The day passed quickly in the midst of the sacrifice. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

That night, Chen Ming didn't move much, but silently increased the investment of divine power, so that night, many people dimly sensed a god in their dreams, incomparably tall, incomparably majestic.

At the same time, Chen Ming also gave orders to some more devout believers to secretly preach among the tribes and spread their faith in all directions.

Sensing the surrounding forms, Chen Ming was not in a hurry, but did those things silently every day, responding to the prayers and calls of believers. As these months passed, faith gradually became precipitated by time, and began to appear thick and cohesive.

At the same time, Chen Ming also deliberately increased his induction in this tribe.

In ordinary times, only more devout believers are qualified to comprehend and use divine arts, and under Chen Ming's special release of water and even taking the initiative to give it, ordinary believers can almost comprehend one or two divine arts as long as they are a little religious. And even if he is just a shallow believer, as long as he prays in his heart, Chen Ming will definitely respond, so that he can sense the brilliance of the gods. If you ask for something on the day, it will be foreshadowed in the night, and it will be very effective.

Over the past few months, the number and quality of believers have increased by an unknown number of notches, and even entire tribes have been talking about the gods of nature.

However, although the results were impressive, as time went on, the High Priests' side began to feel that something was wrong, after all, they were not blind and could not be ignorant of the changes in the entire tribe.

But at this time they are also powerless. They did not have time to contain the seeds of faith when they were first planted, and when faith blossomed and bore fruit here, it was too late. In the entire tribe, nearly half of the people believe in Chen Ming directly or indirectly, no matter how high the authority of the high priest is, no matter how strong the power is, at this point, can he still kill all these people.

Even, the other party did not realize the seriousness of the problem at all. Under Chen Ming's prohibition and containment, no one in the tribe could use divine arts, and this kind of transcendent power was not displayed in front of the high priest's eyes. The other party didn't even know at this time that these ants in his eyes had developed into a force that was enough to overwhelm him in the past few months.

Under a high mountain, Chen Ming stood at the bottom of the mountain, quietly driving above the tribe.

In the sky, the tenacious and pure white light gradually converged, dispelling the calamity and resentment that had enveloped this place for hundreds of years, and even, surrounded a black blood-red qi fortune, leaving no gaps.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but smile, sensing the divine domain that had been established at some point, looking at the blood-red aura in the center of the tribe, his eyes were cold.

"It seems that the time has come. ”

Sensing the continuous blessings given by the surrounding divine domains, and then looking at the blood-red qi that had been unconsciously weakened in the distance, Chen Ming couldn't help but smile, and then walked forward, step by step.

He walked forward step by step quietly, and on the outside, he looked like an ordinary tribesman, but there was a layer of divine light on the outside, indicating his extraordinary. He seemed to walk very slowly, but in fact he crossed an unknown number of meters in one step, and in a few moments, he came to the center of the tribe.

It was night, and above the central altar, bonfires were burning silently, and there were several guards watching, their eyes sweeping in all directions.

However, the strange thing is that he is clearly wearing a ghostly light, walking straight from the outside, so conspicuous, but the people around him are blind, as if there is no one in this place.

And as he got closer and closer to the altar, he saw a light emanating from his body, gradually getting brighter and brighter. In the end, under a clear breath, a teenager emerged under the ghostly light.

This young man is heroic, unusually handsome, his face is calm, and the whole person stands there, looking extremely extraordinary, it is Chen Ming.

At this moment, he stood beside the altar, looking at the altar, there was a faint light in his eyes, as if through the isolation of the partition, he directly saw the world below.

But it is true, in Chen Ming's eyes, below, a black space is sandwiched with thick karma, quietly sleeping. This is the divine domain of this ancestral spirit.

In other words, because there are no gods in this world, it is naturally impossible to condense the true kingdom of God. However, this ancestral spirit body is a tribal totem, and it has enjoyed its faith and blood sacrifices for countless years, so over time, the ancestral spirit itself can open up a miniature space, equivalent to a small divine domain, to accommodate itself and its subordinates.

Chen Ming looked at it intently, although this divine domain was small, it was filled with a blood red, and at the same time, in the divine domain, the faces of countless yin spirits could be faintly seen, and then gradually disappeared.

These are the efforts and clansmen who once died on the blood sacrifice, and after being devoured by the ancestral spirits, only some residues remained, attached to the associated divine domain.

Seeing this, Chen Ming frowned, and then, his whole body turned into a ray of light, ignored the partition covered at this time, and rushed down directly.

At the same time, several guards around looked at each other, as if they vaguely sensed that something was passing by, but they didn't see anything, so they shook their heads and continued to stand on guard.

Below, Chen Ming only felt a bloody light faintly coming from the front, and in the blink of an eye, he had already come to a ruined palace.

He looked around and was surprised.

As far as I could see, it looked like a medieval manor. Although the area is small and looks a little barren, there is no such bad scene as he imagined.

When he looked up again, he saw a manor in front of him, although it looked old and dilapidated, it did not match the overall atmosphere of the outside tribe at all.

Judging only from the appearance of the building, then the tribes outside can be said to have just stepped into civilization and are still in the primitive stage. And here is already a fully fledged civilization.

Chen Ming was suddenly a little puzzled.

You must know that in the realm of the gods, although it is not like the outside world, the construction of its internal environment and the transformation of scenery cannot be formed automatically. It must be shaped according to the intention of the master of the Divine Domain. And in order to achieve the scene in front of him, this ancestral spirit must have been in contact with such buildings for a long time as a human being, and even the owner of this manor, otherwise he would not be able to make such a real scene.

"But, is it possible?"

He quietly walked into the manor, looked at the buildings with another mature style around him, and said silently in his heart.

"This ancestral spirit has enjoyed the sacrifices of this tribe for at least hundreds of years, and hundreds of years ago, was there such a mature scene?"

He thought of the hardships and backwardness of the people of the tribes outside, and the rows of houses that seemed to be hundreds of years backwards in comparison. So, with a hint of doubt and a hint of surprise, he quietly watched the scene around him.

It's a big manor, I don't know if it's already that big, or if it's become bigger because of the owner's heart. Chen Ming stopped all the way, slowly admiring this rare scenery.

The scenes are very realistic, proving that the owner was very familiar with these scenes during his lifetime. It's a pity that in the end, it is in a crude god realm, and some places cannot be perfected.

In some places that seem to be captive livestock, growing vegetables and fruits, etc., the sky above it is empty, and there are no people in the huge manor, which brings a touch of weirdness and dead silence.

Just like that, he stopped and stopped, and along the way, the ancestral spirit did not fluctuate in the slightest, and was obviously in a deep sleep. But as Chen Ming walked near a tall building, finally, the master of the Divine Domain was completely awakened.

Above, a blood-red qi as thick as wolf smoke fluctuated violently, carrying a strong karma. At the same time, under the induction of Chen Ming's godhead, in front of him, a tall figure stood up, as if sensing Chen Ming's breath, and a pair of blood-like pupils opened violently.