Chapter 23

One day passed quickly in sacrifice.

That night, Chen Ming didn't move much, but quietly increased his divine power investment. Therefore, many people vaguely felt a God in their dreams that night, incomparably tall and magnificent.

At the same time, Chen Ming also ordered some devout believers to secretly preach among the tribe and spread their faith everywhere.

Sensing the surrounding forms, Chen Ming is not in a hurry. He just does those things silently every day and responds to the prayers and calls of believers. Over the past few months, faith gradually became precipitated under the precipitation of time, and began to appear thick and cohesive.

At the same time, Chen Ming also deliberately increased his sensitivity to this tribe.

In ordinary times, only devout believers are qualified to understand and use divination. Under Chen Ming's deliberate release of water or even active gift, ordinary believers can almost understand one or two Divination as long as they are slightly devout. Even if he is a shallow believer, as long as he prays in his heart, Chen Ming will respond and make him feel the glory of God. If you ask for something that day, there must be a prediction in the night, which is very effective.

Over the past few months, the number and quality of believers have improved by many grades. Even the whole tribe is talking about the gods of the God of nature.

However, although the results were considerable, with the passage of time, the high priest side began to feel something wrong. After all, they were not blind and could not know nothing about the changes of the whole tribe.

But there is nothing they can do at this time. When the seed of faith was just conceived, they did not have time to contain it. After faith bloomed and fruited here, it was too late. Nearly half of the whole tribe believe in Chen Ming directly or indirectly. No matter how powerful and powerful the high priest is, can he kill all these people at this point.

Even, the other party didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all. Under Chen Ming's prohibition and containment, no one in the tribe could use divination, and did not show this extraordinary power in front of the high priest. The other party didn't even know at this time that the mole ants in his eyes had developed into a force enough to drown him in the past few months.

At the foot of a high mountain, Chen Ming stood quietly above the tribe.

In the sky, tough and pure white lights gradually gathered, dispelling the robbery and resentment that had enveloped here for hundreds of years, and even surrounded a black blood and red air without leaving any gap.

Seeing this, he couldn't help smiling, sensing the divine domain established at an unknown time, and looking at the blood red breath in the middle of the tribe, his eyes were cold.

"It seems that it's time."

Sensing the continuous blessings of the surrounding gods, and then looking at the blood red gas unconsciously weakened in the distance, Chen Ming couldn't help laughing, then moved forward and walked forward step by step.

He walked forward quietly step by step. He looked like an ordinary tribal people, but there was a layer of divine light outside, indicating his extraordinary. He seemed to walk very slowly, but in fact he crossed an unknown number of meters in one step. After a while, he came to the center of the tribe.

At this time, it was night. On the central altar, bonfires were burning quietly around, and several guards were watching, sweeping their eyes to the four directions.

However, it is strange that he came straight from the outside with a faint light, so conspicuous that the people around him turned a blind eye, as if there were no people in this place.

As he got closer and closer to the altar, a light was emitted from him, gradually becoming brighter and brighter. In the end, a young man emerged in the dim light.

The young man was heroic, handsome and calm. Standing there, he looked very extraordinary. It was Chen Ming.

At this moment, he stood beside the altar and looked at the altar. There was a faint light in his eyes, as if he had directly seen the world below through the isolation of the partition.

However, it is true that under Chen Ming's divine eyes, a black space with thick karma is sinking and sleeping quietly. This is the divine domain of the ancestral spirit.

In other words, because there are no gods in this world, it is naturally impossible to condense the real kingdom of God. However, this ancestral spirit is the totem of this tribe and has enjoyed its belief and blood sacrifice for countless years. Therefore, over time, the ancestral spirit itself can open up a micro space, equivalent to a trumpet God domain, to accommodate itself and its subordinates.

Chen Ming looked at it intently. Although the divine domain was small, it was full of blood red. At the same time, in the divine domain, you could vaguely see the faces of countless ghosts emerging and disappearing.

These are the countless efforts and people who died on the blood sacrifice. After being swallowed up by the ancestral spirit, only some residues are left attached to the associated God domain.

Seeing this, Chen Ming frowned. Then, his whole body turned into a light. Ignoring the partition board covered at this time, he rushed down directly.

At the same time, several guards around looked at each other. They seemed to feel something passing by, but they didn't see anything. They had to shake their heads and continue to stand in place.

Below, Chen Ming felt a faint blood light coming from the front. In a blink of an eye, he had come to a broken palace.

He looked around and felt quite surprised.

It looked like a medieval manor. Although the area is small and seems a little deserted, there is no bad scene in his imagination.

He looked up again and saw a manor in front of him. Although it looked old and dilapidated, it was completely incompatible with the overall atmosphere of the external tribes.

If we only judge from the appearance and architecture, the outside tribes can be said to have just entered civilization and are still in the primitive stage. And here is already a fully mature civilization.

Chen Ming was puzzled.

We should know that although the divine realm is not like the outside world, the construction of its internal environment and the transformation of scenery cannot be formed automatically. It must be shaped according to the intention of the master of the divine domain. In order to achieve this scene, the ancestral spirit must have been in contact with these buildings for a long time, even the owner of the manor, otherwise it would not be such a real scene.

"But is it possible?"

He walked into the manor quietly, looked at the buildings with another mature style around, and said silently in his heart.

"This ancestral spirit has enjoyed the sacrifice of this tribe for at least hundreds of years, and was there such a mature scene hundreds of years ago?"

He thought of the hardships and backwardness of the people of the outside tribes, as well as the rows of houses. Compared with this, it seemed to go back hundreds of years. So, with a trace of doubt and surprise, he quietly watched the scenery around him.

This is a big manor. I don't know whether it is so big or even bigger because of the owner's intention. Chen Ming walked and stopped all the way, slowly enjoying the rare scenery.

The scene is very real, which proves that the owner was very familiar with these scenes. Unfortunately, it is in a rough divine domain, and some places can not be perfect.

In some places where livestock are kept in captivity and vegetables and fruits are planted, the land is empty, and there is no smoke in the huge manor, which brings a trace of strangeness and silence.

So he walked and stopped. Along the way, the ancestral spirit did not fluctuate at all. It was obviously in a deep sleep. But as Chen Ming walked near a tall building, finally, the owner of the divine domain was completely awakened.

Above, there was a thick blood red and vigorous fluctuation with strong karma. At the same time, under Chen Ming's divine induction, a tall figure stood in front, as if sensing Chen Ming's breath, and a pair of blood like eyes opened fiercely.