Three days, just three days, all voices were silenced. Hu Junyi and Hu Yucheng's father and son were executed, and a large number of Hu family children were demoted out of Fengyuan City, because it was the three elders of the Hu family who jointly attacked, and others had no way to resist it.

Cheng Daonan changed and became the owner of Fengyuan City, that is, the new city lord, Hu Yulang. In the eyes of outsiders, Hu Yulang, the city lord, is just a puppet, and it is Hu Qingniang and the elders of the three major clans who are really in power.

"Spread the order, use all the manpower, and build a statue of the god of the land for every thousand people, according to the household registration in the city, and everyone must visit three times a day. This is the first order since Cheng Daonan ascended to the throne, although it is very strange, but no one questioned it. The third elder and Hu Qingniang led the paper with the image of the god and went down.

Cheng Daonan grabbed some memory fragments of the god, and knew that the other party was a god in charge of the rain and the land, so he came out with a land god.

The true meaning of rain is ten grades, and the true meaning of the earth is nine grades, this god is among the gods and demons, and it is almost at the bottom, at least the qualifications are not very good.

Although Toyohara Castle is called a castle, it is not a small area, and there are many county towns and villages under it, with a population of more than one million. It was a huge undertaking to build one idol for every 1,000 people.

But Cheng Daonan can't control much, whether he can have the strength to defeat the chief manager Yang Ke in two months depends on this move.

"Boom. Not long after Cheng Daonan's order to go out, there was a roar between heaven and earth. There was a hint of red on his skin, as if his body was suffering from the heat.

"Whew. "Abruptly. His clothes were burned, and his whole body was like a cooked prawn. Even with his resolute temperament, he felt a little twitch on his face.

"Humane fire!" Cheng Daonan's will suddenly had a message in his mind. Clearly understand what's going on.

Gods and demons are the protagonists of heaven and earth countless years ago, and they rule over living beings and are high above. Between heaven and earth, all beings must not have their own minds, and are born to serve the gods.

Later, the gods and demons were defeated by many creatures led by the human race, and retreated to thirty-three days away. In this world, humanity has become the protagonist, and many demon beasts and fierce beasts are cultivating to a higher realm. You have to take on a human form, that's the truth. Even the Great Demon Lava and the True Dragon Clan are no exception.

Cheng Daonan, as a human being, actually spread the way of the gods in the city, that is, he is provoking the will of humanity, which will naturally cause the backlash of the fire of humanity.

"Ahem cough ......" It wasn't until an hour later that the humane fire gradually disappeared, and Cheng Daonan's whole person had shrunk into a ball, and at the moment when the fire subsided, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"It's good that I'm just preaching in a city. If you expand the scope to one domain, even if it is a small domain like the Southern Wasteland, you will be turned into ashes on the spot. "Cheng Daonan didn't take refuge in those gods and demons, otherwise. With the help of gods and demons, there is no need to worry about being counterattacked.

He pulled a silver cup out of his bosom and let go of his hand. The silver cup floated there out of thin air. He glanced at it, and there were 1,356 threads connected to it.

In the silver cup. There was a small half cup of milk-like substance, which was full of holiness. faintly turned into a heavenly palace. The sound is fascinating.

Cheng Daonan's eyes shone with divine light, and he saw through all the vanity, and the heavenly palace disappeared, but the holy breath still remained.

"The power of faith is poison to me. Naturally, he didn't dare to swallow the power of faith, once he was contaminated with this thing, his thoughts might no longer be pure, after all, the martial artist practiced himself, and the most taboo was to use external objects, not to believe in gods, not to worship God, this kind of opportunistic behavior is the most important.

He followed the thinnest thread of faith, and a jumble of thoughts rushed towards him. This line of beggar's faith, from the birth of the other party, to the growth, to the middle of the family, all kinds of coherent or broken thoughts are squeezed into this thin line.

When Hu Yuquan was passing by a certain place, he happened to meet a beggar who was begging, so he gave him a few pennies and spread the glory of the gods to him, so the beggar became a shallow believer.

"The gods are above, if only I could have my stomach full. Cheng Daonan frowned, and finally managed to extract a message about prayer from the thread of faith.

The beggar was not really worshipping the gods, but he was so hungry that he had no strength to put his hopes in the ethereal things.

"Come, go to a ruined temple in the south of the city, and give two steamed buns to a beggar with a birthmark on the right cheek. Cheng Daonan's voice came out, although he was a puppet city lord in the eyes of outsiders, but after all, he was also a city lord, and his subordinates did not dare to slack off.

Fengyuan City is very large, and the south of the city is not close to here, but the Hu family's work efficiency is still quite high, and after a quarter of an hour, they sent two steamed buns to the beggar's side.

"Thank the gods, thank the gods. After eating the steamed buns, the beggar was overjoyed and kept kowtowing somewhere. And the thread of faith that he connected to the silver cup instantly became a little thicker, from less than a hair's thin, to like a cord.

"In the midst of despair, can a little vitality be given to stimulate the generation of the power of faith?" Cheng Daonan's heart had some enlightenment, no wonder in the earth, in the scriptures of certain sects, there is always a message of destruction.

Only suffering can be redeemed.

"Next. Cheng Daonan's thoughts turned into a magic sword, cutting off the part of his will that had just come into contact with the thread of faith. The poison of the incense of the gods, even if it is contaminated with a little, is harmful to him.

"Whew. A black-robed man appeared outside him, and there was a cloud of black smoke under him, looking a little ethereal. Suddenly, two lights lit up on the face of the black-robed man, and it seemed that someone had opened his eyes inside.

"My deity can't be contaminated with the poison of incense, so there should be no problem with this Dharma Protector. Cheng Daonan muttered, and the black-robed man circled around the silver cup twice, and the power of faith in the silver cup suddenly boiled, as if something was about to fly out of it.

"Bang. "An incomparably bright spot appeared in the cup, and if you magnify it infinitely, you will find that this is the appearance of a two-handed sword, sharp and unparalleled, and the power of faith is constantly replenished to the sword, making it grow a few points.

"In the future, my trust will fall on this thing. Cheng Daonan's face showed a hint of a smile, and his eyes looked directly at this big sword, and in his eyes, they were all a little sharp. (To be continued......)