I became a god and chose to join the chat group

Chapter 86 Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms

Accompanied by the high-pitched dragon chant, the golden dragon purely condensed from internal force galloped towards the two of them.

"Young Master, be careful!" Deng Baichuan's eyes widened suddenly, he grasped the long sword, and unleashed his surging internal force, which suddenly pierced through the golden dragon.

Seeing that Deng Baichuan blocked his palm with ease, Wang Jiantong shrank his pupils, a little shocked, but he doesn't care about it now.

He turned his head to look at Murong Fu, "Murong Fu, I said that all the disciples of my Beggar Sect have been sentenced to the Beggar Sect. It turns out that you are behind the scenes!"

He stepped forward again, and the surging internal force in his body burst out.

Deng Baichuan's body moved, and he firmly blocked the middle of the two.

"Okay, since you want to die, I'll finish you first!" Wang Jiantong stared at the opposite person viciously, and didn't care so much, so he beat him up first.

Immediately, the two top experts clashed, and it became extremely intense in an instant.

The terrifying internal force spread in all directions, walls collapsed, trees crumbled, and smoke and dust filled the sky.

Murong Fu didn't have the slightest worry about this battle.

As Qiao Feng's master, Wang Jiantong was also the previous leader of the Beggar Gang, and he was considered a top-notch master.

And although Deng Baichuan's internal strength is proficient, he still has some distance from a first-class master.

However, after chanting the sacrificial words, these gaps have been gradually filled, and there is even a faint trend of surpassing first-class.

This kind of movement was too huge, and it attracted the attention of the masters of the Creation God Sect who were on guard.

"Who is it? Dare to be presumptuous!"

"Don't panic, my old nine is here to help you!"

"Hey, that thief, why don't you hurry up and let go...Old leader?"

After these masters saw Wang Jiantong's face clearly, their bodies froze.

Their eyes looked back and forth between Wang Jiantong and Deng Baichuan, quite at a loss.

Murong Fu's current subordinates in Kaifeng Mansion are basically former disciples of the Beggar Clan.

Another palm clash, a terrifying force erupted, Wang Jiantong and Deng Baichuan retreated almost at the same time, several trees not far away were affected by the aftermath of their efforts, and suddenly shattered.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm down the surging internal force in his body, Wang Jiantong looked coldly at the elders who were at the helm of the beggar gang around him.

"Okay! Really good! Thanks to the hard work of the old man who came here from Xingzilin, I was worried that you would be forced to do nothing. In the end, all of you are willing!"

"Moreover, it's not just one or two, it's all the elders of the Beggars' Clan in the sub-helm of Kaifeng Mansion, and most of the Beggars' Clan's disciples, who rebelled together!"

Wang Jiantong burst out laughing suddenly, his hair was flying because of his inner strength, and he roared ferociously: "How can my beggar gang feel sorry for you? Tell me!"

long silence.

Suddenly, the Ninth Elder of the Beggar Gang's branch knelt down on the ground. He bowed his head deeply to Wang Jiantong, "Old Master, I was rescued from the human traffickers by you and joined the Beggar Gang. You are very good, and the Beggar Gang is also very good." Well, we are sorry for you."

"...you have to give a reason, right?" Wang Jiantong's body was shaking.

Taking a deep breath, the Ninth Elder of the Beggar Clan's sub-ruler suddenly raised his head, and stared at Wang Jiantong with burning eyes.

"In today's world, Xixia soldiers are approaching the distant desert of the Song Dynasty, and there are Khitan people in the north watching over them."

"This is a troubled time! Perhaps in the near future, the Great Song Dynasty will perish. And our Han family will fall into the hands of foreigners."

"At that time, what is the difference between us and slaves and livestock? We don't want to see the reappearance of the chaotic scene!"

Wang Jiantong was silent. He took a deep look at the Ninth Elder, the anger on his face suddenly dissipated, and he said a little tiredly, "What does this have to do with your betrayal of the Beggars' Sect?"

"Of course it's because of the leader!" The Ninth Elder's face suddenly showed a frenzy of fanaticism, which made Wang Jiantong look very strange.

"The leader is the God of Creation walking in the world, and the God of Creation possesses immeasurable power!"

"He is great and lofty, gentle and strict like a father, protecting every believer."

"We want to overthrow the Great Song Dynasty, we want the Northern Expedition! We want to destroy the Khitan Kingdom, we want to tear up the Western Xia Kingdom! Then, let the God of Creation descend upon the earth with the immeasurable grace!"

"We will believe in Him and be grateful to Him. And God will give us the meaning of living. Let peace come, let us not have to worry about alien invasion, and let no one starve to death in the world!"

The corner of Wang Jiantong's mouth twitched, and his originally peaceful face twisted again, "God? It's really ridiculous!"

"If you want to overthrow the world and not be ruled by foreign races, then there are still people who say you betrayed the beggars...but you say you are for the so-called god?"

"Then what about the gods? Let your gods come to me and let me have a look!"

At this moment, the expressions of those beggar gang elders who had shame on their faces changed, their eyes became cold, and they stared closely at Wang Jiantong.

"Old leader, please be careful!"

"I respect you very much! But if you insult God again, don't blame me for fighting to the death!"

"Old leader, please don't be obsessed! Such a crime will never be restored after death!"

Wang Jiantong stared dumbfounded at the group of people present, his face was dull.

The elders of the Beggar Clan that he brought out with one hand were about to turn their faces as soon as they heard insulting the god, and they didn't show any sympathy.

Wang Jiantong glanced at Murong Fu calmly.

What kind of ecstasy did you give them?

Noticing the look in his eyes, Murong Fu stepped forward and looked back with burning eyes, "Gods really exist!"

"Senior Wang, if you want to prove it, I will prove it to you now! Please recite it with me..."

Murong Fu recited the sacrificial rites loudly, many elders of the Beggar Clan became obsessed, they all knelt down on the ground, clasped their hands together, and recited together.

Wang Jiantong's eyes were straightened, and his brain was in chaos, he seemed angry, powerless, and sad.

With a wry smile, Wang Jiantong didn't even know what kind of state of mind he was in, so he kept up with the rhythm of this group of people and chanted gently.

And when he finished, his body trembled violently.

At this moment, he actually saw God!
It is impossible to describe in words how strong and stalwart that god is.

Just like you are looking at the endless starry sky, you can only feel your own insignificance and insignificance.

Shivering, Wang Jiantong woke up suddenly, and turned his head to look at Murong Fu with a dull expression.

Actually... everything is true?
But how is this possible!
It doesn't make sense.

"My internal strength..." Wang Jiantong noticed the changes in his body, he raised his hand again, and made a move of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the golden dragon phantom became more solid than before.

He suddenly took a deep breath, "This level of solidification... doesn't seem like someone else gave it to me, but rather I cultivated it myself. But, why..."

With a calm face, Murong Fu walked up to Wang Jiantong step by step. He stared at Wang Jiantong seriously, "Senior Wang, join us!"

"Let us, under the watchful eye of God, build a glorious and prosperous world, a world where no poor will starve to death!"

Wang Jiantong's lips trembled, he looked at Murong Fu for a long time, and even his expression changed many times.

Several times, when Deng Baichuan saw his ferocious face, he couldn't help but want to rush up to protect Murong Fu.

But in the end, Wang Jiantong still didn't hit the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

He knelt down on the ground with a plop, and said softly: "If, that God can really grant a world where no one starves to death."

"Then, so what if I sacrifice everything?"

Murong Fu looked at Wang Jiantong who was kneeling on the ground with a smile on his face, not surprised at all.

During his preaching time, he has seen many such scenes of repentance.

Just as he was about to reach out to support Wang Jiantong's body, he heard Qiao Feng's angry shout from outside the door, "Murong Fu, what are you going to do?"

"Let go of my master!"

(End of this chapter)