Chapter 132: Inviting the Spring Flower Dew to the Moon (End)
“God is the incarnation of rules, and the power of faith can help humans realize the existence of rules faster and more clearly.”
Wang Lin He said in a deep voice that this was the conclusion reached by Electrolux after studying the power of faith half a year ago. Of course, this conclusion is currently limited to the world of Douluo.
At least in the world of divine seals, the power of faith does not have this effect. There are no gods there.
"The power of faith is a shortcut, Xiao Linzi, you have to work hard."
Electrolux said solemnly.
“I know, Yi Lao.”
Wang Lin nodded, but the power of faith was probably useless to him.
Let’s not talk about anything else, let’s just talk about the bet between the God of Destruction and Tang San. If Tang San found Huo Yuhao the position of the God of Emotions like in the original work.
The God of Destruction must also find a place for him. Thinking of this, Wang Lin had a headache.
"Okay, let's go."
Ilax didn't spare Wang Lin much, and raised his hand to open a door to the undead.
"Then I'm leaving, Yi Lao."
Wang Lin stepped into the Gate of the Undead, his body disappeared from the demiplane of the undead, and returned directly to Douluo Continent. .
Walking out of the alley, the dazzling sunlight shone on Wang Lin's face. He stretched out his hand to block the sunlight and saw the signboard of the Sun and Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy not far away.
Yi Lao was very considerate and teleported him directly to the entrance of the college. Wang Lin slowly walked into the college, with supple spiritual power surrounding him.
Accurately captured a trace of the power of faith hidden in the void. This was exactly the trace of faith he gained from purifying the resentful spirits half a year ago.
Although it is very likely that Wang Lin will not be able to use the power of faith, this does not mean that the power of faith is useless.
Yilao said that the power of faith can help humans better understand the rules, and naturally it can also help the world understand the rules.
The incompleteness of the demiplane of the undead is the incompleteness of the rules. In theory, it relies on the power of faith to help the demiplane of the undead complete its evolution.
It's just that the power of faith required is huge. According to Yi Lao, it's better to kill two gods and throw them into the demiplane of the undead.
The gods of this world are the incarnation of rules. After the gods die, their condensed rules will naturally return to the world.
The dissipation of rules produced by the death of the two gods can fill in the incomplete rules of the demiplane of the undead. This data was calculated by Electrolux based on his own situation.
Yi Lao said that since he left Wang Lin's spiritual consciousness, according to the rules of this world, he can gather his divine status and become a god at any time.
It’s just that Electrolux didn’t do it at all.
The reason is also very simple, that is, this old man doesn't care, he is just a god. For Yi Lao, becoming a god has not made the demiplane of the undead complete and meaningful.
While thinking, Wang Lin had returned to the dormitory and lay down on the bed.
……
Qingse Hotel,
It is still daytime, but the soft pink light still shines from the door of this hotel, from the decoration of this hotel. Look, the store lives up to its name.
This season is off-season, so there are not many people in the hotel, and there is no one stationed at the door of the hotel. There is only a woman in cool clothes sitting at the front desk of the hotel, taking a nap.
Brush!
A strange blood-red light dispersed, and the woman who was still napping instantly became energetic. She hurriedly pressed the soul guidance button under the front desk.
A blood-red figure stood in front of the soul guide elevator behind the hotel, and an old man exuding cold and poisonous aura walked behind Ye Xishui.
The old man's white hair was neatly combed behind his head, and his white beard was fluttering. He half-knelt on the ground and said with great respect on his face.
"Master leader." Ye Xishui said coldly without turning his head: "Have you found Zeng Liyu?"
"We have found the leader. The Zeng family has always been in the sect. Under surveillance, he is currently in the deepest part of the alliance."
"That's good, you did a good job, Nangong Wan, from today on, the position of leader of the Xishui Alliance will be yours. ”
“Thank you, Master!”
Nangong Wan, the old man with meticulously combed hair, actually bowed his head to the ground at this moment.
Ding!
The elevator door opened just in time, and Ye Xishui walked directly into the soul elevator without even looking at Nangong Wan, who was kneeling on the ground.
As the elevator moved downwards, Ye Xishui, who was standing alone in the elevator, had a pair of blood-red eyes that became deep and complicated.
About twenty seconds later, the elevator finally stopped. When the door opened, a noisy scream accompanied by a strong smell of blood hit the face.
Facing the front is a long, dark corridor. The floor of the corridor has dark red traces that cannot be wiped clean. There are large, closed black iron doors on both sides of the corridor.
The screams and bloody smell came from these iron pieces.
Ye Xishui, whose eyes had returned to coldness, didn't care about the screams one after another and walked directly into the corridor.
Pap-tat-tat!
Clear footsteps echoed in the long corridor, and for a while, many screams in the iron gates turned into calls for help.
Ye Xishui obviously heard those cries for help. Whenever she passed by the rooms where the cries for help came from, she would raise her hand and point a finger, and a blood-red bloody aura would disappear into those rooms.
First, the cries for help turned into screams again, and then those screams gradually turned into panic, and then slowly disappeared.
Walking like this, Ye Xishui soon reached the end of the corridor. There were obviously much fewer screams than before she came.
Click!
Gently pushing aside the last black iron surface, Ye Xishui saw a handsome young man in black.
This young man was holding a large bowl of rice and eating it in big mouthfuls, as if he was starving to death after not eating for several days.
"Your father is dead?"
Ye Xishui's cold voice startled the young man. The young man turned his head and saw a woman wearing a blood-red robe.
Crack!
He knelt on the ground directly, as if he had practiced it many times. There was no trace of offense on his face, only respect for Ye Xishui.
"Reporting to the Supreme Leader, my father died two years ago. I am now Zeng Liyou. Before he died, he gave me all the secret medicine refining methods. I know how to do it. I can make whatever you need. "
The young man, Zeng Liyou, obviously knows Ye Xishui. Although he seems to be very calm at the moment, there is already a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
"I need a jar of Yaoyue Chunhua Dew. It will take half a year to refine it and you will live. If I can't refine it, you will die!"
As he said this, Ye Xishui's voice was filled with emotion With a strong killing intent, the rich blood and the aura of Ultimate Douluo pressed on Zeng Liyou's body.
Click!
The terrifying coercion forced him to close his teeth and bite the pill that Zeng Liyu had placed between his teeth in advance. The bitter medicine flowed out and filled his mouth.
When the medicine took effect, Zeng Liyou reluctantly controlled his body and bowed his head, saying solemnly: "Yes, leader."
(Volume 1 Bowl)
(End of this chapter)