Everyone who prays can hear Chen Xian's voice, but in addition to these "believers" who pray, even those friends closest to Chen Xian can't hear his voice, as if they want to hear Chen Xian's voice and communicate with Chen Xian, then they must use the way of "prayer......

From this point of view, Chen Xian is indeed no different from a god.

He could hear the prayers of those beings in the outside world to him, whether it was a human or another creature, as long as they were willing to show their piety under this miracle and show their reverence for Chen Xian, the "god...... Chen Xian could hear their voices.

"God...... Are you talking to me......"

The old herdsman raised his head tremblingly and looked at the light shining in the West Kunlun Mountains...... In fact, it is said that it is light, and it is not so much an abnormal fountain, it does not spit out water or other liquids from the mountain, it spits out all kinds of light, colorful light that seems to cover all the colors of the world.

With the passage of time, West Kunlun is also about to usher in the night.

If you look at the past situation, since it has reached this point, the sky should have darkened, but now...... The sky was full of "glass shards" that shimmered with colorful light, as if the sky had been shattered by some kind of force, and the space was completely shattered, and those cracks made people look at the heartbeat, but it could not be denied that they were all filled with a strange beauty.

In the eyes of these devout herders, the ancient sky above their heads has never been so beautiful...... Although they do not know who the people who listen to their prayers are, they do not know if the gods who give them answers are the ones they believe in.

No, none of that matters anymore.

As long as the gods are willing to respond, willing to listen to prayer compassionately, willing to manifest themselves in this evil world...... Whoever this god is, he will become the devout faith of these herdsmen, and even stronger than the faith that the herdsmen have passed down for generations.

"Who the hell are you......"

The old herdsman bowed his head again respectfully and reverently, and looked up at the bright sky again, his face full of ravines was full of doubts, but in the midst of this doubt...... It's all a thrill that is visible to the naked eye and hard to hide.

As long as you can communicate with the "gods".

As long as you can communicate with the "gods".

As long as you can witness the power of the gods.

So whether it is these superstitious and uneducated herders, or those in the big cities who have undergone higher education and believe in science...... In the presence of such gods, they will unreservedly give their most devout and fanatical faith.

"Who am I?"

Chen Xian's voice became confused, as if he had forgotten his identity for a while, and he thought for a while before giving the herdsman an answer.

"My name is Chen Xian."

At this point, Chen Xian's voice completely disappeared from the herdsmen's minds, and the "fountain" that led directly to the starry sky of the dome began to become smaller and smaller, until it completely disappeared into the West Kunlun Mountains......

When all this calmed down and even the sky returned to its original color, the herdsmen who knelt down in the mountains slowly got up......

"Living Buddha!! It must be the living Buddha in the mountains!! Some herders cheered so excitedly.

"Maybe a descendant of the Queen Mother of the West...... Maybe it's the gods! Some of the old herdsmen speculated, after all, they had heard all kinds of legends about the Queen Mother of the West since they were children.

"No...... Not a living Buddha...... Nor is it a descendant of the Queen Mother of the West...... He is truly the God of mercy......"

The herdsman who spoke was the old herdsman who had the most communication with Chen Xian, and he was not as eager to get up as the others....... After the "miracles" had disappeared one by one, he thanked the gods in earnest for their willingness to listen to his prayers, and then prostrated himself three times reverently.

According to the old tradition of these herders, the three prostrations also have a different meaning.

A prostration, representing one's reverence for God and devotion to faith.

The second kowtow means that you are willing to listen to the teachings of the gods and are willing to follow the gods to practice.

The three prostrations represent one's willingness to reflect in front of the gods and repent of the sins he has committed.

Although none of these herdsmen knew who the god who shook them was, they were willing to offer their most devout faith to Him......

At this moment, the miracle disappeared completely, and the herdsmen gradually calmed down and began to discuss this "god of the world" who was revived in the West Kunlun Mountains.

It was only at this time that the fanatical herders discovered something unbelievable.

In fact, it was not only humans who were impressed by the power of the gods, but also the animals in the mountains.

Whether it is the cattle and sheep dogs domesticated by the herdsmen, or the wild animals in the mountains, such as antelopes, rabbits, rats, yaks and so on...... They all fell to their knees, their foreheads pressed against the ground, as if to pay the highest respect to the unknown god.

"Miracles...... The gods are finally coming back to this world......"

The old herdsman looked like a madman, waving his cane in his hand excitedly and feverishly, and cheering with tears in his eyes.

"Look at these animals!! Even they will be bathed in divine grace!! This resurrected god must be the god of mercy!! ”

"Quick!! Let's go up the hill!! Maybe we'll see that God with our own eyes!! ”

At the same time, the people in the mountains were also deeply shocked by the previous miracle, because they felt that this event had exceeded the limits of their imagination...... I thought that Chen Xian was just receiving the reward and then becoming stronger, but what is the truth?

"This ...... What the hell is going on......" Lu Yisheng said inarticulately, obviously shocked to the extreme, "The sky shattered...... The galaxy backs up...... Everything is revived...... Damn, even that stake that burned the fire has sprouted again!! ”

"It's a miracle."

Zhuge Jing looked at the cliff not far away, his eyes were both surprised and excited, because he had already seen the hope of being able to kill No. 1.

Chen Xian...... He's not just getting stronger...... It's definitely not that simple...... It's really my big brother......"

At this moment, Mr. Skeleton fell to his knees on one knee and without saying a word struck a strange pose towards the cliff, as if he were praying some strange prayer, muttering some ancient language that he did not understand.

"Brother Bone, what are you doing?" Li Daosheng asked curiously.

"Pray."

Mr. Bones turned his head slowly, and a smile that was easy to see on his fleshless face.

"Do you need me to bless you?"

“......”

Everyone was silent and looked at each other for a while, and no one dared to talk nonsense at this juncture, because Mr. Skeleton's behavior was so strange that it was even so strange that people couldn't help but doubt it...... This bone spirit can't go crazy, right? But he didn't seem to be stimulated by anything!

"Became ......"

The old liar looked straight at the cliff, as if he could see Chen Xian in another space through the entrance, the muscles on his face continued to twitch and spasm, and it took him a long time before he showed a brilliant smile to the extreme......

"My grandson is really good!! It's done!! It's finally done!! Hahahaha!! ”

"What has become??"

Seeing that the old liar was happy like this, everyone couldn't help but come forward and ask, after all, the old liar had a deep relationship with Chen Xian, maybe he knew how those visions came from before, and judging by his reaction, he seemed to know some of Chen Xian's situation at the moment.

"Your good friend Chen Xian...... He's really as good as his name...... I'm going to become an immortal...... No...... The word immortal is not enough to describe ...... When he has mastered his own power...... By that time......"

At that moment, Mr. Skeleton interrupted the old liar's words suddenly, holding the ancient burning blade in both hands, and whispered reverently and fanatically.

"Resurrection from the blood of the gods...... O god born into the world......"

"Hahaha! Right! God of the earth! ”

The old liar laughed happily, and his wild and wanton gesture made people look sideways.

"The blessed land of West Kunlun carries too many ancient myths and legends...... But those legends are far worse than those of my grandson......"

"Start today...... He is the biggest legend of West Kunlun! ”