Wang Feng began to check in from Douluo

Daqin world.

The cold wind rustled, blowing the tents outside the palace.

Two teams stood outside the tent.

One column is wearing official uniforms, but they are covered with linen clothes and white scarves on their heads.

The other row is of military generals, wearing cold armor, without helmets, just tied with white scarves.

Their eyes were all looking at the man lying on the dragon chair in the tent.

The man's face was pale, his eyes were lifeless, and he looked sick as if he might die at any time.

But at this moment, he still exudes an aura that is not angry but powerful.

It was this residual power that made the officials and generals outside the tent remain silent.

"After I die, you all should know what you are going to do, right?"

The man said calmly, "Demons are invincible to humans, but our blood cannot be broken. We can only hate...ahem..."

Having said this, the man coughed violently.

He sighed lightly, not knowing what he was talking about.

He looked into the distance outside the palace.

It was a strange red cloud.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to lead our last soldiers of Great Qin to defend the last pass of the Great Wall."

A military general stood up, his eyes were red, and he said solemnly, "We will never retreat!"

"It's a good thing that you, Wang Jian, are the only one who can say this now... Hahaha..." The man laughed, and his laughter was very weak.

He waved.

It seems to agree, but it seems to refuse.

"Can you hold it?" the man said calmly.

The general was silent.

"You can't defend it." Ying Zheng shook his head, "No one in the world can defend it... Wang Jian, the bloodline of my Great Qin cannot be broken."

"His Majesty…"

Ying Zheng waved his hand, interrupting the latter's words. He closed his eyes and whispered: "If God gives me some more time, gives me ten thousand years... there is hope after all... is it possible?"

There was a smile on Ying Zheng's face, as if he was laughing at himself for such a ridiculous idea.

Suddenly, Ying Zheng seemed to remember something.

In his mind, he, who was still a little confused, thought of something.

‘That’s all, they are already dying...why bother with that? Even the other people in that group are all weird...that ancestor god...'

Thinking of this, Ying Zheng took a breath.

In his mind, he recalled the Great Way Summoning God chapter uploaded by the ancestor god in the chat group.

He downloaded it from the chat group, and was the only one who downloaded it.

Didn't hold out much hope.

Just out of curiosity.

"The Great Dao Summons the Gods... This seems to be a strange scripture..."

In your mind, use your consciousness to open this scripture.

Countless symbols flooded into my mind in an instant.

Ying Zheng didn't understand any of those symbols.

But what surprised Ying Zheng was that he could understand the meaning of these scriptures the moment they merged into his mind.

so amazing!

‘It seems that as long as this scripture is chanted, the ancestor god can sense it? And be pious…’

Ying Zheng was silent for a moment.

Let a majestic emperor recite scriptures devoutly. If it were normal, Ying Zheng would not even look at it.

But now...

‘Forget it…just try it. ’

Ying Zheng closed his eyes and murmured in a weak voice, but his face was very pious at this moment.

That kind of piety is the kind of piety that wants to grasp the last straw.

It is also a piety of hope.

At this moment, the civil servants and military officers outside the tent were silent.

Inside the tent, an imperial doctor serving Ying Zheng suddenly changed his expression and said:

"Your Majesty... passed away!"

In an instant, the expression of the man outside changed drastically, and his face was ashen.

Ying Zheng's aura seemed to have indeed disappeared.

No more breathing.

At this moment, he was reciting the scripture with spiritual piety...

at the same time.

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ancestral realm.

A ray of golden power of faith slowly gushes out from Wang Feng's body of faith.

This ray of faith is very subtle, but it contains a strong imperial aura.

The golden power of faith represents that this is the son of destiny.

However, there is still a bit of gray in it, which means that the master who has generated this ray of faith in him is going to die...

"So soon?"

Wang Feng was stunned.

I didn’t expect that someone in the chat group would have faith in me so quickly.

"The person seems to be dying. With such a strong emperor's aura, this master of the power of faith is still an emperor."

Wang Feng thought for a while and said, "This is not an ordinary emperor. Could it be the silent one in the group who 'borrows another 10,000 years from heaven'?"

"interesting."

Wang Feng stared at this ray of faith.

Very subtle, but of high quality.

The power of faith generated by the Son of Destiny is naturally extraordinary, not to mention that this Son of Destiny is also an emperor.

The great emperor.

This ray of faith is very powerful.

"Try injecting it into the Chaos Green Lotus first."

Wang Feng took a deep breath, and he vaguely felt that the now complete Chaos Qinglian True Soul seemed to have a stronger effect.

Wang Feng first injected this thin but special power of faith into the Chaos Green Lotus.

In an instant, the Chaos Green Lotus glowed with a fierce light.

Immediately afterwards, this ray of faith quickly began to strengthen, from hair-thin to the size of a thumb in an instant.

"Fuck!"

Wang Feng and everyone were dumbfounded, "Chaos Qinglian can also strengthen the power of faith. No, this is not strengthening, this is a direct increase? What a big loss!"

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Wang Feng was stunned for a long time.

The hair is so thin that it becomes as big as a little finger. This is quite an increase.

If I had known earlier, the power of faith collected from Angel Nebula could be directly amplified by Chaos Green Lotus. Wouldn't it be a big profit?

Not to mention one body of faith, ten bodies of faith can be condensed.

Even if Wang Feng only needs one, the rest of the power of faith can be used for the development of the ancestral world.

The corner of Wang Feng's mouth twitched: "No wonder I just said that even a little bit of the power of faith can open up the spiritual wisdom of the Snow Epiphyllum, and even affect the energy concentration around it. Even Yan Mengyao was affected...Chaos Qinglian …”

Although I feel like I'm at a loss, it's not too late to find out now.

"With Chaos Green Lotus, it means that the power of faith in even the smallest world will increase many times here... In this way, the development speed of the ancestral world will be very terrifying..."

A smile appeared on Wang Feng's face.

In the original plan, within a hundred days, he could develop the ancestral realm to a certain extent, even if it was a divine realm that could rival the pseudo-god of the Donghuang God Line.

Not too bad either.

Now that it is discovered that the true soul of Chaos Qinglian still has this ability, then it will not be a problem of too much difference.

It's a matter of direct...crushing!

"For now, let's see what's going on with the emperor..."

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The moment when Ying Zheng finished reciting all the scriptures word for word devoutly.

In an instant, the entire palace suddenly erupted into a light and shadow that looked like the sun.

It rushed straight out of the palace from Ying Zheng's body, rising to the entire cloud sky and the entire Xianyang City.

What was originally a night scene was actually three points more dazzling than during the day.

Even the bloody light in the distance was enveloped by this violent light.

For a time, countless pairs of eyes were dull.

All the civil servants and generals in the palace were also stunned.

This is, what happened?

It was this, a majestic divine voice, coming from the light and shadow in the sky:

"I have already felt your piety!"

The voice is as majestic as the sound of heaven, as if it spreads throughout the whole world, and it is deafening!