Everyone who prays can hear Chen Xian’s voice, but apart from these "believers" who prayed, even those closest to Chen Xian can’t hear him. They seem to want to hear Chen Xian’s voice. If you want to communicate with Chen Xian, you must use "prayer"...

From this point of view, Chen Xian was indeed no different from God.

He could hear the prayers of the outside world beings praying to him, no matter whether the praying was a person or another creature, as long as they were willing to show their piety under this miracle, and show their respect for the "god" Chen Xian. Respect... Chen Xian could hear their voices.

"God... are you talking to me..."

The old herder raised his head tremblingly, looking at the beam of light that lit up in the West Kunlun Mountains... In fact, it was said that it was light, and it was better to say that it was an abnormal fountain, which was spit out from the mountain. It's not water or other liquids, it spit out all the light, colorful as if covering all the colors of the world.

With the passage of time, West Kunlun is also about to usher in the night.

If we look at the past situation, since it’s this point, the sky should be darker, but now... the sky is full of "glass shards" with colorful rays of light, as if the sky is covered by some This kind of force suddenly shattered, and the space was completely shattered. Those cracks made people look scared, but it could not be denied that they were all permeated with a strange sense of beauty.

In the eyes of these herders with pious beliefs, the ancient sky above their heads has never been so beautiful...Although they don’t know who is listening to their prayers, they don’t know who the gods who respond to them are. Not the gods that I believe in.

No, these are not important anymore.

As long as the **** is willing to respond, willing to listen to prayers compassionately, and be willing to manifest itself in this five-turbid world... Then no matter who this **** is, he will become the devout belief of these herdsmen, and even this belief is better than that of herdsmen. Beliefs passed down from generation to generation are firmer.

"Who are you..."

The old herder reverently bowed his head again and looked up at the dazzling sky. His gully face was full of doubts, but in this doubt... it was all visible and difficult to see with the naked eye. Disguise the excitement.

As long as you can communicate with the "gods".

As long as you can communicate with the "gods".

As long as you can witness the mighty power of the gods with your own eyes.

So whether it is these superstitious herders who lack cultural education, or those in big cities who have undergone higher education and believe in science...In the face of such gods, they will unreservedly dedicate their most pious and fanatical Belief.

"who am I?"

Chen Xian's voice became confused, as if he had forgotten his identity for a while, he thought for a while before giving the herdsman an answer.

"My name is Chen Xian."

At this point, Chen Xian’s voice completely disappeared from the minds of the herdsmen, and the "fountain" that directly led to the starry sky of the dome began to become smaller and smaller, until it completely disappeared in the West Kunlun Mountains...

When all this was calm, and even the sky returned to its original color, the herdsmen who were kneeling in the mountains slowly got up...

"Living Buddha!! It must be the Living Buddha in the mountain!" Some herdsmen cheered so excitedly.

"Maybe it's the descendants of Queen Mother Xi...maybe those gods!" Some elderly herders guessed like this, after all, they had heard all kinds of legends about Queen Mother West since they were young.

"No...not the living Buddha...nor the descendant of Queen Mother Xi...He is the true **** of mercy..."

The herder who spoke was the old herder who communicated with Chen Xian the most. He was not as eager to get up as the others... After the "miracles" disappeared one by one, he earnestly thanked the gods in his heart I am willing to listen to my prayers, and then piously bowed three times.

According to the old traditions of these herdsmen, three bows also have a different meaning.

Knocking on one's head represents one's respect to God and devotion to faith.

Knocking the head twice means that I am willing to listen to the teachings of the gods, and are willing to follow the gods in practice.

Knocking the head three times means that I am willing to reflect in front of the gods and repent of the sins I have committed.

Although these herdsmen don’t know who the **** who shocked them is, they are all willing to offer the most pious faith for "He"...

At this moment, the miracle completely disappeared, and the herdsmen gradually calmed down and began to discuss the "God of the World" who was resurrected in the West Kunlun Mountains.

It was also at this time that the fanatical herders discovered some phenomena that they could not believe.

In fact, it was not only human beings who were subdued by the mighty power of the gods, but also the animals in the mountains.

Whether it’s the cattle and sheep dogs domesticated by the herdsmen, or the wild animals in the mountains, such as antelopes, rabbits, rats, yaks, etc.... They all kneel on the ground and press their foreheads close to the ground, as if In offering the highest tribute to this unknown god.

"A miracle... the **** is finally about to recover in this world..."

The old herder looked like a madman, waving the crutch in his hand excitedly and fanatically, cheering with tears in his eyes.

"Look at these animals!! Even they will be bathed in divine grace!! This resurrected **** must be the **** of mercy!!"

"Quick!! Let's go up the mountain!! Maybe we can see that God with our own eyes!!"

At the same time, everyone in the mountain was deeply shocked by the previous miracle, because they felt that this incident was beyond the limit they could imagine... I thought Chen Xian was just receiving rewards and becoming stronger. Simple, but what are the facts?

"This...what's going on..." Lu Yisheng said vaguely, obviously already shocked to the extreme, "The sky is shattered... .The galaxy flows back...everything is resurrected...damn even the burning wooden stake has re-growth buds!!"

"This is a miracle."

Zhuge Jing looked at the cliff not far away, with surprise and excitement in his eyes, because he had already seen the hope of killing No.1.

"Chen Xian... he is not only as simple as getting stronger... definitely not that simple... as expected to be my elder brother..."

At this moment, Mr. Skeleton knelt on one knee, and put a strange posture toward the cliff without saying a word, as if he was doing some kind of weird prayer, whispering some unintelligible ancients in his mouth. language.

"Brother Bones, what are you doing?" Li Daosheng asked curiously.

"prayer."

Mr. Skull turned his head slowly, and gradually revealed a smile that was easy to see on his face that was not covered by flesh and blood.

"Do you need me to bless you?"

"..."

Everyone was silent and looked at each other for a while. No one dared to talk nonsense at this knot, because Mr. Skeleton's appearance is so weird, even so weird that people can't help but doubt... this bone. Jing can't be crazy, right? But he doesn't seem to be stimulated!

"It's..."

The old liar stared straight at the cliff, as if he could see Chen Xian in another space through the entrance, the muscles on his face kept twitching and convulsing, and it took him a long time to show a brilliant smile...

"My grandson is really good!! It's done!!! It's finally done!!! Hahahaha!!!"

"What is it?"

Seeing that the old liar was so happy, everyone couldn’t help but approached and asked. After all, the old liar had a deep relationship with Chen Xian. Maybe he knew how the previous visions came from, and it seemed that his reaction seemed to be unfavorable. Know some of Chen Xian's situation at the moment.

"Your good friend Chen Xian...he is really like his name...is going to become an immortal...no...the word immortal is not enough to describe ...Waiting for him to master his own power...At that time..."

At this moment, Mr. Skeleton suddenly interrupted the old liar, holding the ancient giant blade that was burning in both hands, and whispered piously and fanatically.

"Taste the resurrection of the blood of the gods...the **** of the world born in the world..."

"Hahaha! Yes! God of the world!"

The old liar laughed happily, his wild and wanton gesture made people look at him.

"West Kunlun is a blessed land that carries too many ancient myths and legends...but those legends are far worse than my grandson..."

"From today... he is the biggest legend in West Kunlun!"