"Olis, you did a great job, why are you guilty?"
Yan Xing shook his head with great interest, walked slowly down the altar, passed the kneeling Oris, walked through the exquisite temple, and came to the towering statue of the god.
It has to be said that the artistic talent of the elves is extremely high. Not only are the sculptures lifelike, but even his aura and expression are carved into the wood. The gems in his eyes are shining with cold light, and they are so majestic that they dare not look at them.
"It's just a small and downtrodden ethnic group, but it can actually come up with such a thing..."
A trace of surprise flashed in Yan Xing's eyes. He reached out and caressed the ankles of the statue, and felt attentively. In the center of the chest of the statue, there was a cluster of fluorescent white light. The white light was like wisps of mist, condensing together, slowly Rotating with some mysterious fluctuations.
As if sensing the aura of Yan Xing, the light group trembled slightly, and then a wisp of mist thread spread out across the body of the statue, flowed to the ankles, suddenly crossed the body of the statue, and penetrated into the palm of Yan Xing's hand.
The white mist entered the body, it was ice cold and extremely warm. Yan Xing became curious and used his mind to control the mist. The mist was unexpectedly well-behaved and docile, allowing him to be manipulated like an arm.
The mist was drawn into the furnace-like belly of the black hole. Under the grinding and digestion of the [Swallowing Heaven and Devouring Earth] talent, it was instantly transformed into extremely pure energy, which was divided and swallowed by the spiritual aperture and flesh and blood particles.
"Praise! The Supreme Lord, the Lord of Extraordinary Origin, please bless my people to return from hunting smoothly and protect them from the mist monsters. Your most loyal believer, Alua, prays to you..."
"Praise! The most kind, the most powerful and the most virtuous, the Supreme God, the Lord of the Mist Forbidden Land, please protect our clan and get through this difficult time. I am your most loyal believer, Miusatis..."
"Praise! Praise! Praise!"
Yan Xing's eyes were slightly distorted. After swallowing the white mist, pictures were inexplicably reflected in his eyes. They were elves, including forest elves and dark elves with dark purple skin. They all knelt down to worship, facing the direction of the forbidden area, muttering words, and looking extremely pious and fanatical.
"Is this the so-called power of faith?"
Yan Xing raised his brows lightly, as if he had discovered a new world. With a thought, he pulled all the fluorescent white light balls inside the statue and used his talent to devour and digest them, turning them into a large stream of pure energy that flowed through the limbs and bones, nourishing every body. A corner.
The power increase is not big and cannot be displayed on the data panel. It only increases by 0.2 dragon power, which is 10,000 tons of physical power.
Despite this, Yan Xing's interest in the power of faith suddenly skyrocketed, and a hint of divine light appeared in his eyes. His figure flashed back and forth, passing by the statues in the other four directions, swallowing up all the fluorescent white light balls in them.
A ball of faith light can provide him with 10,000 tons of power. This is a huge improvement that was unimaginable at the beginning of his practice. Although with his current strength, dragon power is measured in hundreds of millions, this improvement is insignificant, but mosquito legs are also meat, and they cannot resist adding up.
After all, it was a free power, a new way to obtain resources. After a simple analysis, Yan Xing felt that this method had great potential.
How many intelligent beings can there be in just one Cui Hua star?
In just one month, he has accumulated so much power of faith, which has been transformed into 40,000 tons of physical strength. You must know that not all elves on this planet are his followers, and only the devout fanatics among them are Occupies a small part.
In many legends and myths, the so-called war of faith is about population, and the most indispensable thing in this world is population.
Thinking back to the foggy battlefield a few years ago, in order to refine the life diffusion device in the Luo Prison Realm, the number of city slaves massacred on the outermost city wall alone was as high as 70 trillion.
"Yes, the way of faith has a great future!"
Yan Xing only made a brief estimate and saw the huge potential behind the power of faith. This is an inexhaustible golden mountain. As long as there is a population, it can continuously provide him with energy.
You must know that the evolution of life is indispensable for the nourishment of energy. The more the better, and I am afraid that the punishment of hell will not be enough.
"About the way of faith, there are detailed descriptions in the classics of Feixian Library. Although this thing is good and has even developed extremely prosperously in many places, it has some fatal hidden dangers and flaws, making it incompatible with the mainstream practice system. contend."
“Is faith poisonous?”
Yan Xing frowned slightly, with a look of contemplation in his eyes. The most powerful place of faith is also its weakest place. The power of faith comes from intelligent beings. It is a powerful existence built up by countless believers. These believers are "gods" The source of power is also the most fatal weakness of "God".
Water can carry a boat and also capsize it. When all the believers are slaughtered, that is when the "god" falls.
In addition, the reason why believers are willing to contribute their faith, without exception, must be to pray to their "god". There is no love without reason, and there is no hatred without reason, and the same is true for faith.
When "God" accepts this power of faith, he also accepts the prayer behind this power. This wish is cause and effect, and is the balanced side of the absolute law of fair trade.
Some sporadic believers may not care about this "god" of cause and effect, but if endless cause and effect comes upon them and they still ignore it, they will surely die.
Such and such is the poison of faith.
Yan Xing is well aware of the dangers involved, and the extraordinary people in this world have already figured out the details of the power of faith. Therefore, this path has been eliminated. Even if there are a small number of practitioners, they do not specialize, but serve as auxiliary practitioners, and their majors are still the mainstream system.
"I will naturally not major in the way of faith. It's not because I'm afraid of the so-called poison of faith, but it's not necessary. The existing system is perfect and powerful. Planning the power of faith is just another way to collect energy. One way is to increase revenue and reduce expenditure. If reducing expenditure is not suitable for me, then I can only increase revenue!"
Yan Xing's heart is like a clear mirror, his mind is very clear, he knows the stakes involved, and he also knows what to do to maximize the benefits.
He has the heaven-defying ability of "unlimited adaptation", but he doesn't care about the poison of faith, and endless cause and effect can't help him. He just looks down on the false power accumulated by relying on faith from the bottom of his heart. From beginning to end, he admires "all great power belongs to The ultimate evolutionary path of "oneself" will never deliver the source of power to endless fragile believers.
"Well, in this way, we can do it!"
The corner of Yan Xing's mouth raised. Now he has made up his mind to use the power of faith as his second way to collect resources. He is ready to spend some of his energy and time on something and do something big.
Various forces on the Infinite Continent are intertwined. There are many holy places, gods and demons patrol the sky, and the behemoth [Supreme Council], the core of power of the Nine Clans Alliance, overlooks everything. It is very unwise to cause trouble wherever it is.
"Haha, this place is very nice!"
Yan Xing's eyes sparkled, and he glanced at Oris, who was prostrated, and then looked at the starry sky. In the distant stars, he seemed to see countless beautiful elves, waiting for his arrival.
