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Chapter 1816 Excellent White-Feathered Chicken
The fire was burning, with flames and thick smoke rising.

The Zhou family members had their mouths blocked. They struggled and squirmed in fear, but it was useless. They could only watch the flames spread.

Their hair was frizzy, oil was coming out of their skin, and they were in great pain, but they could do nothing but watch.

Zhou Xiaocui, the only one whose mouth was not blocked, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Her body was shaking, and her beautiful big eyes were full of fear, but she said nothing and stared stubbornly at the flames around her.

"Live a day sober,"

"It's better than living like a pig or a sheep for the rest of your life!"

Zhou Xiaocui looked at the fanatical villagers around her with sarcasm.

This scene completely makes people believe that she has been bewitched by the demon.

A person who doesn’t care about the life and death of his entire family, and even himself, can such a person be a normal person?
This person has become the devil's lackey!
"Burn her to death!"

"Burn her to death!"

"..."

Countless villagers shouted enthusiastically.

For some reason, they shouted with extreme anger and felt a strange sense of pleasure in their hearts.

"...Command all things, subdue demons and calm the mountains..."

The ferocious look on the temple keeper's face disappeared, and he prayed compassionately.

"…the seven treasures that subdue demons, shining with spiritual light to break all darkness;"

"... With exquisite magic, he wields the sword of wisdom to slay all evil spirits. He commands thunder and lightning, commands the weapons of the three realms, and cleanses the evil spirits. The heavenly soldiers shine brightly, shocking the nine underworld monsters. He clears the universe with his might, and the evil spirits flee. He calms the mountains and brings peace to the earth..."

The villagers suddenly quieted down, and Tu Sanyi also quieted down.

They chanted hymns of prayer to God in unison. The magnificent and majestic sound spread in all directions, emitting a sacred light, dispelling all the darkness and all the frenzy. Everyone's heart was extremely peaceful and tranquil, and they found a brief peace in their prayers to God.

In this world of suffering, this is an extremely rare happiness for them, allowing them to temporarily forget the difficulties of the world.

In God, they found a little peace and happiness.

All the villagers had a peaceful look on their faces, which formed a sharp contrast with the crackling grease and flames burning on the stake.

The entire Zhou family was tied up and placed in a circle with a net from the inside and outside. At this time, Grandpa Zhou and Zhou Xiaocui's parents on the outermost layer had been spread by the flames and were swallowed by the flames.

The flames melted the ropes that bound them and the rags in their mouths. They twisted and squirmed, wailing miserably, their voices cutting through the sound of the chanting and echoing along with it.

This scene is so weird that it makes people feel cold.

"The religion of the evil god..."

Jiang Ding felt reluctant, sighed, and watched sadly.

He felt sad about the death of his fellow tribesmen who had not violated the laws of the immortal sect, and he sympathized with their pain, but he did not dare to look down on the world from a high position.

But he won't do it.

Because he will save the entire world of gods and Buddhas in the future, and he doesn't want to affect his plans for one person.

It doesn't matter whether he is noble or humble, hypocritical or sincere, he is just that kind of person. He only needs to be responsible for his own heart, instead of living for the opinions of others.

"and,"

"Whether it is hope or not, who can tell?"

Jiang Ding whispered.

Before this, he wondered why there were farms that produced quick-growing white-feathered chickens everywhere, so where were the more advanced farms?
Now we know that the more advanced breeding farm is here in the temple.

This temple keeper possesses a foundation-building level soul.

Of course, his soul had turned into a whole piece of blocked, integrated crystal through years of prayers and sacrifices to gods. It was only the material of a foundation-building soul, but it could not show any magical powers and could not bring him any physical or magical enhancements.

This is what is called self-destruction.

He is still a mortal and can only live for fifty years. It is unknown how many years a higher-level white-feathered chicken can live. It should be able to live longer. If there is not enough time, it cannot grow into a golden elixir-level soul. Why do we say hope or not?
Why do we say that there is hope in this temple priest?
Because this temple priest is not completely pious.

He became a temple keeper because his business ability was good enough. More incense power was born under his rule, which won the praise of the gods. It was also because he was more qualified. He was a white-feathered chicken that could grow meat better. With the same spiritual energy, he grew bigger, taller, and had more meat.

How could the gods be willing not to treat such an excellent white-feathered chicken with preferential treatment?

Moreover, although this temple keeper is greedy for money and lustful, has all kinds of small thoughts, and is not absolutely pious to the gods, he is still above the average level.

"No,"

"Even so, it's still too much of a coincidence to be so close to the passing line of piety."

An idea came to Jiang Ding's mind.

"This magical system of the universe should set a minimum standard. At least one should be pious to a good degree to become a temple priest. The spirit will become stronger, which will greatly reduce the humanitarian risk. This is more reasonable."

"The only drawback is that the quality of the white-feathered chicken has decreased a bit, but this is acceptable to the gods. They have plenty of time and don't mind such a temporary decrease."

“Now, that’s not the case.”

"So, is there some kind of strong pressure from the outside world that forces this deity to demand more high-quality souls, thus lowering the standards for temple priests?"

Jiang Ding guessed.

Is the external pressure a war?

The divine forces in this vast world are facing a war?
All kinds of thoughts come to mind, leaving them to be explored and verified in the future.

However, one thing is certain now: since this divine power has lowered the standard of piety for temple priests, it will definitely give humanity more fulcrum.

Jiang Ding looked at one of the villagers through Tu Sanyi's eyes.

Yu Yong.

This is a poor man in the village, even poorer than Tu Sanyi before his parents passed away. He has always been timid and cowardly, and is laughed at by many people.

But in recent months, he and Zhou Xiaocui have become very close and he has been fascinated by the beauty.

Yu Yong now looked like he was struggling in pain.

He hesitated and wandered about something, but finally he could not bear it anymore. His face became ferocious, and a violent light appeared in his pupils. He lost his mind and could no longer control himself.

"you!"

"All,"

Yu Yong spoke each word with a loud voice like a bell, easily dispelling the prayers of hundreds of villagers, and roared: "You all deserve to die!"

"Roar!"

"They all deserve to die!"

An extremely brutal and cruel murderous intent spread in all directions.

"Demon, demon..."

All the villagers woke up from their brief peace and looked at Yu Yong in horror.

The thin boy was constantly expanding and tearing his skin. From under the torn skin, fine scales, sharp claws and teeth were revealed. His bloody mouth was open and saliva was flowing.

This is actually a Tyrannosaurus Rex that is about ten feet tall!
"demon!"

"He's a monster!"

All the villagers screamed in terror and fled frantically in all directions.

"you!"

"They all deserve to die!"

The Tyrannosaurus roared violently, with madness in its eyes.

He even forgot to save Zhou Xiaocui. He just felt that the people fleeing around him were too annoying. He swung his sharp claws, piercing four people in a row, stringing them together into a blood gourd, and put them in his mouth to chew them, with blood splattering everywhere.

(End of this chapter)