Song Yanbai recently felt that his eyelids were always jumping, and his own brother followed the red-clothed divine master of Qian'an Mansion to the new world, although he had only been gone for a few days, Song Yanbai always felt uneasy in his heart.

This is not a good sign.

As a divine master, in fact, Song Yanbai doesn't believe in intuition very much, as the messenger of the gods, in fact, Song Yanbai himself knows the situation of the gods better than those ordinary believers outside. Believers can become stronger monks with the power of faith, but in fact, such help is not necessary, on the contrary, once the power of faith of believers is absorbed by the gods, it itself is completely tied to the gods.

Although it is certainly impossible for mortals to live longer than the gods, and under normal circumstances, there will never be a large number of deaths for believers because of the death of the gods, but no one dares to truly guarantee such a thing. Legend has it that the battle between the gods in the heavenly battlefield is also very fierce, otherwise there would be no distribution of power among the major gods.

Song Yanbai didn't have much mind to think about what the situation of the Earth Emperor God was in the Kingdom of God or even in the Heavenly Battlefield, he was only worried about his own safety, and even worried about the safety of his own brother, just because he was very worried about the outcome of this battle.

In the eyes of ordinary believers, monks are incomparably powerful beings, and those ordinary believers and monks also think that temples are impregnable, and that as long as there is a temple, there will definitely be messengers of the gods as the most solid barriers. But this is Tianfu, and no one knows when a new continent will suddenly appear next to their territory, and it just so happens that some powerful enemies will appear on that new continent.

This time Song Yanbai had a feeling as if he had encountered a ruthless character, and it was a large group of ruthless characters, when the believers and monks in Qian'an County went out to conquer the new world, although the battle situation outside did not affect the stability in Qian'an County, the believer monks and ordinary people who did not fight in Qian'an County did not know what was going on outside, and even many people were as blindly optimistic as ever that this battle would be won, and under the glory of the great Earth Emperor God, how could the heretics in this land have room for survival。

Yes, there is definitely no way for the infidels to have the last laugh, and Song Yanbai is only worried about these outlaws now that they have to catch some people as backdrops before they die. Now such a thing may happen at any time, it is not that Song Yanbai is alarmist, the miserable white of the monks of Qian'an County in the new continent Song Yanbai knows it clearly, otherwise it is impossible to ask for help from Qian'an Mansion, and even the red-clothed divine master has been sent.

But now that the red-clothed priest has already made a move, the battle should be over by now, although he didn't really know the details of those heretics before, at least he already knew a little, that is, their number is not much, this time the Qian'an Mansion sent a large number of elites, with a red-clothed priest, just to deal with a group of infidels who are not numerous, but can only have some intrigues, they should definitely be captured.

The development of things seems to be very different from what he imagined, and recently the bishop in the temple has also begun to be impatient, he seems to have realized something, but he didn't say it clearly, this damn old man, who has held the position of bishop for so many years, will never die, obviously he may choke his breath at any time and die here, Song Yanbai wanted to kill this old guy more than once, but thinking of the storm-like blow that he might face after killing him, he could only watch this old bishop play tricks again and again。

This time it must be this old thing hiding some secret, it must be like this, Song Yanbai thought angrily, as if he wanted to spit out the turbidity in his heart, he walked out of the temple and planned to go out to breathe.

Unconsciously, he walked to that remote street, this street was originally not uncommon for Song Yanbai to come over, there is no oil and water to fish here, even if it is really good, it is just a small profit, since he was promoted from a priest to a priest, he has already disdained to do such a thing. What his brother said is right, since he is a divine master, he should have the demeanor of a divine master, so as not to be looked down upon by other divine masters in the future and affect his promotion.

It's just that some time ago, I suddenly found that there was a very good business shop here, and the shop pù sold a thing that I had never touched, and the tea called Lingcha was so magical, and after drinking it once, I decided that this was definitely the world's treasure, which was many times better than what pills and the like, not only the price was reasonable, but the effect was amazing. In all fairness, it's no coincidence that the business of this shop called Jing Xin Zhai can be so good.

But good things should always be in their own hands, as the messenger of the gods, how can they be considered competent if they don't find such good things for the gods to worship, the gods may not have time to enjoy this kind of mortal things, and they will help the gods digest it when the time comes, and it can be regarded as the favor of the gods for these ordinary people.

This kind of idea has always been instilled in him by his brother, and Song Yanbai was a little unacceptable to this approach at first, but as the benefits increased and the convenience that he could grasp in his hands, Song Yanbai didn't feel that there was anything wrong with doing so. Man, after trying the delicious taste of power, you will really become obsessed with this thing.

Jing Xinzhai's business seems to have become a lot more popular again, Song Yanbai saw the changes in Jing Xinzhai at first sight, which made him very happy, anyway, fifty percent of it will be their own, the more prosperous they do, the more profit they will make. At the second glance, Song Yanbai found out why their voices were so good, it turned out that the shop next door to Jingxinzhai had also begun to sell spiritual tea.

"Isn't the magic weapon sold next door?" Song Yanbai hesitated a little, turned his head to look at the other side, and saw the shop with the magic weapon hanging on the window: "This is the magic weapon shop, so what's going on with this one?"

Song Yanbai was slightly puzzled, he tried very hard to figure out what he used to do here, but he couldn't remember what this shop next to Jing Xinzhai was doing before. After thinking about it, Song Yanbai simply shook his head: "Maybe they just bought three shops directly." After thinking about this, Song Yanbai swaggered into Jingxinzhai again, and happened to walk into the newly opened shop.

For such a noble priest in Qian'an County, he naturally would not know that this was a small grocery store before, and he would not have the heart to think about who the previous owner of this place was, and whether he was missing or killed now. It's so small and so small that if no one goes to the temple to report it, they won't pay attention to it, and even if they do, they sometimes won't pay attention to it.

It's all trifles.

Song Yanbai snorted coldly and pushed the door in.

There were more monks sitting in the newly opened shop of Jingxinzhai than in the original shop, and the monks in the room saw Song Yanbai who pushed the door out, and the original scene of smiling and smiling disappeared instantly, and the monks sitting at the front subconsciously stood up to greet him one by one. No matter what they secretly thought of these clergy monks, at least they didn't dare to be disrespectful in the slightest.

Song Yanbai enjoyed this feeling in front of him extremely much, which was why he wanted to become a clergyman even after snatching his head in the first place. The difficulties he received in the early years, the grievances he has received over the years are all worth it, wearing the dark color robe on his body, looking at the frightened eyes of these people one by one, the corners of Song Yanbai's mouth couldn't help but rise, and he waved his hand and said, "Sit, sit, I'm just coming over to see." ”

Although the shop is a little bigger, after all, the qiē in the room can still be seen at a glance, and Song Yanbai, who didn't see the seductive proprietress Song Yanbai, felt slightly disappointed. The boss of Jingxinzhai has been forced away by himself, and it is estimated that he will not be able to come back with the situation of this battle, and his brother has already been instructed by himself, so he will definitely not give him the slightest chance to live. It's just that the war over there will not end for a day, and Song Yanbai is unwilling to make the slightest extraneous move. Swallowing hard, he didn't go to the original store of Jing Xin Zhai. Even though he knew that the proprietress who was uncontrollable even with a veil must be in the house, he turned and walked away.

"Let's go back and prepare well to welcome the Divine Envoy, and don't stab Lou Zi during this time. Song Yanbai muttered to himself, turned around and walked out of Jingxinzhai.

But as soon as he turned around, he heard a voice come suddenly: "What kind of divine envoy is coming, let me introduce it." ”

"The matter of the divine envoy is your ......" Suddenly hearing this voice, Song Yanbai just wanted to reprimand a few words, but suddenly a sickle lying across his waist made him dare not say any more.

"It's you!" After turning his head to see one of the two people in front of him, Song Yanbai asked with a surprised expression.

"Of course it's me, you're wandering around my territory, and you'll naturally run into me. Li Mingyang said with a sneer. gave Lin Hui a look, and Lin Hui drove Song Yanbai into his shop that sold magic weapons.

This street is already remote, even if the business of Jingxinzhai is much better, but the timing and direction of Li Mingyang and Lin Hui's appearance are very exquisite, even if there are few people who drink spiritual tea in Jingxinzhai, they can see their actions, let alone for Lin Hui and other monks who are used to killing people, arson, and beating stuffy sticks, it is really simple to hijack a monk who is a heavy spiritual realm.

"Ah, are you back?" Sun Shangxiang felt as if something was wrong just now, and she thoughtfully walked out of Jingxinzhai and saw Li Mingyang, and when she saw Lin Hui, her mouth couldn't be closed anymore.

Li Mingyang put his index finger to his mouth and said softly, "Come in and talk." ”