Belief In The Kingdom of God

Outside of an unnamed small city, Chen Ming looked at the unknown city in front of him and paused slightly.

Sensing the deep breath of Ruo Ruo Wu ahead, Chen Ming knew. Although it seems that there is no ancestor **** resident here, in fact, it is always shrouded in wisps of deep energy.

That is a kind of solid domain power, a power unique after being promoted to level five, powerful and transcendent. If the criterion for entering the fourth level is to go deep into the essence of a certain power and evolve it into an illusory domain, then the fifth level can turn the domain into a real and unimaginable power, and to a certain extent, it is truly capable of contending. The oppressive power of the world on one side is in the realm of itself. Although it is still in the world, it is faintly detached. It is the sign of the existence of the fifth level to influence the world with itself as the core.

Although the power of this silk domain shrouded in the city in front of him is very weak, it is actually connected to the main body and affects the whole body. As long as Chen Ming dares to go straight up like this, he is guaranteed to be spotted immediately, and a big battle is inevitable.

Chen Ming turned and looked around. At the caravan ahead, a large group of people followed. Among them, a thin, dark-faced young man appeared thin and seemed to be a recruited laborer on the road.

Seeing this young man, Chen Ming's thoughts moved, turned into a little light, and disappeared.

At the next moment, the young man was stunned. In the dark pupils, a little gold gradually appeared, but disappeared in a blink of an eye, which looked very strange.

"What's the matter with you? Hurry up!" At this moment when he was stunned, behind him, a tall middle-aged man said to him a little impatiently.

Hearing him speaking, Chen Ming turned around and looked at him.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man was shocked, and a sense of horror emanated from his heart, bringing bursts of coolness, faintly mixed with a sense of real fear, making him want to run straight away.

But the next moment, like an illusion, this feeling disappeared.

"Is that an illusion just now?" The thought flashed through the man's heart, but his head was instinctively lowered, and some did not dare to look at Chen Ming's face.

Seeing this, Chen Ming turned around and walked forward quietly.

At the city gate, there were specially guarded soldiers guarding the caravan. However, there is no phenomenon of taking bribes to enter the city. Each of them appears to be very heroic. The armor on his body is neat and clean, with a bit of murderous air, which makes people know that they are elite at a glance.

Seeing these people, Chen Ming was slightly surprised and looked a little bit sideways.

The owner of the caravan approached with a smile on his face. After a while, the entire caravan was released.

At the moment of entering the city gate, within Chen Ming's body, the divine power suddenly shrank, gradually covering up under the original aura of this flesh, and gradually covering up his own aura. At the same time, all the power fluctuations in his body ceased, and the whole looked like an ordinary mortal, inconspicuous.

Under these measures, the aura that originally enveloped the city fluctuated slightly, but finally returned to calm. He did not succeed in capturing that kind of aura, and was successfully avoided by Chen Ming.

"However, if you want to ensure that you won't be discovered, then you can't use divine power, but can only choose those that won't attract attention."

Sensing the kind of energy around him, Chen Ming thought so in his heart, his thoughts slowly fluctuating.

"However, this body is really weak."

He frowned slightly, very helpless.

After a while, when the caravan had moved to a place and the handover was completed, he slowly walked out.

Entering the city, scenes began to unfold.

Unlike the defensive elite, the city’s public security and people’s livelihood are unexpectedly poor. The streets are densely packed with hurried pedestrians. In the faint, thieves are raging in it, and in the dark corners, there are still A little bit of blood and groaning screams faintly echoed, frightening.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ming shook his head, and had a deeper understanding of the King Barrett of Indely.

This man was cruel and bloodthirsty in nature, keen on fighting and the army, but despised other things.

This kind of person may seem wise and martial, but in fact he is actually a war madman. Originally, if it were normal, as long as it could sustain its continuous offensive, then naturally there would be countless other methods, soft and hard foaming, slowly eroding his destiny between the day and the moon, and finally completely obliterating it.

But in this murderous world, this kind of person has the advantage and can also be favored by the world consciousness.

Chen Ming silently walked to a street. On the street, there was a little blood that hadn't dried up, and there was still a little wreckage that had not been cleaned up. He didn't know when the fighting happened.

And around the street, there are still a few remnants, with merchants intertwined among them.

"This guest, do you want to come here to see my collection!" A rough voice came from before him.

It was a huge and burly man, watching Chen Ming come here, and shouted loudly.

Chen Ming raised his head and looked forward: "What can I sell?"

A big table was set up in front of the big man. It was densely packed with bits and pieces, with broken shields and spears intact, and it looked messy.

Hearing what Chen Ming said, the big man smiled, and his laughter shook his surroundings like a roar of thunder.

"Come on, guest, look at this."

He enthusiastically said to Chen Ming: "The spears and shields collected from the battlefield, if you are a solo adventurer, or a young man who wants to join the army, you must really need this!"

"Look at this again, Dempsgayer's hand bones and Gula Oslin's iron crown are some very commemorative items! There must be nothing wrong with buying them back as a collection!"

Chen Ming looked on his wooden table and shook his head slightly.

From the perspective of his god, it is natural to see that almost 90% of the things on the table are fakes, or the quality is problematic, and only the remaining 10% are considered intact.

However, when he saw a simple and dark wooden sign, he was slightly taken aback, and he sensed something unusual from above.

It was a breath similar to the ancestor god, with a **** and mysterious aura, and faintly ominous.

Seeing Chen Ming looking at the wooden sign, the big man was slightly pleased and said, "The guests are really good-sighted!"

"This brand is said to be the remnants of the ancestral gods of a certain city-state after being ordered to be destroyed. Although it is broken, it is said that it has a certain power of the ancestors and can shelter the owner. It is also a very valuable thing for collection. !"

Hearing this statement, Chen Ming smiled slightly, but he couldn't help but complain: "Asylum? I think the curse is about the same."

From this wooden sign, he clearly sensed the remnants of the **** power unique to the ancestor god, with a certain resentment. If ordinary people carry it with them for a long time, sooner or later they will be contaminated by the power, and eventually they will find a series of unknowns.

"How do you sell this?" He was too lazy to reply, and asked straightforwardly, without concealing its meaning.

After paying the bill, Chen Ming directly picked up the wooden sign and walked to another corner. As for the currency used to pay the bill, it was contributed by the friendship of some thieves in the city.

In the dark, with a trace of fluctuations, on the wooden sign, a little blood-red power was slowly drawn into Chen Ming's body.