"I'm so hungry!" Ao Jiaojiao squatted on the ground, and said to Yin Feiyang with a wrinkled face.

Yin Feiyang was also hungry at this time.

He hadn't felt this hunger in hundreds of years.

Of course, this taste is definitely not worth nostalgia.

This reminded him of some memories that were still unforgettable, even though they were a long time ago... It wasn't a great memory.

"Wait! I can't hold it anymore, so I'll quit the world. In this situation, we continue to dry up... It doesn't make sense!" Yin Feiyang said.

Although he was very unwilling, in such an unfavorable situation, it was too difficult to break out and gain life in the midst of the heavy encirclement of the disciples of the Demon Sect.

What's even more difficult is that even if they escape, there is no way to open the transcendent path of this world, and under the premise of not being able to break the seal and release the cultivation, it is impossible for their group of people to live too long under the invasion of monsters in the dark night.

After a while, the Demon Sect seemed to have finally welcomed back a little food.

Despite this, there were quite a few people who made a lot of noise and cheered.

"Elder, nothing in the river or on the ground can be eaten, and there is radiation. Only by digging into the ground can you dig something. Everyone will have something to eat, and there is a problem with drinking water... I tried filtering a bottle of water, which may have tasted a little weird, but it didn't cause any adverse reactions for the time being. Zhao Tianwolf, who successfully brought back the food, said.

Murong Yun listened while chewing on the dry and hard, long-dead cassava root, and said, "Not bad! You are doing a very good job, eat something, take a rest, and then pass on the experience of finding food to everyone." Let more people go with you to find it!"

Saying that, Murong Yun hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Raise the fire and put these tree roots in the fire to roast." Try to bake it as much as possible to taste slightly better. The elders eat first, and then let the disciples share a share after eating... Don't be ignorant!"

The second half of the sentence was obviously addressed to an elder like Xue Wuliang.

The dead cassava root was thrown into the fire, and gradually a peculiar fragrance permeated the crowd.

When the night falls again, making the clouds hanging low in the sky even more gloomy, this fragrance seems to have a hint of happiness called 'happiness'.

The righteous monks kept swallowing their saliva.

But he tried to turn his head away from the food that was being baked in the fire.

Yin Feiyang touched Ao Jiaojiao's little head and gave her an encouraging smile.

Then he lowered his head and began to think of a way out.

As everyone knows, Ke Xiaoliang, a disciple of the Demon Sect on the other side, has already arranged a 'story' for them.

"The current cultivators of the two realms of righteousness and demons are seriously unbalanced in their development within the Huzhong realm. That's not good for me. But I can't be too obvious... So the next plot is up to you to unfold! With this confidence, it depends on whether you can pull down your face and use the message to negotiate with the Demon Sect. If you don't even have this bit of flexibility... Staying in the Huzhong realm will only block me, so it's better to clear it out as soon as possible and replace a group of people with it. Ke Xiaoliang looked down at Yin Feiyang at this moment from the perspective of God, and thought in his heart.

Yin Feiyang buried his head, but found that in the soil under his feet, something seemed to be shining with silver light.

He didn't immediately take action and dig it out, but stepped on the soles of his feet without moving.

Wait for the night to get deeper and deeper, the sky is dark, and although the firelight is flickering, it will blur the surrounding light.

Then he reached out and dug up on the ground.

Without much effort, he dug out a silver cross and held it in the palm of his hand.

"It's... Cross?" Yin Feiyang recognized it with his hand, feeling the touch.

In that cave, he had also seen the cross, so by touch, he recognized it.

Inexplicably, suddenly a sentence appeared in the bottom of his heart.

A phrase that often appears in that 'diary'.

"Merciful Lord, forgive me for my sins, Amen!" Yin Feiyang said in a very weak voice.

"What?" Ao Jiaojiao, who was squatting next to Yin Feiyang, heard a little, and then asked in surprise.

"No... Yin Feiyang was about to explain, when suddenly the silver cross burst out with a wave of energy, enveloping him and pulling him to a specific time and space.

When Yin Feiyang fixed his perspective again, he found that he was already sitting in the church.

Because of his petite stature, he was blocked by a tall chair.

Yin Feiyang was about to move his body and check his surroundings when he suddenly heard the sound of someone talking.

"The Lord has sent down an oracle that He will choose to die, to walk into destruction. Use your own death to bear all the sins of the world. Bury the last hope in the world and wait for people to redeem themselves. After tonight, we will all be unbelievers, for the Lord in whom we believe will no longer exist. An old, frail voice said.

"Why?

"Isn't God omnipotent?"

"Why didn't He save us, why did He let the world go to ruin? The weapons of the vile, the depraved, could never kill Him, even if they hurt Him. A younger voice said with a hysteria that penetrated into the bones.

"He can create and destroy everything in the world, but He cannot completely control the hearts of all people. The destruction of the world is not His choice, but our own choice. Just like more than 4,000 years ago, the flood was not His choice, but our own choice. ”

"Because of the Flood, the Lord bore the sins of mankind, so he must incarnate as a Son, experience suffering on earth, and return to heaven. ”

Now, too, the Lord allowed himself to be killed by men, that is, to bear the sins of men with his body and death. I hope that I will use my death to take away all my sins. The old archbishop said.

Yin Feiyang hid behind the chair, but he was a little confused when he listened.

After all, there are a lot of allusions that he doesn't understand.

He just heard a rough idea.

"So, this time there will still be the birth of the Holy Son, and after the birth of the Holy Son, sooner or later, we will be able to welcome back our Lord?" the young voice asked.

The archbishop sighed, "Perhaps! If we wait until the sins of the world are completely cleansed, when people clearly recognize their mistakes, the Son will step on the thorns, stand out from the crowd, rekindle the flame, and exalt Heaven. ”

"Matthew, I'm dying! I'm going to go with the Lord to the land of everlasting time. ”

"And you must persevere! Wait for the Son to come and appear, for the people to wake up and repent, for everything to come back to life, for new shoots to grow on the dead oak tree... ！”

"Matthew, hold firm in your faith, even if we don't have a Lord... Matthew... ！”

In the empty church, it seemed that only the archbishop's old voice was left, constantly echoing, and finally faintly inaudible.