‘These prayers?’

Feeling the sounds that are constantly gathering, Yuan Qingwei looks to the outside with the power of the Pure Land Spirit House, which has been rooted in this world. The first thing to do is the scene in the cave. About 50,000 or 60,000 people are crowded in more than a dozen huge caves, either praying, crying, and more of them are waiting numbly.

The thought continued to go outward, and saw the lord here fighting with a terrible monster.

The monster was very large in size and looked like a small mountain of meat. The scarlet blood and flesh that had been peeled off were exposed to the air, and it was spitting out white air. Looking closely, you will also find that there were human faces on the scarlet flesh and blood. Their facial features were almost empty, and the white air that was spit out from their mouths.

Those white qi seem ordinary, but in fact, the mixture of yin, dead and evil qi, which is highly corrosive. Even if the monsters are in these white qi for a long time, they will be gradually corroded, and the monsters that are corroded and weakened will be swept into the holes by the white qi and become the resources for the meat mountain.

Therefore, when facing this monster like a mountain of monsters, many monks guarding the cave were always restrained. Many magical powers and magic were used, but before they even fell on the other party, most of them were melted by layered white energy.

Yuan Qing frowned slightly, trying to mobilize authority to help the other party, but was surprised to find that although he had condensed the kingdom of gods and divine power in this world, he had no corresponding authority or person.

This is the first time he encountered this situation. You should know that the way of gods is actually order, authority, and responsibility. The honor of gods lies in the authority they hold.

Whether it is the faithful gods who rely on the power of incense and vows, the ancient gods who control the origin of the world, or even the gods who rely on their bloodlines, the reason why the gods who have a higher status than the rest of the people has a better starting point lies in the authority of the gods.

But now, Yuan Qingwei cannot feel the person given by the world, nor can he sense his own authority.

This is a very abnormal thing. After all, authority can come from the granting of the world, and it is also the condensation of incense and vows. Logically speaking, such a rich in incense and vows here should have one or two embroidery forms of authority just like the embroidery of the Kingdom of God. But the fact now is that there is no extra authority within the Jiuxiao Jinshou.

"I can understand that there is no authority granted by the world. After all, the nameless Taoist was guilty of heaven, but why is there no authority condensed by humanity's vows? " Yuan Qing thought about it and then did not understand the reason. He thought about it and mobilized the authority of the rest of the world, trying to exchange it with this world, and condense a weak authority.

But unexpectedly, this world absorbed the principles and principles given by Yuan Qingwei, but there was no feedback at all.

‘Is it because of the influence left by Wuming Taoist?’ After trying two or three times, Yuan Qingwei was a little confused about the reaction to the will of the world. If he blames Wuming Taoist, then he should be punished after realizing his heir to Wuming Taoist.

If you choose to forgive, then some feedback should be given according to the characteristics of fairness in the world's will.

But now, after taking advantage of the benefits, he didn't do anything, which really made Yuan Qingwei not know what to say.

After trying it once or twice, Yuan Qingwei, who had no feedback at all, felt the gradual stalemate of the outside world, and was too lazy to guess the idea of ​​the will of this world. Relying on the Godly Realm evolved from the Hero Soul Hall, strands of divine power turned into a multitude of light wheels surrounding Yuan Qingwei, covering the remaining spiritual aura on his body, and took one step forward and came outside the cave.

At this time, the battle outside the cave was in a stage of persistence. One second ago, a monk was killed by a monster, and the next second, a monk disappeared with hundreds of monsters. Among them, a middle-aged monk was wearing a hole in the body, with tongues, arms, and tentacles in his eyes. On it was a monster with eyes rotating.

This monster is very strange. Anyone who is stared at by its eyes will be subjected to a mysterious mental impact.

Although this middle-aged monk is not bad at all, his long-term mental impact also made him feel a little numb, so he was seized by the other party and trapped by tentacles covered with eyes.

The middle-aged monk's eyes were fierce, and his magic power began to reverse in his body, trying to use his own death to take away a group of monsters.

Suddenly, a ray of divine light appeared, suppressing the rolling magic power in his body. Then a figure who could not see clearly his face and clothes appeared. As layers of light bloomed on him, countless mysterious seal scripts appeared in the halos after round, like huge millstones, crushing all the monsters approaching.

"God? This divine power..." The lord noticed Yuan Qingwei's existence as soon as the divine light appeared, but when he saw the layers of light, he still couldn't help but show his surprised gaze.

But soon he had no mind to pay attention to Yuan Qingwei's existence. A huge human face appeared on the meat mountain, which represented the hollowness of his mouth wide open, revealing an internal scene full of mucus. Similar to the flesh wall in the mouth, sarcoma grew on the flesh wall, and it quickly broke, revealing a twisted figure from it, with only the upper body figures. The lower body of these people was still buried in the flesh wall. After the upper body was formed, it continued to lengthen, like tentacles, grabbing the slightly distracted lord.

The lord had a lot of combat experience, and most of his attention was left on the Roushan. When he saw the figure that looked like a tentacle, he waved his hand and a ball of golden red flame exploded in front of him. The nearby monsters did not even hum, but turned into ashes under the illumination of the flames. The tentacles rushing over were like moths that were flying into fire, without causing too many waves.

"Go!" The lord pushed the flame forward in time, and the flame that was beyond his control expanded rapidly, and instantly covered the earth ahead. Roushan seemed to feel the threat. Countless white mist sprayed out from his mouth, constantly compressing, forming a milky white liquid surrounding Roushan.

The flames burned, and reacted violently with the milky white liquid, and countless gray-black stenched.

"Dang!" A thick bell rang out, and then countless lights appeared on Yuan Qingwei's body, intertwined into a huge illusionary treasure bell, hanging above the Meat Mountain, shaking gently, scattering rays of light, forming a light curtain to cover the entire Meat Mountain. The golden and red flames burning in it were like a layer of oil were poured on the light, becoming more hot and bright.

The milky white liquid on the surface was quickly evaporated, and the huge body was burned to shrink a little. The exposed flesh turned into coke, and the meat mountain was pounding the hanging light curtain of the treasure bell like crazy.

Yuan Qingwei calculated the time and took back the three fire light clocks in the phantom of the treasure bell, but at the moment when the light curtain was broken, it detonated the golden and red flames in it.
Chapter completed!