xi's path with a fanatical and reverent face, and muttered prayers in a trembling voice.

"Great god, you didn't abandon us after all, this must be the divine beast you sent to protect us!"

"Thank you for the mercy of the gods!"

"Thank you, Lord Divine Beast, for getting rid of those demons......"

These few seemed to be fanatical followers of a certain god, so much so that they did not hesitate to give credit to the "god" they believed in after the wolf thieves were dispersed.

They even carried idols with them, placed them a few meters in front of them according to the process of a fixed ritual, and used them as objects of worship along with Ye Xi.

Some of these statues are finger-sized bone pendants, while others are clay and wood statues more than half a foot high.

The materials are different in size, but the shape is similar.

"Huh?"

Ye Xi probably understood the meaning of these people through his spiritual power.

At the same time, he noticed that the carved images of the gods seemed to be somewhat familiar to him.

Although the idols are poorly crafted and almost only have human figures, some of the characteristic things are distinctive.

For example, carrying six wings on his back, and holding a sword in his hand......

"Isn't this the Seraphim of the Martial Spirit Palace?"

Ye Xi reacted in an instant.

"This Martial Spirit Hall has taken great pains to spread its belief in this god to such a remote mountain village!"

He believes that sometimes it is easier to peek into big problems from some small things, and from what he has seen and heard in this remote mountain village, it can be seen that the power of the Martial Spirit Hall is widely distributed.

If its leader had any ambitions, even if he wanted to establish a country in this Douluo Continent, it would probably not be a problem.

In the history of the world in which Ye Xi lived in his previous life, many countries have had heroes who started by such means......

At this time, Ye Xi suddenly remembered a secret that the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm had mentioned to him in the Soul Hunting Forest not long ago.

"Legend has it that there is a miraculous method that requires only enough beings to have faith in someone, so that they have enough faith power, to be able to successfully become a god!

In this way, Tianmeng's conjecture that the Seraphim is the founder of the Martial Soul Hall is somewhat grounded, and the original intention of this so-called Seraphim to create the Martial Soul Hall is probably to spread faith for him and make the humans of the Douluo Continent believe in him.

Wrapping yourself as a god first, and then using this to collect enough faith power, and finally really become a god, is really a good means! ”

The more Ye Xi speculated, the more frightened he became.

He actually has some disdain for this kind of behavior.

With the support of countless believers, this Seraphim God ascended to a high throne and enjoyed the power of faith brought by more believers for thousands of years.

But did He give back to His followers?

At least in the matter in front of him, it was clear that Ye Xi had inadvertently saved the villagers who were kneeling and praying in front of him, and the Seraphim did not help them at all.

Of course, Ye Xi knew very well that all this was just his wild imagination and not convincing.

Maybe this Seraphim was actually a compassionate savior in the past, but he was limited by certain conditions and could not do anything.

Even if he became a god by his own strength......

Ye Xi didn't continue this kind of meaningless nonsense, and ignored the villagers, and walked straight towards the well in front of the village.

However, he was only now refocusing on walking, and it seemed a little too late.

As he passed by a trembling villager who was kneeling down on the road ahead, he stepped on a clay idol in front of him.

"Click!"

A crisp cracking sound followed.

However, Ye Xi did not have any psychological burden because of this.

"I even saved someone's life, what is it to step on a statue of someone's house, just take it back and stick it."

Ye Xi said nonchalantly.

Then he lifted the stubby hind leg on which he had stepped on the clay idol, revealing a mess of stubble of powder.

The largest crumbs did not seem to exceed the size of soybeans.

"Ahem, this idol is too brittle, I'm afraid it's not a fake product."

Ye Xi muttered embarrassedly in his heart.

At the same time, he continued to walk towards the well at the gate of the village as if nothing had happened, leaving behind the villager with a stunned and sad face.

"Why, what's the matter, Lord Divine Beast actually stepped on the statue of the god! This is blasphemy! ”

The villagers clutched their hands tremblingly at the scum that was completely inhuman, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

The scene of the statue being crushed was not only seen by him, but also by the villagers who were watching intently.

"Could it be that it is not a divine beast sent by the gods, but another god of compassion that we don't know about?"

A young villager whispered in surprise.

There were others around him who nodded yes, and even made other similar conjectures.

However, as soon as these words were spoken, they were reprimanded by an old man holding a god's pendant:

"No nonsense! The gods are the creators of this world, the only true god in the world, and where is there another god! ”

Many elderly people and villagers with strong faith also supported the elderly.

For a while, it became a pot of porridge......

Regarding the controversy of the villagers and the turbulent waves in their hearts, Ye Xi did not know, nor was he interested in understanding.

He was now busy rushing to rehydrate.

"Knock knock!"

The well water in this village is really clear and abnormal, which makes Ye Xi feel more comfortable to drink.

After making several buckets of well water in a row and drinking freely, completely relieving the state of dehydration, he burped contentedly, and left this place without hesitation.

He didn't devour the wolf thieves, whose ugly appearance and disgusting habits really didn't give him the slightest appetite.

What's more, the soul power contained in the body of this monster is far more disordered than that of soul beasts and humans, and the degree of confusion is even worse than that of ten-year soul beasts, and it is useless to eat.

……

After leaving the village and continuing to run for two or three hours, the sky began to be a little cloudy and slightly bright, and Ye Xi, who had climbed to the top of a giant tree, saw that there was obviously a touch of fish belly white in the east, and it was not far away from the complete rise.

After careful consideration, he decided to follow the original plan, not to continue his journey during the day, to find a secluded place to hide, and by the way, to recover his physical and spiritual strength.

After searching around for a long time, Ye Xi took a fancy to a mountain stream whose water had long dried up, and hid in the lush bushes at its bottom.