Seeing several Japanese soldiers dead on the ground, and seeing Ye Xuan who turned around, these people did not have the slightest smile on their faces, and even had a little fear.

Suddenly, an old woman sitting in front looked at Ye Xuan, and suddenly knelt down towards him, her face full of dirt and ash with pleading, her mouth squirmed, and she shouted trembling slightly: "Thank you, thank you, Lord Immortal!" ”

At this time, the Chinese people had not completely detached themselves from the thinking of feudal society, and when science and technology were not developed, many unexplained things, the people would think about them from the perspective of ghosts and gods, and just now Ye Xuan not only easily killed a small detachment of Japanese soldiers in front of them, but also performed a trick in front of them to stop the bullet out of thin air, which made them believe that Ye Xuan was a fairy.

"Thank you, gods! Thank you, gods! It seemed that the last straw was caught, and after everyone saw the old woman in front kneeling, they suddenly found sustenance in their hearts, bent their legs, and knelt down towards Ye Xuan one after another, shouting loudly.

Seeing that all the people in the church bent down and knelt down, Ye Xuan frowned, and as soon as his mind moved, an invisible spiritual fluctuation swept out from the center of his eyebrows, like a spring breeze and ripples of water, and his right hand waved slightly.

"I'm not a god, you all get up!" Suddenly, there were some people who were already kneeling on the ground, and some people who wanted to kneel on the ground suddenly felt a gentle force around them, and immediately helped them up from the ground.

But the more this is the case, the more the people think that the young man in front of them is an immortal, otherwise how can mortals have such mana to help hundreds of people up with a wave of their hands, which is something that those masters in Taoist Buddhist temples can never do.

Thinking of this, the eyes of these people looking at Ye Xuan were full of pious worship, and their eyes were no longer as numb as before, but exuding an amazing light.

In this kind of light, Ye Xuan suddenly felt that there was a trace of golden rays in the void surging towards the center of his eyebrows, and these golden rays like silk threads poured into the center of his eyebrows. Without stopping, he rushed directly into the lake where his spiritual power was gathered, and then these golden rays quickly blended with his own spiritual power, and a trace of golden rays appeared in the originally pure silver lake, which was extremely dazzling.

Looking at Jin Mang, who was quickly blending with his spiritual power, Ye Xuan felt that his spiritual power seemed to have undergone some inexplicable changes, but he didn't know whether this change was good or bad for the time being, but he felt that his spiritual power seemed to be more refined, just like before, if he used his mental power just now to make those bullets stop in the air and consume twenty points of spiritual power. Then after those golden mangs were integrated into his spiritual power, if what happened just now, he only needed to spend eighteen points of spiritual power to do what he needed to spend twenty points of spiritual power to do just now.

Ye Xuan's spiritual power looked along the source of these golden mangs, but he saw that these golden mangs actually came out of the eyebrows of the people in front of him, and then passed them on to himself along some kind of mysterious trajectory.

What is it?

Looking at the golden rays that came out of the hearts of the people's eyebrows, Ye Xuan's mind flashed with inspiration, and he thought of a possibility, which seemed a little absurd. But this is the only possibility he can think of, and that is the power of faith gathered by the legendary Buddha and the gods.

However, there was no time for Ye Xuan to think deeply now, because there were still hundreds of pairs of eyes in front of him who were looking at him with awe.

looked at the ordinary people in front of him who were looking at him with hot eyes. Ye Xuan couldn't help but have a headache, if he left these hundreds of people without regard for it, especially now that he had killed six Japanese soldiers, with the brutality of the little devil. I'm afraid that none of these people will survive in the end, and he doesn't want this to happen.

It's just that if he is allowed to take these ordinary people with him. With the current situation of little devils in Nanjing, this will not work, I am afraid that as long as this group of people goes out and the bombers in the sky come, these people will not be able to escape their lives at all.

After pondering for a while, Ye Xuan finally decided to leave these people here temporarily, because it was too dangerous to take these people out now, with his current ability, there was no guarantee that these people who followed him would survive, it would be safer to leave them here.

However, although he left them here, Ye Xuan couldn't let them go like this, he still needed to make some arrangements so that he could leave with confidence.

After making a decision, Ye Xuan looked at the people in front of him who were looking at him with burning eyes and waiting for him to speak, and shouted: "Whoever of you has been a soldier, all of them will stand in front for me!" ”

Hearing the shouts of the "immortals", the crowd rioted, and then more than a dozen wounded soldiers wearing military uniforms of the Republic of China, bandages and guns in their hands came out of the crowd.

Seeing that as soon as these soldiers in military uniforms and guns in their hands came out, Ye Xuan couldn't help frowning, walked in front of them, glanced at them coldly, and scolded: "What are you doing with these guns?" When a burning stick? Why didn't you shoot those Japanese soldiers when they came in just now? Are you still a soldier? Do you deserve the uniforms you wear? ”

Hearing Ye Xuan's scolding, these soldiers couldn't help but bow their heads deeply, just when Ye Xuan thought they were ashamed, a little soldier who looked less than twenty years old snorted, raised his head sharply to look at Ye Xuan, and two tear stains were washed out of his face blackened by artillery fire and dust, "Do you think we don't want to shoot?" I'm out of bullets in our guns......"

Hearing the words of this little soldier, Ye Xuan was stunned, and suddenly reached out to take the gun of a wounded soldier in front of him, opened the bolt and took a look, only to see that the magazine was empty, and there was not even a single bullet.

Looking at the dozen or so wounded soldiers in front of him who were basically wrapped in bandages, Ye Xuan's face changed, he suddenly took a step back, stood up straight, and then bowed deeply to these wounded soldiers, and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, everyone, I blamed you wrong!" ”

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