These words were like adding fuel to the fire; the followers looked at Luo Wenxin with eyes that seemed to want to devour her whole.

Luo Wenxin hid behind Qiao Song, feeling wronged. "Oh dear, why is there still fighting and killing? Isn't this supposed to be a peace negotiation?"

Madam Luo's expression wavered slightly: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Mingzhuo turned around and dragged the Divine Lord over.

He had just tried to escape, but for some reason he was suppressed and captured by Tang Zhen and Master Yuan Hui.

“I’ve always found it strange that the Holy Child has a transcendent status in the church because he is the body prepared by the gods from beyond the heavens, but what does the God-King have? Moreover, the title of God-King is very strange, making others think that he is your boss.”

God: "...Don't try to sow discord!"

Mingzhuo threw the god to the ground and kicked him in the chest.

"This is a thousand-year-old ghost, old and ugly, what makes it worthy of your faith? I think it's because it's what you call your legacy."

Even after a god dies, he can always return to the mortal realm by using his resentment.

He was never a good person to begin with. If it is discovered time and again that he can manipulate his followers, will the other party still be able to suppress his ambitions?

The answer is obviously no.

He will gradually influence his followers, guiding the Saha religion in the direction he desires.

Although Mingzhuo always said that the extraterrestrial gods were false gods, that was only in her opinion. In a normal sense, the extraterrestrial gods were ultimately gods.

Gods do not need filthy blood and flesh for sacrifice, but the god-king is essentially a demon, and he does need it.

Under his deliberate guidance, the practices of the Saha religion have become increasingly extreme and filthy.