Yan Fenghuan turned around and glanced at a few people, and then his fingertips swiped in front of everyone's eyes, flashing with silver light.

"Whoa." Then Yan Fenghuan motioned for everyone to look into the air.

A few people looked up and found that there were many light golden "silk threads" in the air, which were drilling into the idol.

"What's that?"

"What God asks, they call the power of faith."

Chen Ni muttered thoughtfully: "Could it be that in myths and legends, immortals obtain such a thing as faith through the incense offered by mortals, is it still true?" ”

"It's out of tune, isn't it?" Engineer Liu Chuanxi pulled his hair a little irritably.

The existence of God is enough for him to reshape his three views.

Do you still want such an illusionical thing as "the power of faith"?

"Huh!" Yan Fenghuan suddenly smiled and looked at Liu Chuanxi, "Well said!" ”

It's really out of tune.

Yan Feng exhaled a sigh of joy, his expression faint.

"It's not like the ancient gods who were born and raised, and the so-called gods in the post-spirit era all have to go through cultivation and take the way to heaven to become gods."

With Yan Fenghuan's somewhat illusory voice, the clouds and mist in front of everyone's eyes were steaming, and the images were tumbling.

A monk starts from the introduction of spirits into the body, and then reaches the path of the ninth order to the heavens, seeking wealth in the danger of the steps, and fighting for his life.

This journey is long and hard, and nine deaths are lifelong.

If you are lucky enough to break through the bottleneck and be crowned as a god, you will be remembered by heaven from now on, and you will turn things around.

But even if it is a god, the life span is endless, and only by constantly advancing can the life be extended infinitely.

However, above the god rank, there are ten more levels.

The level of overturning is tantamount to starting all over again, hovering on the edge of life and death for a hundred years, and it is possible to lose your cultivation and give your life.

Many gods were deterred.

Later, evil spirits arose all over the world, and the gods lived in the major caves and did not ask about the world.

There is a god who accidentally discovered the power of faith generated by weak humans, and can actually become the source of the power of the god's promotion.

With this thing, there is no life and death threshold for advancement above the god level.

So the gods began to set foot on the earth.

With the help of the gods, the demons were naturally quickly repelled.

The gods also got what they wanted.

Kill two birds with one stone, and everyone will be happy.

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help frowning, the original intention of the gods to save the world was completely different from what they thought, and it was also different from what they knew in common sense.

Not because of mercy for the world, but only because it is profitable.

The clouds and mist dissipated, and Yan Fenghuan stood there quietly watching everyone.

"Actually, it's nothing." Chen Ni said calmly, "No matter what God wants, they have saved mankind after all. ”

Human beings need the power of the gods, and the gods need the worship of human beings.

Fair enough.

But—

If this kind of trading is possible, why hasn't it been handed down to future generations? Why is there no trace of the Protoss?

Combined with Yan Wanqiu's words, everyone couldn't help but start pondering.

When Yan Fenghuan saw this, he did not rush them, but found a statue of the god and sat down on the steps at his feet.

Occasionally, she looked back at the dark red brocade-robed statue of the Fire God Monarch, her eyes clear and quiet.

After a while, Ji Pinglong broke the silence.

"Miss Yan, is there something wrong with this power of faith?" He asked, thoughtful.

Yan Fenghuan smiled and nodded, as if she was glad that Ji Pinglong could ask the point, she raised her hand and pointed at it emptyly.

Time began to be sped up.

Autumn leaves fall.

The winter snow has faded.

It was supposed to be the season of spring, and the demons who had been ambushed outside the city made a comeback.

This time, the overwhelming black fog, the hidden stars obscured the sun, and at the moment of dawn, it "swallowed" the entire city.

The blue-black city walls, the sleeping people, the statues of the gods with their consciousness, and so on.

Without exception, all of them disappeared in the sound of sizzling.

When the sunlight could regain its reach of the place, everything turned into scorched earth as far as everyone could see.

The scene was not bloody.

With time sped up, the whole process is also only between two or three blinks of an eye.

Human beings are insignificant in front of the demons with evil fire.

Even the divine consciousness that the gods left in the idol did not even have time to play a role.

"Just now, is it a high-level demon?" Chen Ni spoke with difficulty, and they caught a glimpse of the dark red fire dancing in it.

Yan Fenghuan nodded.

Everyone wanted to ask something, but suddenly there was a swift wind outside the city.

Five figures flew by like meteors.

Three men and two women, dressed in different costumes, but they all correspond slightly to several of the gods that everyone saw before.

Based on the previous impression, it can be roughly divided into five people: Fire God Monarch, Xi Lian Goddess, Zewu Tianjun, Hegu Goddess and Feng Lingzi.

And I have to say that even though these people are all of the highest grade, no one will really be blind to provoke.

Because with their gestures, they seem to have the power to burst the mountains.

This is the true God.

Even if what he saw was only a projected image, even Yan Jing felt a sense of oppression.

Ji Pinglong and the others were ordinary people who didn't practice, and they were really out of breath.

Their bodies fell down in an instant, and they struggled to hold on to their breath so that they did not fall to their knees.

Yan Fenghuan's eyelids jumped, and he put a small array on a few people.

The terrifying feeling of oppression disappeared in an instant, and everyone exhaled a long breath.

"It was my mistake, I forgot about coercion." Yan Fenghuan was a little embarrassed.

A few people straightened up, wiped their sweat, and said that nothing happened.

The sound of a quarrel was heard in the air.

"Lihuo Shenjun, didn't you say that you have wiped out that group of ghosts" The goddess in green clothes Xi Lian sneered, looking at the man in dark red robe next to him.

"Xi Lian, do you want to understand it yourself?"

Li Huoshenjun heard Xi Lian's yin and yang weirdness, and he sneered and didn't back down, obviously knowing why this woman was looking for his fault alone.

Xi Lian is not afraid, she is full of spiritual light, and the heaven and earth behind her are full of water.

Away from the Fire God Monarch's side, the temperature suddenly rose sharply, causing the air to begin to distort.

"I said, two, it's better to find that thing first." A handsome boy hurriedly came up and persuaded him, looking like that he was three points more handsome than the statue of Feng Lingzi.

His persuasion was of little use, but the two gods really couldn't fight.

Because the overwhelming monsters have returned-

It looks like he wants to swallow up all these high gods.

"Hmph, just in time." Zewu Tianjun was still martial, roared, and directly summoned his portable spiritual weapon.

Do not avoid or hide, and the fighting spirit is strong.

He is a golden spiritual root, his divine power is incomparable, and he has just advanced to the second order of the god level, and his destructive power is extremely strong, coupled with the help of spiritual weapons, even many gods of the same level have to temporarily avoid the edge.

However, the demonic mist did not retreat, and directly surrounded him from all directions.

Zewu Tianjun rushed straight into the demonic mist.

However, in the next moment, a miserable scream came from the demonic mist.

It's the voice of Zewu Tianjun!

The secret path of the few people next to him was not good, and the divine power instantly formed a strong barrier and condensed on the body.

He casually waved out a few long chains of flames from the Fire God Monarch, and quickly penetrated into the demonic mist and pulled Zewu Tianjun back.

At this moment, the weapon in the latter's hand was no longer there, and his body was surrounded by dark red, wriggling "evil fire".

In his original divine body, the power of faith like a golden thread also oozed through the wound, lingering around him.

It was probably the first time the gods had seen the fire, and they didn't know how powerful it was, they just waited for Zewu Tianjun to drive the ghost thing away from him.

The divine body is indestructible and extremely self-healing.

But gradually, everyone also discovered that Zewu Tianjun was not only covered in injuries, but also seemed to have something preventing him from healing himself.

The dark red fire deepened his wounds, gradually eating away at the soul, and the golden power in his body was great, wanting to drive away the things that were eroding the soul.

However, the more force he stimulated, the more powerful the evil fire became.

Even the chain of fire condensed from the divine power of the Fire God Monarch was "chewed up" by the evil fire one by one.

The faces of the gods turned completely ugly, and they didn't care much, they stopped watching and made a move in unison.

The mountains are cracking, the lakes and seas are pouring in, and the sky is full of fires.

The movement of their hands was too big, and even if this world was not swallowed by the demonic mist, it would soon disappear as it was.

Under the protection of Yan Fenghuan, a few bystanders barely stabilized their bodies.

However, this time, to everyone's surprise-

No matter what kind of attribute of divine power or attack, the evil fire will not refuse to come, and swallow it all.

However, a few people on the sidelines found that the power of faith in their bodies was constantly overflowing with the battle, merging into the demonic fog.

In the past, the demonic mist had no way to take the divine body, but with this evil fire, they were like maggots attached to the bones, once they were contaminated, they would linger.

Several gods dodged the constantly attacking demonic fog while trying to save Zewu Tianjun.

Eventually, however, they watched as the latter gradually lost its movement and turned into a dark red lump of mass.

The god body was destroyed.

It is also a gold god that has always been known for its defensive power and aggressiveness.

In such a short period of time, it was devoured without resistance.

This is something that has never happened before, even if the others have lived for tens of thousands of years, they are also stunned on the spot.

However, the demonic fog did not stop, and its arrogance soared, overwhelmingly surging all over the world.

As the battle lengthened, these people were inevitably contaminated with evil fire, and the defenses condensed by the divine power on the surface of their bodies were broken.

The tenacious divine bodies were as if they had been bitten by countless small bites, and soon they saw blood, and the evil fire they were contaminated with more and more, and their souls began to be torn apart.

"Damn, why does this thing limit my power!"

"Divine power can't drive out ......"

"I can't recover from my wounds—"

They finally understood why Zewu Tianjun didn't even have time to say his last words.

The gods were pale, and their bodies were crumbling.

Finally, it was the Fire God Monarch who gritted his teeth and threw out a dark green formation.

The space distorted, and several people were swept up in it.

The demonic fog was high, rushing away at an extremely fast speed, but the space that was quickly closed was all blocked out.

After circling for half a day, it let out a strange "roar", which was extremely sharp.