Chapter 6510 the crisis of the main **** Zeus

A group of villagers quickly gathered around.

Because of Qin Yichen's small move, great changes have taken place in these villagers.

They changed their past depression and cheered up again.

Because they knew that they were not abandoned by God.

Once they were so lost and helpless, now they are so loyal to Qin Yichen.

Even if they know that the believers owned by the Lord are the only ones.

Even if they knew that even if the Lord had a godhead, they would still be struggling in the future.

But this is enough.

No matter how great the difficulty is, they will try to overcome and stand firmly beside Qin Yichen.

Because they are scared.

Without the blessing of the Lord of Light, they can only huddle in this deep mountain.

Exploited and squeezed by a monk who broke in by accident.

I don't know how many years it will take to meet the Lord of Light again, and tell them with actions that they are not being abandoned by God.

It is the existence that is really needed by God.

"We have to do something!"

"We can do something for the Lord of Light."

Sai Lao glanced at the two who were still fighting, then suddenly turned to look at the **** statue.

Suddenly, a touch of firmness appeared in Sai Lao's eyes.

"Yes!"

"Let's go to the position of the idol now! I implore the idol to hand over the godhead to Lord Guangzhu!"

"As long as we are pious enough, we will definitely be able to impress the godhead!"

However, as soon as this proposal came out, everyone's mood suddenly cooled down.

To condense the Godhead, this is already a great miracle for them. Now, let the Godhead take the initiative to belong to the Lord of Light?

Even Sai Lao himself, who said this, felt hopeless.

The godhead is not conscious, he can't distinguish everything around him, he can only allow others to absorb it.

Wanting the Godhead to actively seek out the Lord of Light is tantamount to idiotic dreams.

The villagers calmed down for a moment.

But the next moment, they saw Qin Yichen retreating violently in the sky, looking like a miserable sight about to lose.

The fat man gritted his teeth.

"I don't care how little hope is, this is the only thing we can do."

"I can't watch Lord Kuangzhu lose!"

The fat man ran away on the spot!

The villagers looked at Fatty's plump body, and then glanced at the silent idol in the sky.

The villagers took action one after another.

They don't even know what to do to help Qin Yichen, but now they are more willing to do it first.

All the villagers came under the idol and looked at the phantom in the sky. The fat man pretended to be guilty and reached out to grab the outermost white flower.

What you can start with is illusory.

Nothing.

The fat man was in a hurry again.

"What about Elder Sai!"

Sai Lao was late in coming, and before he could take a breath, he knelt directly on the ground.

"God bless!"

"Please also give the Godhead to Lord Guangzhu!"

Sai Lao's pleading, everyone raised their heads and looked towards the sky.

The villagers knelt down one by one, praying to the phantom of the sky.

If someone is watching from a distance, they will find that countless brilliance is rising from the villagers.

They poured into the phantom of the sky.

As time passed, the light and shadow slowly stopped wandering aimlessly.

He looked down at the believers.

"God has not yet come, but God has acquiesced."

After speaking, the huge phantom suddenly moved, and the phantom instantly appeared behind Qin Yichen.

The illusory palm slammed into his chest, grabbed a white halo, and slapped it into Qin Yichen's back.

At that moment, Qin Yichen was stupid.

What the **** is this?

I am here to amuse my opponents, explore the use of the power of faith, and suddenly put this thing on myself!

Qin Yichen was really speechless, turned his head and glanced at the huge phantom.

On that familiar face, Qin Yichen could still see a sense of relief, as if something important was finally taken care of by him.

The godhead surged wildly in the body, like a wild horse running out of the bridle, without giving Qin Yichen time to react at all.

The movement of the spiritual energy was blocked, and Qin Yichen's body suddenly froze in the air.

If it weren't for being unable to control his body, Qin Yichen just wanted to teach this guy a lesson.

Do you know what **** and indulgence are?

Do you know the importance of intelligence!

Does this guy still need me to deal with it all? Isn't it obvious who is teasing whom?

As his eyes gradually dimmed, Qin Yichen was speechlessly plunged into the process of absorbing and fusing the godhead.

And the man in black was also silly for a second.

There was a heart-piercing roar.

"why!"

"why!"

"God, how come!"

"This is impossible!"

The man in black roared hard.

He borrowed the power of the blood **** today, and if he could not bring back the tribute as promised, everything about him would become the blood god's nourishment.

The blood **** is also one of the evil gods.

They are not soft-hearted gods, whether for believers or mortals.

Now that the godhead has been swallowed by people, the man in black suddenly spouted a mouthful of blood.

"Sir Blood God, I, I have important information!"

The man in black is still trying his best to show his value, but unfortunately, the blood **** did not respond.

The blood mist backlash, flesh, soul, and everything that could be used to repay the blood **** was swallowed.

A few star fields away, in a dark red palace, a withered man stood up, carrying his hands on his back.

"The Godhead is actually swallowed by others."

"This matter is not trivial, maybe, this thing may overthrow Olympus."

"Unfortunately, it's too late to rush over now. I have to be prepared to take away this godhead."

At the moment when the power of faith came, the blood **** knew everything that had happened to Qin Yichen.

The believer's wailing and begging for mercy before he died, the so-called intelligence.

There is no value to him.

There is no temperature, only cold transactions. This is the relationship between the evil gods and their followers.

In the Temple of Olympus, Zeus was sitting on the throne of the main god, but he couldn't see any joy in his eyes. During these three days, he seemed to be much older, his eyes murky staring at the phantom that gradually appeared in front of him.

The twelve main gods appeared one after another, but the war **** Ares was the only one missing.

Zeus sighed.

"Hasn't Ares finished taking care of the affairs of the Black Dragon King?"

Athena, the **** of wisdom, stepped forward.

"Go back to Lord Zeus, Ares was attacked by the Black Dragon King and Cthulhu, and the battle of the holy hall was lost. It is still being rebuilt, and I heard that the life and death of White Horseman is unknown under the **** of war Ares. Ares has already ordered everyone to Look for."

Hearing this news, Zeus's face added a little melancholy.

"First the Godhead appeared, and then Ares was in a bitter battle. It's time for my Olympus to rectify. This is a test for my Olympus."

"It doesn't matter if Ares is not there, listen up, I just sensed that the godhead is already occupied by people."

"Now, at all costs, arrest anyone who might preach. I don't believe that he can resist not developing believers."