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This time, he has practiced to the point of perfection, and has reached the highest statue of the six-armed god of the great black sky.

Boss Hu yelled, "Open."

The six-armed statue of Daheitian behind him suddenly seemed to come to life, constantly dancing with weapons, and the sound of singing appeared on it.

I saw that Mr. Hu seemed to be much younger, his eyes were bright, and he danced strange dances beside the altar.

Accompanied by the sound of singing, the rhythm of his dancing became faster and faster. At this time, the statue of Dahetian seemed to come alive, and traces of blood appeared from the statue of Dahetian.

I saw thick dark clouds appearing in the sky, above which thunder and lightning flickered.

Seeing this, the people in the tribe changed their complexions and bowed down one after another.

"Could this be the Daheitian statue? It actually appeared? Could it be because of Mr. Hu."

"It must be Mr. Hu. Who else can invite the statue of Daheitian besides Mr. Hu?"

"It's just that Mr. Hu is old now, can he survive?"

There was a lot of discussion among the people, all of them showed worried expressions.

People in the tribe don't know that communicating with Daheitian is a very energy-consuming thing.

At this moment, a beam of light descended from the sky, covering the position of the altar.

The people in the tribe became agitated one by one.

At this time, a tall and thick man came out, with various bone ornaments on his body, full of majesty.

Seeing the expressions of the crowd, he also looked in the direction of the altar, only to see that the beam of light gradually disappeared.

He sighed and glanced at the members of the tribe one by one.

After seeing their chief come out, these members stopped talking one by one.

At this time, the middle-aged man who ordered Wuchen to be imprisoned in the cell frowned and followed behind the chief.

943 He said: "Chief, do you think the Mahakala statue will respond to us this time, it has..."

Hearing this, the chief raised his hand to signal the middle-aged man to stop.

The chief looked at every plant and tree in the tribe and said, "What tribe are we, and what gods have we worshiped since ancient times?"

The middle-aged man struggled for a while, and finally said: "The one enshrined is Dahetian, but chief, we have obtained our current status, except for practicing the skills passed down by the ancients, there is no shadow of Dahetian."

Having said that, he pointed angrily at the statue of Dahetian behind him, and said, "If it can really hear our voice, it should protect us like other tribes."

The chief sighed, staring at the dark clouds in the sky, and said: "Did you know? The existence of Daheitian has been shaken in our tribe now, if our tribe does not believe in the word of Daheitian, what do you think will happen?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was speechless. He thought for a while and said, "We can only change to one god?"

The chief snorted coldly and said, "A dead wood cannot be carved. Why do you think other tribes are rising now?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he said sarcastically: "Why don't they join forces to attack us, otherwise they can't compete with us.".

Chapter 176 No Faith, Walking Dead

The chief shook his head again, and he seemed to be a lot tired.

He said: "No, no, the prosperity of other tribes has something to do with their worship of the gods they enshrine day and night. They believe in their gods very much, and they don't have any distracting thoughts."

"Just imagine if we are like this, and we have gathered our fighting power, are we still afraid of these people joining forces?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man was startled, and he said in confusion, "Chief, I can't figure it out now."

The chief sighed, pointed to the plants and trees in front of him, and said, "Why do you think these plants can grow vigorously and slowly move towards the big trees in the sky."

The confused eyes of the middle-aged man slowly lit up, and he said: "Because these plants are spiritual objects in the world, they have faith hidden in their hearts, because they believe that they can become big trees in the sky."

A smile appeared on the chief's face, and he said, "I think you already understand."

The middle-aged man understood it, and he had already integrated this truth in his heart. He said: "Chief, even if you understand this truth, our tribe is like a big ship that is crumbling."

"The big ship is already riddled with holes, and these holes are almost all internal problems. How can we repair these?"

The chief sighed, looked in the direction of the altar, and murmured: "This is why Mr. Hu went to the altar. He wanted to invite the statue of Dahetian at the last moment of his life, so that everyone in our tribe see, so that their hearts may be settled."

"Let our huge tribe know that tribes that have no faith and only rely on brute force to solve problems will eventually disappear in the long river of history."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man bowed his head and said nothing. He was ashamed of his previous behavior.

In the past, he didn't believe in god statues or Daheitian at all, thinking that relying on his own brute force was enough.

But now, one bad news after another appeared in their tribe.

Only then did he know that belief is the most important power.

If you don't believe in anything, nothing will happen.

The war between tribes is actually a war of faith.

At this moment, there was a booming sound from the direction of the altar, as if something had hit the ground, shaking the entire tribe's land.

Seeing this, the chief was shocked. He seemed to have expected something, and his complexion became extremely pale. He waved his hand and shouted:

"All of you stand on your posts, and no one is allowed to move around, otherwise I will punish each of you..."

Hearing this, the crowd quickly dispersed, the chief was very majestic in their hearts, and they did not dare to offend their chief.

The chief's eyes turned cold, and he said, "Amon, come with me."

With that said, he himself headed towards the altar first.

Seeing the chief's face at this time, the middle-aged man who was called Amon seemed to have a premonition that something bad was about to happen.

He hurriedly followed the chief towards the altar.

at the altar.

At this time, the blood on the ground continued to overflow, and the statue of Daheitian fell down and hit Mr. Hu, killing him on the spot.

The ground was in a mess, and densely packed pits spread out.

Not only that, but two or three of the arms of the Dahetian statue were broken one after another. The statue is full of gaps visible to the naked eye, which is very amazing.

The chief came over at this time, and he was stunned when he saw this scene.

"Old Hu..." the chief said with a choked voice.

At this moment, his face was ashen, as if he had been struck by lightning, and his eyes were full of pain.

The Chief murmured, "It's over? Is that over?"

Amon was shocked when he saw this scene, and his face was extremely pale. It was the first time he had seen the chief show such an expression. After he had been in contact with the chief for so long, he only knew that he was a resolute person.

Unexpectedly, this resolute man showed his weakness for the first time.

"Damn it." Amon clenched his fists, tears streaming down his face.

The statue symbolizing the black sky fell down, which means that they are no longer protected by the black sky, and without the blessing of the black sky, the whole tribe will be destroyed.

This disaster, without accident, will come soon.

The dark clouds in the sky linger for a long time, as if black and white are impermanent, wandering in the dark and cold sky, watching the tribes below coldly, and taking away the people in these tribes at any time.

What they didn't know was that there were already some people from the tribe standing outside the altar. They looked inside the altar in disbelief, all of them pale and terrified in their hearts.

"Falling down, the idol is down, this tribe is going to be finished."

"々｀ I don't want to be killed by people from other tribes. I still have a wife and children. What should I do?"

"Why did the statue fall down, why did Dahetian no longer bless us, is there something wrong with our tribe?"

The sound of crying kept ringing outside the altar, and they prayed to heaven one by one, instead of praying for the statue of Mahakala.

In fact, in their hearts, they have already forgotten the statue of Mahakala, they only know that looking up is the sky, and it is easier to believe in God than to believe in the statue of Mahakala.

"Until now, you still believe in God, but you don't believe in Dakhla, this is the result of you not believing in Dakhla, and not taking Dakhla as your belief." Hearing this, the chief obviously became very angry, and he shouted When he got up, the sound overwhelmed the audience, rumbling like thunder.

"If you believe in Dahetian, let Dahetian have incense here, and it will not ignore this place. It is already dark here, how can Dahetian (Nuoma Zhao) come to visit us again?"

The words of the chief touched the hearts of everyone present.

Amon came to his senses under the chief's call. He was the first to say: "Dahetian is the god we should worship. We have relied on the blessing of Dahetian since ancient times to come to this point."

"Because Mahakala ranks first among all the great protectors of the Dharma, with its protection, we should naturally move towards a bright future."

"The blessings that the ancients worked so hard for have been trampled by our generation. If the ancients and your ancestors knew about this, what would they think?"

When everyone heard this, they felt like they were struck by lightning, and a little light gradually appeared in their blank eyes.

Seeing this, the chief nodded secretly. He glanced at Amon. He didn't expect Amon to have such appealing power. At the same time, his eyes shone brightly, as if he was deciding something.

Chapter 177 Betrayal of Faith, Improvement of Strength

There seemed to be a little light in front of them, but darkness came one after another, gradually swallowing up that little light in everyone's hearts.

Without the blessing of the statue of Mahakala, nothing would be possible.

The chief glanced at Amon, and seeing the furious look on his face at this moment, he sighed in his heart. Now that he is powerless, it is useless to say anything.

The army outside had already overwhelmed, and Shishan had already fallen.

When will the next position be lost?

He now seems to have fallen into a bottomless pit of despair, sinking deeper and deeper, with no possibility of turning back.

"Compatriots, now we can only take up arms and fight against the enemy. We still have a glimmer of hope." The chief buried all the pain in his heart and raised his arms and shouted.

He is now the leader of the tribe, and all the responsibilities are on him, which makes him feel very tired.

Behind him, there are tribal men, women, old people and children.

On the chief's back, the pattern of the six arms of Daheitian emits bursts of faint light, and the six arms are dancing various weapons at the same time, with blood-red rays of light in his eyes.

Amon turned his head and glanced at the chief, and murmured, "The chief..."

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in prison.

At this time, Wu Chen was concentrating on practicing the Mahakala Dharma Gate. What he didn't expect was that the progress of this practice was amazingly fast. Only half a month had passed, and he had already reached the level of Mahavira's two arms. .

The pattern on it became more and more clear, and Daheitian's expression gradually became majestic and mysterious.

At this time, he felt a strange itching on his back, and saw another arm growing out from his back, now he has three arms, and soon, he will be a real four-armed black sky.

Heimu on the opposite side thought that Wuchen still had one arm, so he said lazily: "I see you are working so hard, you should have cultivated to the first arm by now, and you can do it in half a month. Call it a genius."

"It took the current tribal chief a month to cultivate one arm."

Hearing this, Wu Chen didn't tell the truth, but said with a smile: "Senior, I'm overwhelmed."

At the same time, he was startled in his heart. He actually has three arms now. Only after he practiced did he realize that this Daheitian technique is extremely difficult to practice. Every extra arm is like a gap, which is very difficult.

Unexpectedly, he has cultivated to the third arm in only half a month. Such a speed is not an exaggeration to describe it as a monster.

(dabe) If he tells the truth about his cultivation, it may be more disaster than blessing.

Only by cultivating to the level of the six arms of Daheitian as soon as possible can we protect ourselves, go to the altar they said, and leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Suddenly at this time, there was a loud noise outside.

Immediately afterwards, thunder rumbled, suppressing all voices.

This voice seemed to be telling sadness and the past, which shocked everyone in the cell.

Heimu's face turned pale at this time, he seemed to feel something, and said bitterly: "Could it be, he already..."

As he spoke, he froze in place, as if recalling various pasts.

Seeing this, Wu Chen also had a bad premonition in his heart, he asked: "Teacher, what's wrong?"

Heimu sighed, glanced at him, and murmured: "If I'm not mistaken, the statue of Daheitian just collapsed, and this tribe was abandoned by Daheitian."

"The most important thing is that Mr. Hu is probably dead."

As he said that, he seemed to have aged a lot, and his whole body seemed to be exhausted, and he staggered to the firewood and lay down.

Hearing this, Wu Chen was struck by lightning, he said in disbelief, "What? Mr. Hu is dead."

When he first came here, it was Mr. Hu who rescued him.

Afterwards, he taught him the Great Hetian method, not to mention other things, this old Hu has never done anything outrageous to him from the beginning to now.