Many Mohist disciples also knelt on the ground with their hands covering their ears in pain, while the refugees taken in by Qianji City had spontaneously walked out of their homes, worshipped the sky, and unconsciously recited the precious edict.

Meng Yu's talent soared to the sky.

"A gentleman does not speak of strange things!"

Just seven words, but full of talent.

The Art of Holy Words covered the entire Qianji City.

Kong Hanan felt better, and many Mohist disciples stood up again. The people all looked confused.

The Zhuxian crossbow roared and shot towards the brilliant light in the sky, but the crossbow arrow could not cause any trouble to the figure. It was like an egg hitting a rock, and it shattered under the precious light before it even touched the figure.

The figure enveloped by the precious light let out a sigh of compassion.

"I seek out the suffering in the human world, only to lead you out of the mundane world. Why do you resort to violence against me?"

The precious edict was still ringing in his ears, and along with the sigh, it was like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of everyone in Qianji City.

Emperor Qinghua of Dongji felt so wronged and helpless. Why would such a benevolent and savior god make things difficult for him?

Meng Yu groaned, his face pale, as if he had suffered internal injuries.

The Mohist disciples on the city wall vomited blood and fell to the ground.

"It's alright. Anyone who is willing to follow me only needs to pray sincerely, and they will be freed from the sea of ​​suffering."

The divine voice came again, like a magnanimous and benevolent person.

He never mentioned his unwilling followers, as if he was magnanimously letting people off the hook.

The refugees taken in by Qianji City were no longer confused. They bent down and recited the precious edict again with determination.

As the human voices and the divine prayers overlapped, some people actually began to float in the air and fly into the sky.

This makes it even more convincing.

But is Qinghua really as magnanimous as he says?

The immortals under his command had ferocious faces and descended from the sky, and those people could not see them.

In a corner of Qianji City, there are evil spirits everywhere, but those people cannot see them.

Perhaps these mortals will be led to heaven and live the life they want.

But the Mo family and the subordinates of the underworld will also be crushed to ashes by this god in places they cannot notice.

People only want to see what they want to see.

Kong Hanan gritted his teeth, forced himself to draw out the Heavenly Punishment Sword.

But before he could take any action, those who had prayed sincerely and flew to the sky fell back to the earth.

Dongji's voice was gnashed with teeth.

"Kong! Han! An!!"