Weird and hard to kill?Sorry, I'm the real immortal

When the two sides merged, the faith of the people was consumed rapidly. As the scope expanded, the rate of consumption doubled, and it was already somewhat powerless.

In fact, this is not because the people of the Xia Kingdom are not devout enough, but because Beixuan has consumed a lot of faith when he became a god. The faith that a person can generate is not unlimited. It is like physical strength. A person can run five times in a short time. kilometers, it will be extremely difficult for him to run another five kilometers.

The people of Xia Kingdom seemed to feel the difficulties encountered by the prophet at this time. Some people cheered enthusiastically: "It is the prophet who is saving Xia Kingdom!"

He is already a citizen of Fang Xiu's kingdom, and he can more clearly feel the changes brought about by Fang Xiu in this world.

"Long live the prophet!"

"come on!"

More and more voices sounded across the land of Xia Kingdom. They were all cheering for Fang Xiu, and the power of faith that had been exhausted was once again filled with energy.

The speed of the integration of Infernal Hell and Xia Kingdom has begun to accelerate, 90%! Ninety-five percent! Ninety-nine percent...one hundred percent!

boom!

When the Infinite Hell and the Xia Kingdom were completely integrated, the heaven and earth trembled, the void boiled, and there were inexplicable connections between everyone and Fang Xiu.

Under the gaze of everyone, a phantom of the Kingdom of God began to slowly take shape. All the gray fog was isolated, countless strange things were cleared, the world was cheering, the people were jumping for joy, and everything was full of vitality.

But only Fang Xiu's face was bloodless, and several bone-deep cracks appeared out of thin air on his body. There were more and more cracks on his body, and he was almost torn to pieces.

At this moment, everyone's cheers suddenly stopped.

"The prophet..."

"What exactly is going on!?"

Fang Xiu's unexpected situation brought the phantom of the Kingdom of God that was about to take shape to the edge of collapse.

Bei Xuan, who had been beaten violently, finally had a chance to breathe. People were worried about Fang Xiu, so they naturally forgot to beat him.

Seeing this scene, Beixuan laughed wildly: "Hahaha...Fang Xiu, you are not a god after all, you are just a demigod. Without eternal godhead, you cannot withstand the pressure of the Kingdom of God, haha Haha... You are finished. You cannot bear the burden of the entire Xia Kingdom, and Xia Kingdom is also finished..."

boom!

A big foot of over forty yards kicked Beixuan hard on the mouth.

"Call you ****! How dare you call me?" A furious Xia citizen yelled and kicked Beixuan in the face again and again.

Under the leadership of this Xia people, a new round of violent beatings began again.

In mid-air, even though Fang Xiu's body was broken, his eyes were still calm. Just as Beixuan said, the pressure of the entire Xia Kingdom was concentrated on him alone.

The Kingdom of God is a country of gods, and its foundation is naturally the gods, which means that the gods need to bear the weight of the entire Kingdom of God.

At this moment, he realized the most essential gap between the laws of his true self and his godhead.

That is eternity!

The Godhead is an eternal thing, transcending the long river of time, not affected by time, and cannot be destroyed. Because of this, only the eternal Godhead can bear the weight of the Kingdom of God.

But the True Self Law is not different. Although its essence is the same as the Godhead, it is still a big difference. It does not have the eternal attributes of gods. When the Kingdom of God is about to take shape, all the invisible weight falls on the True Self Law. It's on the verge of collapse.

"Back in time!"

Fang Xiu activated the power of time, and a mysterious and obscure time wave rippled. His body that was about to collapse instantly recovered, but the next second, the collapse began again.

It was like he was holding up a huge mountain with both hands. The mountain was pressing down on him so much that his muscles and bones cracked, and he was about to be crushed into a puddle of flesh. The power of time flowed and helped him return to his original state, but the problem was, The sacred mountain is still there, and the pressure is still there. If this problem is not solved, it is useless to go back in time ten thousand times.

How to solve it?

Fang Xiu doesn’t know either.

Even if you die and roll back, it will be useless. As long as you establish the Kingdom of God, you must face the problem of bearing the pressure of the Kingdom of God, which cannot be bypassed at all.

The death rollback seems to be a bug, but the most terrifying thing is that when you are in a situation where you are overwhelming others with force, you have no choice but to carry it hard, but if you can't handle it, you just can't.

This feeling is like ordinary people participating in a running competition. Even if you are given 10,000 chances, you will never be able to beat Usain Bolt. It has nothing to do with hard work, it is talent, and the upper limit limits you.

boom!

There was an explosion, and under the gaze of all the people of Xia Kingdom, Fang Xiu exploded. He exploded into a ball of blood mist, and his whole figure seemed to be crushed by some invisible pressure.

"Prophet!"

"No! You can't die!"

Countless people's eyes were red at this moment, and they even wanted to rush over. Although they didn't know the use of rushing over, it would be good even if they could only get closer to the prophet.

However, when everyone just took a step, the blood mist in mid-air quickly condensed like time went back, and finally turned into Fang Xiu's appearance.

"The prophet is back!"

"I knew the prophet would never fall!"

People cried with joy and started cheering, but the good times didn't last long, bang!

Fang Xiu's newly recovered body was crushed again and turned into a blood mist. Then, the scene reappeared, and the blood mist recovered under the power of time, and so on.

Under the gaze of hundreds of millions of Xia Kingdom people, Fang Xiu's body exploded again and again, and he was reborn again and again, as if there was no end.

As time passed by, the cheers had already cooled down in Xia Kingdom, and even the noisiest children had become silent at this moment, with only the occasional sobbing sound.

One hundred times, three hundred times, five hundred times...

The sobbing of the people could no longer be concealed. Some shed tears silently, some cried loudly, and some fell to their knees, roaring and beating the ground.

Six hundred times, eight hundred times...a thousand times!

Fang Xiu died a thousand times, but the problem of pressure still could not be solved, and the death continued.

Many people have collapsed. They continue to kneel and kowtow, crying and begging: "Great prophet, stop, stop quickly!"

"Don't let us implicate you. We should have died a hundred years ago. You have allowed Xia Kingdom to survive for another hundred years. We are already satisfied."

"Isn't it just death? Who is so afraid of death!?"

"We are not worthy of your doing this. You are the one who deserves to live the most. Only prophets can end this strange era. We are just a burden if we continue to live."

"Please, stop!"

Fang Xiu ignored everyone's pleas. He still persisted. Even if he endured the pain of every piece of flesh and blood and every bone in his body being crushed under heavy pressure, he did not give up.

"Master..." Lin Ye knelt down on the ground and clenched his fists tightly. He didn't even notice that his slightly sharp nails had already penetrated deeply into his flesh due to too much force.

Tears kept falling. He hated his own powerlessness, and hated that he could only watch his master bear all the pressure alone.

(Two updates first, and one more later.)