The black and white millstone slowly rotated, and after sending the remaining soul's true spirit to a pitch-black vortex, the deep black holes closed.

She sat on the throne with her eyes closed, and the breath on her body became even more profound and unfathomable, as quiet as eternal death, as if she was no longer an individual, but a part of a huge existence. The layers of death auras weaved countless defenses, making these eyes unable to guess his reality and reality.

This is the posture of heaven and man that deduces the power of death and reincarnation to the extreme.

She is stronger than before.

The netherworld aura on the ground disappeared in an instant, and there was no death or resentment, without a slight noise. Although there was still a corpse, the wounds on the body still remained unchanged. But the gloomy aura disappeared, the eyes on the face closed again, the blood and tears dissipated, and the expression calmed down again.

The bright sunshine shone from the sky, the forest was lush, and a few birds crowed, as if everything just now was just a dream.

Xia Qi and the disciples standing on the wall were stunned, "Is this the power of God?"

The leader of the group of defeated soldiers who surrendered opposite the other side also showed a look of shock, as if he was a little unbelievable, "How is this possible? No, this is fake, I don't believe it."

When they combine the spirit with a certain power between heaven and earth, they can more deeply experience the flow of various qi between heaven and earth, so they understand how terrible this is.

Of course, they are even more humble to the gods.

The gods returned to the hall in front of them, staring at the gods on the Lord's seat in front of them, waiting for his command.

"Then, the next step is to deal with these losers." Pei Ziqing smiled suddenly, playing with Yu Ruyi in his hand, which was shining brightly, but the smile revealed a bit of cruelty.

"These defeated soldiers, officers and above, were all demoted to slaves. As for those who were originally slaves, they ordered them to convert to their beliefs, otherwise they would die." He said these words calmly.

Even though he had a deep appreciation for Feng Bai before, he would not be affected by this emotion when he made a decision.

His emotions are like the turbulent waves on the sea. No matter how the storm changes on the sea, the abyss under the sea is still bottomless and will never be shaken at all.

"Will this be a bit too cruel?" said a god in the middle of the road.

"Cruel? Do you really think it's cruel for me to do this?" Pei Ziqing asked back, not angry.

Pei Ziqing looked over and saw through his origin at a glance.

It turns out that it is because of the new God born from the body of the old God that it seems so naive.

The other gods did not speak out at this time, obviously expressing their agreement. Some even cast angry eyes at him, staring at him viciously, warning him not to speak nonsense.

The war that has lasted for several days has not only been injured by themselves, but also greatly damaged the heroes under their respective commands, and some of them cannot even save their souls.

Although these injuries are necessary, some of them are not what they are willing to accept. It can be said that the group of prisoners below them are so hated to the core.

After all, who doesn’t have any feelings? Even cats and dogs have feelings after raising them for a long time, let alone a person? Some of these souls who died in battle have deep feelings for them.

Now this anger cannot be vented, and there is a place to vent.

If it weren't for the hall, they would even have a chance to tact with him, so that he could understand that he should not be so naive in this world.

They are not new gods like him, and the youngest of them have passed hundreds of years. How can they be merciful to their enemies?

"How can I repay my kindness with kindness? I never need mercy to the enemy. Well, this matter has been settled." Pei Ziqing said lightly, his tone without doubt.

The god who spoke just now retreated, and he seemed to have realized himself

Below Xiacheng, a group of prisoners knelt on the ground, and their weapons were confiscated.

"My request is very simple. Now, if you want to survive, change your beliefs, spit at this guy, or step on it." Xia Qi stood on the high platform and said to the prisoners below.

The four soldiers brought two statues of God together, and then placed them on the ground, and dust flew out of the air.

A group of soldiers were watching them vigilantly and observing their reactions.

Hearing this, the prisoners kneeling on the ground all felt unwilling.

Some even jumped up and wanted to resist.

Next, he slashed directly with a sword.

Blood splattered, and a head flew out and landed on the ground.

Next, a slave girl stood out from the crowd.

She looked a little calm, ignoring the roars and angry curses of others, and said, "As long as I am willing to convert to the letter?"

"Yes, as long as you are willing to change your faith and choose to believe in the great way." Xia Qi, who was standing in front, was a little surprised. He originally planned to designate a cowardly person to start with, but he did not expect a child to come forward on his own initiative, but this was not worthy of being too surprised. So he answered according to the procedure.

"Then I am willing to believe in the great way."

After saying that, the little girl nodded seriously, stepped on it hard, and then spitted.

When someone in the captive group saw this scene, they immediately cursed loudly and cursed, "The wind will not let you go! You must die a good death!"

"The wind has failed, He no longer exists. But we can continue to live."

An angry red light appeared on the statue's face, but it soon died under the suppression of divine power.

In fact, if all the faith of the gods is not exhausted, they may have a chance to return. Resurrection is not a false statement, so faith must be killed.

Everyone was shocked because in this world where the real god existed, such behavior represented a complete break.

But they didn't respond because it was in line with the rules.

Then, one by one, some people refused to cooperate, and of course some people converted to the letter. Among them, the convertible accounts for the majority.

If you don’t cooperate, you have to die.

After all, people are realistic.

Black air flowed into a ranking above from all directions. This time it became more obvious, with countless faces faintly revealed, including men, women, young and old. They were wailing and cursing. Of course, this could not change anything.

Then, strands of white air poured into the tablet from the heads of the people who were kneeling on the ground and converting their letters. The fortune of the Xia people increased significantly with a visible increase in the naked eye.

In fact, the number of these people is not too large, mainly the role of the clan movement.
Chapter completed!