The body is trembling, but the heart is extremely hot.

Those who were there could hear it very clearly.

Both gods need human believers as a sign of their return.

Anubis won't talk about it.

This mythical god of death already has his own scroll clan and does not need believers and apostles at all.

But Yin Xisi is different.

After a long period of time, the resuscitated Yin Xisi faces a strange world, which no longer has her followers.

There are no believers, let alone God's apostles.

Ultraman's human body doesn't exist at all.

In such a situation, Yin Xisi wants to choose her own believers or apostles, isn't she the first to get the moon near the water?

In such thoughts, everyone has a little ninety-nine in their hearts.

Even the light warriors in those months were looking forward to Yin Xisi's favor in their hearts.

How can the transcendent be compared to the apostles of God!

As long as you become the apostle of Yin Xisi, you can ascend to the sky in one step and have the opportunity to become an existence like the Sun Knight.

That's it?

Who is still trying to visualize the divine form of the moon god and cultivate the extraordinary power!

Lao Tzu wants to visualize the god of magic directly in his mind!

"These people..."

"These people are considered believers of Kong Su, and I am not going to compete with Kong Su for a few mortal humans."

"What's more... The hearts of these people are full of all kinds of desires, and they are not worthy to be called my apostles. ”

Yin Xisi just glanced at them, and quickly withdrew her gaze.

As she said, these upper-class people are born in the mire of desire.

Even the purest person will be filled with all kinds of darkness and desires in his heart.

Status, wealth, power...... These things are the dark side of them that they are born with.

It's like a feast one day.

Do you think it's incredible, and you feel that rich people are too good at playing?

In fact, where you can't see, these people can play more flowery.

Because it was too simple for them.

It's just a small amount of money.

Rich and powerful, the goddess in the hearts of ordinary people is no different from toys in their hearts.

That's how different the inner world is.

"Hehehe..."

Anubis let out an icy laugh:

"But the more people like this, the more they fear death."

"They will do everything they can to please me, and let my doppelganger lead them through the calamities of the underworld to the realm of the dead."

"Life and Death...... It's opposite! ”

Anubis glanced at the men with pity.

The gaze of the gods was like a mountain pressing on their souls, making them feel as if they were facing an underworld that could fall into a catastrophe at any time.

"That's right..."

"Compared to these people, I would rather look for a human being with a simple heart."

Yin Xisi nodded, her gaze spanning the Endless Void.

"Mortal, will you be my apostle?"

"Although your heart is also impure, it lacks many desires that you should not have."

"My will is about to dissipate, and you are my only choice."

Yin Xisi's voice sounded in Panter's ears, which stunned Pante, who was wearing a gilly suit.

…

Is God's voice ringing in my ears?

I'm fucking in love with the goddess of life?

Pant was dazed.

The huge surprise directly made him lose the ability to think.

When Panter's mind went blank, Yin Xisi's voice continued to sound in his heart:

"As my apostle, you need to spread my name among the people and let the power of life and magic blossom."

"Mortal, you... Would you like to? ”

Yin Xisi's voice was gentle.

But as a god on high, in a gentle voice, it is not an inquiry, but a questioning of one or the other.

As Yin Xisi said.

Her will was about to dissipate, and the big one among the short, and Panter was the only option.

It doesn't matter if this choice is good or not.

The apostles are not to the gods what the saints are to the gods.

After all, there is only one real god, Qin Ran, and Qin Ran has the final say in the rest of the settings.

The apostle, to put it bluntly, is God's yardboy.

Some gods like good-looking, some gods like muscular men, and some gods like beautiful young ladies.

But in any case, the apostles were just yards.

One more is not too much, one less is not too much.

Only loyal and obedient horses are good horses.

Otherwise... God doesn't mind throwing out an apostle as easily as throwing out trash.

Of course, Qin Ran has not revealed these things to the outside world.

He would let him receive the information naturally after Pan nodded.

As for him, could it be impossible not to nod?

Scold...... No one can say no to Black Silk!

"O great Yinsis!"

"I am willing to be your apostle on earth!"

"I will be your most loyal servant, and I will let the whole world know the greatness of life and magic!"

Faced with Yin Xisi's choice, Pante didn't even care about the live broadcast that was still on, and hurriedly responded loudly to Yin Xisi.

The barrage exploded all at once!

Some people don't believe it, some people are mocking, and some people are envious!

Of course, there are also people who are quickly locking on to Pante's message.

"I'm ready!"

"I am an orphan, I can abandon everything in the world as soon as possible, and dedicate everything I have to the great you."

Pant excitedly bowed to Yin Xisi's figure.

Yin Xisi nodded with satisfaction:

"I'm looking forward to your performance."

"My Apostle Panter."

With Yin Xisi's voice, a white light fell from the sky, drowning Pante's whole person.

Under the power of the gods, Pant was suspended in mid-air out of thin air, allowing the divine power to transform itself.

He could clearly feel that a white power was beginning to be born in his body.

That power is full of life, and at the same time, it can be turned into a source of magic.

It was the same apostolic power as Mark's Sun Power.

Is that...... The power of life and magic.

Under the transformation of the power of the gods, the positioning of the apostle was naturally known by Pante, which made him feel a lot more urgency.

Having just gained such great power, Pant didn't want to lose it just like that.

While Pant was immersed in divine grace, the two gods gradually returned to nothingness with endless might.

"My descendants... I will always protect you. ”

"But... Don't use my shelter as unscrupulous capital. ”

Anubis's voice, echoing between heaven and earth, seemed to warn humanity.

And on the distant pyramid, a figure of pure gold, the head of a bird, stared at Pante:

"The Chosen One by the Goddess of Life and Magic."

"Is it the same as me... Also an apostle of God? ”

Mark's feet were slightly forced, and the whole person was like a golden meteor.