Everlasting Dragon Emperor

Lu Ming could be sure that this statue was carved by the Celestial Race.

"Could it be that the god Haizong referred to is the Celestial Race?"

Lu Ming's heart moved.

It is very possible.

The Yan Clan was born on this continent.

As for the ruins of the universe, the rules and meanings of the past were chaotic, and the rules and meanings of the past few stellar years have become more orderly. Only in some places can some ethnic groups be born.

In other words, the history of the Yan clan is only a few dozen star years at most.

For dozens of stellar years, practice has grown from nothing, and slowly explored, it is not much stronger at all.

It is estimated that the strongest of the Yan Clan will not have a high cultivation base.

In this village, Lu Ming felt that the highest cultivation base was only in the virtual spirit realm.

As for the Celestial Clan, if it were to descend on this continent, the lowest cultivation base would be the Ninth Level of the Divine Emperor, or it would be in the Divine Lord Realm. In the eyes of the Yan Clan, that would really be no different from a god.

As long as the masters of the Celestial Race show some abilities, it is normal to be regarded as a god by the Yan Race.

"Well, the time is up, the prayer begins!"

Below the statue, there was an old man. He respectfully said to the statue, then knelt in front of the statue and bowed deeply.

The other people in the courtyard, including Haizong, worshipped deeply and began to pray.

Naturally, Lu Ming didn't do this. How could he bow down to the statue of the human race?

He stood there, watching silently.

The villagers here were praying wholeheartedly, so no one found Lu Ming still standing.

After a while, Lu Ming found a scene that surprised him.

He discovered that when these villagers began to pray, they seemed to resonate with the statue. Lu Ming ran the power of taboo into his eyes, and he could clearly see that there was a silk thread on these villagers connected to the statue. Something seemed to converge on the statue along this silk thread, and a layer of hazy brilliance emerged on the statue.

"Is this... the power of faith in the legend? The Celestial race is collecting the power of faith?"

Lu Ming was shocked.

He once saw in ancient books that in the early days of the Tiangong era, there was a practice method that was popular for a while.

That is the power of faith practice.

Many strong people will gather believers everywhere and gather the power of faith.

Many believers of the strong are all over all life planets, and even all over the small world.

However, the cultivation method of the power of faith has great drawbacks. The early stage is good. The more you practice to the later stage, the more difficult to control and easy to be backlashed.

After all, the power of these beliefs comes from countless different creatures and contains different ideas.

When it reaches a certain level, even the top powerhouse is difficult to control, and it will be affected by itself, and will even be backlashed by the power of faith.

So over time, no one has practiced this kind of cultivation method, and it has almost ceased.

Unexpectedly, you will see the Celestial Race gathering the power of faith here.

"What is the Celestial Race going to do? Is it for cultivation, or for other purposes?"

Lu Ming frowned and thought.

There was silence all around, and everyone was praying wholeheartedly.

No, there is one person who does not pray wholeheartedly, and that is Haizong.

Lu Ming discovered that the silk thread on Haizong's body and the statue was very light, and if there were none, it seemed to dissipate at any time.

"This guy Haizong believes in gods in his mouth. In fact, I'm afraid I don't think so in my heart..."

Lu Ming smiled slightly.

The silk thread is very light, indicating that Hai Zong is not wholeheartedly at all, but just acting here.

Lu Ming watched quietly, and it took three hours before the prayer ended.

Under the statue, the old man, the village chief, was the first to end the prayer, opened his eyes and raised his arms to announce the end of the prayer.

Then, he saw Lu Ming standing upright, closing his eyes and resting.

In fact, Lu Ming was absorbing the black mist in secret, and he didn't want to delay time.

"You...you dare not pray, be bold!"

The village chief pointed to Lu and roared.

This loud roar awakened everyone and looked at Lu Ming.

"What, this person didn't pray, he was so bold!"

"This is blasphemy and must be punished!"

"It is recommended to be burned alive on the torture frame!"

Many villagers roared.

Lu Ming dare not respect the gods, dare to blaspheme the gods, they are afraid, afraid of the gods' anger, they don't bless them, and even impose divine punishment, so they vent their raging anger on Lu Ming.

"Come on, drag this person out and burn to death!"

The village chief yelled.

Immediately, several big men stepped forward to take Lu Ming.

Lu Ming's eyes were cold.

In this village, the strongest is only in the Talented Void God Realm, and also wants to kill him.

Even if he didn't do it himself, God Emperor Jiu Zhong's ball shot would destroy the village with one move.

"Wait a minute, village chief, wait a minute!"

At this moment, Haizong yelled and quickly stood in front of Lu Ming.

"Haizong, do you want to shield him?"

The village chief said coldly.

"Village chief, Tianyun is not from our village!"

Haizong explained.

"I know he is not from our village, but even if he is not from our village, as long as he enters our village, he must pray. This is a rule set by the gods."

The village chief said coldly.

"Village chief, Tianyun's hometown is very remote. It has not been shrouded in the glory of the gods. Moreover, the gods also have regulations. Under special circumstances, prayers are not required. Tianyun is seriously injured and needs healing at all times. If you pray, On the contrary, it will make the injury worse. This is in line with the rules set by the gods. I believe the gods will not blame it."

Haizong defended loudly.

The village chief and other villagers looked at Lu Ming carefully.

Lu Ming's condition indeed seemed very poor. Although the wound on his body had healed a little over the past few days, his whole body was still very thin, his aura was sluggish, and he was indeed very injured.

The village chief and others breathed a sigh of relief.

If you are seriously injured, you don't need to pray. The gods do have such a rule, I believe it will not be blamed.

"Okay, Haizong, you can take him down. Next time the injury does not heal, he will not use it, but the injury is healed. As long as he is still in my village, he must come, otherwise, a death penalty!"

The village chief said harshly.

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Hai Zong nodded repeatedly, then made a look at Lu Ming, and left here with Lu Ming.

After walking far, Hai Zong exhaled and said: "It was dangerous just now, but fortunately, your injury did not heal, otherwise you will be in trouble."

Lu Ming smiled and didn't care, and said, "How long have you prayed like this? Do you pray like this in other places?"

"It's been a long time, it has been passed down by many generations, at least tens of thousands of years."

"As far as I know, wherever the gods are shrouded in brilliance, we must pray."

Hai Zongdao.

Lu Ming nodded silently in his heart, and the Celestial Clan unearthed the Sky Star region, which was about tens of thousands of years ago.