Chapter 132: Inviting the Moon and Spring Flower Dew (End)

"God is the embodiment of rules. The power of faith can help humans recognize the existence of rules more quickly and clearly."

Wang Lin said in a deep voice, this was the conclusion that Alex came to from his research on the power of faith half a year ago. Of course, this conclusion is currently limited to the Douluo World.

At least in the world of divine seal, the power of faith does not have this effect, because there are no gods there.

"The power of faith is a shortcut, Xiao Linzi, you have to work hard."

Electrolux said in a deep voice.

"I know, Yilao."

Wang Lin nodded, but the power of faith was probably useless to him.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about the bet between the God of Destruction and Tang San. If Tang San found the position of the God of Emotions for Huo Yuhao just like in the original book.

The God of Destruction must also find a throne for him. Thinking of this, Wang Lin felt a headache.

"Okay, let's go."

Alex didn't keep Wang Lin for long. He raised his hand and opened a door of the undead.

"Then I'm leaving, Yi Lao."

Wang Lin stepped into the Gate of the Undead, his body disappeared from the Undead Demiplane, and he returned directly to the 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 sign of the Sun and Moon Royal Soul Instructor Academy not far away.

Mr. Yi was very considerate and teleported him directly to the entrance of the academy. Wang Lin walked into the academy slowly, with gentle mental power surrounding his body.

He accurately captured a trace of power of faith hidden in the void, which was exactly the trace of power of faith he obtained when he purified the resentful spirits half a year ago.

Although it is very likely that Wang Lin will not need the power of faith, this does not mean that the power of faith is useless.

Mr. Yi 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 Undead Demiplane means the incompleteness of its rules. Theoretically, it is the power of faith that helps the Undead Demiplane complete its evolution.

However, the power of faith required is enormous. In the words of Mr. Yi, it is better to kill two gods and throw them into the undead demiplane.

The gods of this world are the embodiment of rules. After the death of gods, the rules condensed by them will naturally return to the world.

The dissipation of rules caused by the death of the two gods can fill the incompleteness of the rules of the undead demiplane. This data was calculated by Alex based on his own situation.

Old Yi said that ever since he left Wang Lin’s spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, according to the rules of this world, he could condense the divine position and become a god at any time.

It's just that Electrolux didn't do it at all.

The reason is very simple, that is, the old man doesn't care, it's just a god. For Old Yi, becoming a god has not made the undead demiplane complete and meaningful.

While thinking, Wang Lin had returned to the dormitory and lay on the bed.

……

Green Hotel,

It was still daytime, but the soft pink light still shone through the door of the hotel. Judging from the decoration of the hotel, it lived up to its name.

This season is the off-season, so there are not many people in the hotel, and there is no one guarding the hotel entrance. There is only a woman in cool clothes sitting at the hotel front desk eating.

brush!
An eerie blood-red light spread out, and the woman who was originally dozing off instantly became alert. She hurriedly pressed the soul guide button under the front desk.

A blood-red figure stood in front of the soul guide elevator at the back of the hotel, and an old man emitting a cold and poisonous aura walked behind Ye Xishui.

The old man had his white hair neatly combed behind his head and his white beard fluttering in the wind. He half-knelt on the ground with an extremely respectful look on his face.

"Master." Ye Xishui said coldly without turning his head, "Did you find Zeng Liyou?"

"We have found the leader. The Zeng family has been under surveillance by the sect. He is now 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 League is yours."

"Thank you, Master!"

Nangong Wan, the old man who combed his hair meticulously, actually bowed his head to the ground at this moment.

Ding!
The door of the elevator just opened, and Ye Xishui didn't even look at Nangong Wan who was kneeling on the ground, and walked directly into the soul guide elevator.

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 loud scream and a strong smell of blood hit us in the face.

A long, dark corridor was in front of us. The floor of the corridor had dark red marks that could not be wiped clean, and there were large, tightly closed black iron doors on both sides of the corridor.

The screams and the smell of blood came from these iron pieces.

Ye Xishui's eyes had returned to their cold state. She didn't care about the screams that came one after another, and walked straight into the corridor.

clap clap clap!

The clear sound of footsteps echoed in the long corridor, and for a moment, the screams from many iron gates turned into cries for help.

Ye Xishui had obviously heard the cries for help. Whenever she passed by a room where cries for help were coming from, she would raise her hand and point, and a bloody smell would fill those rooms.

First, the cries for help turned into screams again, and then those screams gradually turned into fear and slowly disappeared.

Walking along like this, Ye Xishui soon reached the end of the corridor. The screams were obviously much less than before she came.

Click!

Gently pushing open the last black iron mask, what came into Ye Xishui's sight was a handsome young man in black.

At this moment, the young man was holding a big bowl of rice and eating it in big mouthfuls, as if he was a starving ghost who hadn't eaten for several days.

"Is your father dead?"

Ye Xishui's cold voice startled the young man. He turned around and saw a woman in a blood-red robe.

pat!

He knelt directly on the ground, as if he had rehearsed this many times. There was no trace of offense on his face, only respect for Ye Xishui.

"Reporting to the Supreme Master, my father died two years ago. I am Zeng Liyu now. Before he died, he passed on all the secret medicine refining methods to me. I know them all. I can refine whatever you need."

The young man, Zeng Liyou, obviously knew Ye Xishui. Although he seemed calm at the moment, a layer of fine sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

"I need a can of Yaoyue Chunhualu. It will take me half a year. If you can refine it, you live. If you can't, you die!"

As she spoke, Ye Xishui's voice was filled with murderous intent, and the rich blood and the aura of an Extreme Douluo pressed down on Zeng Liyu.

Click!

The terrifying pressure made him clench his teeth, and he bit through the pill that Zeng Liyu had placed between his teeth in advance. The bitter medicine flowed out and filled his mouth.

The drug took effect, Zeng Liyou barely controlled his body and bowed his head, saying in a deep voice: "Yes, Master."

(Volume 1 Bowl)

(End of this chapter)