"Sect Master, all the more than 900 cultists in the west are missing!"

The sect leader sat motionless on the fire in the main hall, as if he had not left for a day or a night. The missionaries who came to pray silently bowed their heads and waited for the master's reply, but there was no sound in the main hall, and it was so quiet that people were frightened.

After a few moments, Bishop Huang, who was standing in the hall, waved his hand and motioned for the missionary to leave.

When the missionary met the leader for the first time, he was inevitably nervous, but at this moment he was finally relieved, turned around and walked out, but he was suspicious in his heart: "The leader and the statue sitting on the top of the main hall undoubtedly did not react to his words. Is it because I can't say it well? Or why ......" This missionary joined the Divine Cult not long ago, and he still did not know the style of the Divine Cult, and at this moment, when he saw the situation of the Divine Sect, he thought that the power of the Divine Cult had long been sidelined, and the Sect Leader had been overthrown by several bishops.

"What's your name?" said the missionary, who was about to step out of the main hall, when the leader suddenly spoke, his voice as warm as spring, magnetic, and fascinating.

When the missionary heard this, he immediately turned his head back and knelt down in front of the main hall: "Return to the sect master, and the subordinates are called Chang Gui." ”

"Always return, what a good name, often return home, often return. It seems that your family is very concerned about you, and I hope you can come home often. ”

"Back to the Master, my family is dead!" the missionary's voice suddenly choked, I don't know if it was because the leader mentioned his family that reminded him of his sadness, or if the leader's voice naturally had a tear-jerking magic.

"Oh?" the sect leader sighed slightly and sat up straight: "What happened?"

The missionary never dreamed that the leader of the sect, who was worshiped as a god, would ask about the family affairs of such a small person as himself, and the doubts in his heart suddenly collapsed, and he replied in a trembling voice: "Three years ago, the Hedong earthquake killed my family...... The villain escaped death and was saved by the brothers of the Cult of God...... That's when I started joining the Cult of God......"

With a simple question, the missionary naturally began to confide in him.

"The land east of the river, that's a very rich place, ...... Earth Spirit Heroes...... It's a pity!" The sect leader changed his hand to support his cheeks, and his body that was originally sitting upright was a little sluggish. "As far as I know, that's the territory of Daomen [Yuqing Gate], why didn't anyone come to the rescue?"

When the missionary heard this, he breathed a fierce sigh: "Rescue, when did those monks care about the life and death of us mortals? We live, we die, they won't even blink an eye!" and ......" The missionary stopped talking.

Bishop Huang snorted, revealing a pretended serious look: "In front of the sect master, you know everything you have to say, how can you swallow and spit out?"

The sect leader stopped Bishop Huang: "In the Divine Sect, everyone is brothers and sisters, if you have anything to say, don't have any scruples." ”

The missionary's accommodating and cordial attitude warmed the missionary, and he mustered up the courage to glance at the leader behind the fire. The face of the Sect Leader hidden in the black robe was not clear, but the missionary seemed to meet the Sect Master's kind gaze and spring-like smile. In this instant, the missionary seemed to have received an oracle, and his voice became firm: "And my subordinates heard that the great earthquake three years ago was caused by the Daomen monks' fighting methods. What kind of natural disaster? In fact, it is a man-made disaster! In the eyes of the Daomen, we are just the most inconspicuous ants, what is the use of life? It is not a pity to die. ”

"The avenue is ruthless, and the people in the Daomen naturally don't understand what love is. The leader stretched out his right hand, lifted it up in the air, and helped the missionary up: "You are brave enough to face the naked reality, and wise enough to know where the light is. Are you willing to sacrifice for the sake of light?"

The missionary felt that he had been praised by the sect leader, and at this moment he felt that even if he died, he would die as heavy as Mount Tai, so he said without hesitation: "For the sake of the sect leader, although I have no regrets!"

"Not for me, but for the sake of the Divine Cult, for the sake of thousands of disciples like you in the world!" the sect leader paused. "Of course, it's for your own sake! Remember, death is not an end but a beginning, the beginning of your path to the kingdom of God!"

"Yes!" the missionary began to accept the master's command, and then saluted reverently, and turned away without hesitation.

"Sect Master, there is no way to do it when he is often returned, you let him save people? Can it be done?" Bishop Huang couldn't understand the sect leader's intentions. "Bishop Hao did not do enough to protect those hundreds of believers, and should be severely punished. But the Fire Raven Guardian Heavenly General has already gone, so he must be able to succeed, do you still need to return often?"

The sect leader chuckled, "Fire crows can't save people. Don't say that a heavenly general, even if a few guardian gods go together, they may not be able to fight the group in the west. Bishop Hao did a good job, I asked him to protect himself first, and he did a good job. If you are allowed to go, you must fight hard with the other party, but you will miss my big thing!"

Bishop Huang was so frightened that he immediately knelt down: "The sect leader is angry, I shouldn't guess the sect leader's intentions. ”

The sect leader waved his hand: "When have you been so cowardly, let Chang return, don't underestimate the will and strength of mortals, they are sometimes more tenacious and powerful than us!"

"Yes!"

Hundreds of miles away on the edge of the wasteland. The old trees are faint, the yellow sand puddles, and the contrast between the earthy yellow in the distance and the dark green in the distance. To the north is an endless desert with almost no grass. To the south, there is an endless sea of trees, which stretches endlessly, occupying the mountains and fields. On the dividing line of the two landforms, there is a small mound, behind which there is a small oasis that is slightly recessed, and a stream that is too small to be small flows around a few small trees scattered in the forest, and then suddenly disappears.

Although the hill is not high, it just holds the north-south traffic artery. It must be easy for mortals to defend and difficult to attack, and for Xiuzhen, it is an excellent place for arranging formations.

"Liu Daoyou, you really have you! We have chosen such a good place! As long as we intercept the cult members, it won't be long before they will have to come to the nest, and then we will take advantage of the situation to rescue the people!" Feng Fuqin was very satisfied with Li Hong's arrangement. The hollow behind the hill was used to temporarily house the followers of the Body-God Cult. The area on the east side of the hill connecting the main road between the north and south was used by Li Hong to set up the formation.

Half a day's kung fu has already repelled four attacks from the Body God Sect. The people who came from the other side are getting stronger and stronger, but they are always helpless.

Duanmu Youlan floated in the air, looking faintly at the grumbling mortal cultists underground. They are dedicated to the Divine Cult, with the most pious vision and the greatest courage, they are not afraid of high mountains and long roads, nor are they afraid of demons and monsters, but they are afraid of the few monks who suddenly came out and kidnapped them, for fear that they will be taken back to the Central Plains, and they will not have the opportunity to see the leader of the Divine Cult.

Sitting on the hill, listening to the discussions of those disciples, he was puzzled: "Obviously it is a cult, why do these disciples follow it so desperately......? What a fool......

Qu Yang was extremely impatient, she looked at the incomparably beautiful Duanmu Youlan for a while, and then frowned and looked at Li Hong's formation. Sometimes I would complain a few words to my four teachers and nephews, and sometimes I would scold the piano twice in the air. I don't know why, she suddenly became bored in her heart, and faintly felt that Nishang couldn't be saved. I was distraught when I suddenly heard someone among the more than 900 believers shouting, "You wicked people, the five gods will definitely punish you!"

Qu Yang suddenly became angry, jumped up three feet high, and shouted: "If you say it again, I will kill you!"