Chapter 1772: The power of faith that contains the imperial spirit

the other side.

Daqin world.

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

Two lines, standing outside the fence.

One column is dressed in official uniforms, but sackcloth and white scarf on the head.

The other row is military commanders, wearing cold and dignified armor, without a helmet, just tied with a white scarf.

Their eyes all looked at the man lying on the dragon chair in the enclosure.

The man was pale, with apathetic eyes, and he seemed sick and would die at any time.

But at this moment, his body still exudes an aura of no anger and might.

It is this residual power that makes the officials and generals outside the tents silent.

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

The man said lightly, "Demons are beyond human power, but our blood is unbreakable. I can only hate...cough cough..."

Speaking of this, the man coughed a few times.

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

He looked at the distance outside the palace.

It was a fascinating red cloud.

"Your Majesty, the minister is willing to lead my last soldiers of Daqin to guard the last pass of the Great Wall."

A general stood up, his eyes flushed, and said in a deep voice, "Never retreat!"

"It's a shame that only you, Wang Jian, can still say this...hahaha..." The man laughed, his laughter weak.

He waved his hand.

It seems to agree, it seems to refuse.

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

The general was silent.

"You can't keep it." Ying Zheng shook his head, "No one under the world can keep it... Wang Jian, my Da Qin's blood cannot be broken."

"His Majesty…"

Ying Zheng waved his hand and interrupted the latter's words. He closed his eyes and whispered: "If the heavens give me some more time, give me ten thousand years... there is hope in the end... is it possible?"

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

Suddenly, Ying Zheng seemed to remember something.

In his mind, he was still a little vague, thinking of something.

‘Finally, they are already dying... why bother about those? It’s the other people in that group, aren’t they all weird...that ancestral god...’

Thinking of this, Yingzheng breathed slightly.

In his mind, he called out the Dao God Summoning article uploaded by the ancestor **** in the chat group before.

This is the only one he downloaded from the chat group.

There is not much hope.

Just because of curiosity.

"The Great Dao Calling God Chapter... This seems to be a strange scripture..."

In my mind, open this verse with consciousness.

Countless symbols flooded into my mind in an instant.

Yingzheng didn't understand any of those symbols.

But what surprised Ying Zheng was that at the moment these verses merged into his mind, he could understand the meaning of this verse.

so amazing!

‘It seems that as long as you chant this scripture, the ancestor **** can feel it? And be pious...’

Ying Zheng was silent for a moment.

Let an emperor piously recite the scriptures. If it is in peacetime, Ying Zheng will not even look at it.

But now...

‘Forget it...Try it. ’

Ying Zheng closed his eyes and muttered in a low voice, but his face was very religious at this moment.

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

It is a kind of piety of hope.

At this moment, the civilian officers and generals outside the enclosure were silent.

Until the inside of the tent, an imperial doctor who was waiting next to Ying Zheng suddenly changed his expression:

"Your Majesty... died!"

In an instant, the face of the person outside changed drastically, and his face was gray.

The breath of Yingzheng seemed to have indeed disappeared.

There is no breathing.

At this moment, he is chanting that piece of scripture religiously...

at the same time.

——

Ancestral world.

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

This strand of faith is very subtle, but it contains a strong imperial spirit.

The golden power of faith means that this is the Son of Destiny.

It's just that there is still a bit of gray in it, which means that the master who has developed this power of faith in himself is dying...

"Is it so fast?"

Wang Feng was stunned.

Unexpectedly, one of the chat groups would have the power to believe in himself so soon.

"It seems that people are about to die. With such a strong imperial aura, the master of the power of faith is still an emperor."

Wang Feng thought for a while, "It's not an ordinary emperor. Could it be the one in the group who hasn't spoken for another 10,000 years?"

"interesting."

Wang Feng stared at this ray of faith.

Very subtle, but high quality.

The power of faith produced by the Son of Destiny is naturally extraordinary, not to mention that the Destiny is still an emperor.

The great emperor.

This ray of faith is very strong.

"Try to inject it into Chaos Qinglian first."

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

Wang Feng first infused this strand of hair with the power of faith that was extremely special but incomparable.

In an instant, Chaos Qinglian glowed with a violent light.

Immediately afterwards, this ray of faith quickly began to increase, from thin hair to the size of a thumb in a flash.

"Fuck!"

Wang Feng is silly, "Chaos Qinglian can also strengthen the power of faith, no, this is not strengthening, this is a direct increase? A big loss!"

Wang Feng froze for a long time.

The hair is thin, and it becomes the size of a little finger. This increase is not small.

I knew that the power of faith that I had collected from Angel Nebula before was directly amplified by Chaos Qinglian, wouldn't it make a lot of money?

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 also be used for the development of the ancestral world.

The corner of Wang Feng's mouth twitched: "No wonder how I said just now that a little bit of power of faith can open up that snowy night flower, and even affect the energy concentration around it. Even Yan Mengyao is affected...Chaotic Qinglian …"

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"With Chaos Qinglian, it means that even the power of faith in the tiny world will increase many times in my place... so the speed of the development of the ancestral world will be very terrifying..."

A smile appeared on Wang Feng's face.

In the original plan, within 100 days of work, he could develop the ancestral realm to a certain extent, even if it was against the opponent's God Realm of the Donghuang God System.

It's not too bad.

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

It's directly...the problem of crushing!

"Let's take a look at what the emperor is like now..."

——

When Yingzheng piously read all the scriptures word by word.

In an instant, the entire palace suddenly burst out with a light and shadow like the sun.

From Ying Zheng's body, he rushed straight out of the palace and ascended to the entire Yunxiao and the entire Xianyang City.

It was originally the night scene, but now it was three points more dazzling than the day.

Even the blood in the distance was shrouded by this intense light.

For a time, countless pairs of eyes were dull.

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