Arrival

"I'll leave these people to you to interrogate. In a while, a junior sister who is good at illusion will help you."

Cao Xinghua said to the leader of the 13th Division.

Under the watchful eyes of the public, he still had to go through some rules.

He looked at the people of the Church of Crossing . The thousands of ordinary believers were already afraid. Even if they believed in the God of Crossing, they could not resist the black muzzles around them.

Most of them were just believers and true believers.

Most of them were bewitched and blindly believed in.

They estimated that after being detained for a period of time, they would be released after verbal education.

What really scared these ordinary believers was the appearances of several bishops and archbishops.

The red robe with golden edges was torn apart, and the archbishop looked like a bloody man. However, his life was hanging by a healing spell, and he was not dead.

Some of the other bishops fell to the ground and groaned, while others fainted. They were all badly injured. From the looks of it, they were much more miserable than the previous students of the martial arts club.

The few of them were imprisoned in a prison dedicated to watch over the awakened ones. Their hands, feet, and necks were covered with heavy extraordinary metal. There were also the "anti-magic" runes engraved by the immortal rune masters on them. They were also useful for divine arts.

During the extraordinary period, Anxia also understood that and immediately used various interrogation methods.

Torture and psychological attacks, but they were useless against these bishops.

Looking at the blood dripping and yet laughing fanatically, the interrogators felt a chill in their hearts.

It had to be known that these few people were just ordinary people a month ago, and it had only been less than a month since they believed in the God of Crossing!

In Talin, how many fanatics are there like them?

A female disciple of the Immortal Sect who had learned illusion techniques was hypnotizing the weakest of them, Otto. However, she seemed to see a blurry shadow and let out a muffled groan as blood oozed out of the corner of her mouth.

"I'll do it!"

"Teacher!" The female disciple exclaimed in surprise.

Zhu Shu Li skipped over to the bishop of the Church of Crossing with a serious expression on her chubby little face.

Her eyes glowed faintly as she looked straight into the bishop's eyes until her pupils seeped out.

Whoosh ---

The layers of whirlpools were penetrated. A blurry shadow with a curved horn on its head pressed down with a mountain-like momentum. Zhu Shu Li ignored it directly. The shadow shattered, leaving only a dark golden seed that was spinning.

"None of them have seen the God of Crossing, but the God of Crossing had once descended and communicated with them."

She frowned. "In addition, there is a dark golden seed in the sea of consciousness of these people. It should be the source of their power."

"It is the seed of divine power. It belongs to the power bestowed to the believers by the gods. Only the believers who have the seed of divine power can use divine arts. The seed of divine power can also subtly improve the body. Of course, it is only the evil path, and the future will be ruined."

The space rippled like water. The ripples became more and more intense, like boiling water.

Tang Yu stepped out of the void. A moment later, the violent fluctuations of space gradually calmed down.

He opened his [Eye of Insight] and pointed.

The dark red cone-shaped weapon formed by the soul secret art, [Divine Destruction], charged straight at Otto's sea of consciousness. In an instant, the dark gold divine seed in the center of his sea of consciousness shattered. The scattered divine power was also completely eliminated by the Divine Destruction Awl.

"Release him."

"Oh, oh, okay."

The prison guard did not know what was going on, but he did not dare to disobey. He immediately took out the key and unlocked the handcuffs and handcuffs.

"Give him a healing spell. There is no need for too much. Just let him wake up."

The moment the divine seed was shattered, Otto had already fainted. If not for the fact that his divine power had dissipated, his sea of consciousness would have been thrown into chaos, and his intelligence would have dropped.

A white light emerged from the palms of the Immortal Sect disciples that followed him. They aimed their palms at him from a distance. A few seconds later, they withdrew their palms.

Otto gradually woke up from his daze. When he saw the person in front of him, he shouted, "You blasphemers, die!"

"Divine Art, Curse!"

His eyes shed blood and tears as he stared blankly at his palms, not reacting at all.

"Curse!"

"Curse!"

He immediately fell to the ground and became crazy.

...

The God of Crossing had just walked out of seclusion.

"My Origin has recovered to 60%. It's too fast. It won't be long before I can take another step."

It was only then that he had the time to check the information of his believers.

A god who had condensed a Divine Spark could accept the prayers of believers from far away. Generally, believers who prayed would not care about it. Only those who were crazy believers and above would occasionally pay attention to it.

The God of Crossing filtered out the prayers of believers and focused on Anxia.

"One day and one night has passed. The Divine Church should have taken root in Anxia, right?"

The Arch-Bishop had been bestowed with a lot of Divine Power by Him. He had mastered several high-level Divine Arts, so it was not difficult for him to deal with the Great Circle of Awakening.

If they were lucky, they would be able to take down the immortal sect.

Even if the immortal sect had stronger experts, if they were smart, they would have to cooperate obediently.

There were many cultists who had been burned to death in the Talin Kingdom.

The God of Crossing was in a good mood. From escaping with a narrow escape to obtaining a great opportunity, he had taken a step forward.

He was suddenly stunned. Why was there something wrong with the Arch-Bishop's prayers?

It seemed like he was asking for help?

He looked at the others. The call for help was already more than ten hours ago. His face immediately darkened and the underground space shook violently. Dark red lightning bolts appeared and crackled. The surrounding earth stones turned into dust amidst the dark red lightning bolts.

He was furious.

However, the archbishop was already a top-notch combat force among his believers. No matter how high he was, he would not reach the level of extraordinary - having a divine seed in a short period of time would not allow him to raise a true expert.

It was the critical moment to restore the source. The God of Crossing was unwilling to personally take action for such a trivial matter. His divine power spread throughout his body. In the next moment, he appeared in another place in the Realm of God, in a great hall.

The hall was empty, with only the materials that piled up into a mountain and dozens of unconscious young men and women.

He waved his hand, and wounds appeared on the bodies of the dozens of young men and women. Drops of blood appeared, and he recruited them into a crystal stone to test their talent.

These people were all Awakened ones, and their talent was good. The God of Crossing picked out the three with the highest talent among them. With a light clench of his hand, the bodies of the others exploded, turning into a blood mist that filled the sky. The blood mist converged into a river and was sent into the grooves, forming a blood pool.

The materials that piled up into mountains also floated in the air, fusing and changing.

The God of Crossing took out many treasures from his spatial ring and fused them into his own blood. Finally, the remaining three most talented awakened ones were lifted into the air by his divine power...

After a series of operations, he constructed divine power crystals that were even more precious than divine power seeds. A moment later, the three angels with grayish-white wings on their backs, their bodies emitting wisps of golden light. They looked extremely noble, but their faces were twisted like evil spirits. They appeared before him.

The angel knelt down in front of the God of Crossing.

He glanced over and nodded in satisfaction. With a wave of his hand, the three ghost faced angels broke through the roof and soared into the sky.