The two nearby streets have become ruins.
All the gray coats entered the scene.
But there was nothing to clean up.
The shock and impact caused by the battle between the two ninth-level warriors turned everything into powder.
Bianbianhuashui said in disbelief: "The preacher is not dead?"
"Didn't the knife king chop him into meat sauce? He is still alive!"
The other hunters were also very shocked.
Qin Ze explained the reason: "The cane is the real carrier of the preacher. It is useless no matter how many times the flesh dies."
The scholar said: "The preacher will definitely lie dormant, and it will be difficult to find him again."
Qin Ze said confidently: "The mountain man has his own tricks."
"Even if he escapes to the ends of the earth, I can find him."
What no one, including the preacher, does not know is that Qin Ze has put an eye next to the preacher.
Seeing Qin Ze's confidence, the hunters said nothing more.
"Let's go, take me to the fanatics you found."
As night fell, Bianbian Huashui and others took Qin Ze to an abandoned stadium.
All exits were strictly guarded by gray coats.
At this moment, nearly a thousand people were gathered in the stadium.
Among them, there were only 200 ordinary people, and the rest were first- and second-level warriors.
After a quick glance, Qin Ze found that they were all fanatics, and the speed of "preaching" was much faster than he expected.
A gray coat came to the crowd: "All the ordinary people in the city are here."
"Ninety percent of them are high school students from Beixing City."
"We just arrived by bus yesterday evening. The school said that they wanted to let the students see the hardships of warriors."
"It's almost the third year of high school. Compared with that, the hardships they have experienced are nothing."
The words of the gray coat awakened Qin Ze's memories of high school.
He remembered that on the first day of the third year of high school, the school organized a long hike for them, which was nearly 30 kilometers round trip.
Qin Ze couldn't help but sigh: "It turns out that schools all over the continent are the same."
The gray coat was stunned: "What did you say?"
"Nothing."
Qin Ze finally knew why the preacher didn't go to the rich businessman's son last night.
It turned out that he went to preach to the students.
Qin Ze stepped into the air and stood directly above the gymnasium.
The anxious fanatics calmed down for a while, and looked up at Qin Ze, wondering what these gray coats were going to do.
One of the fanatics shouted: "God bless you!"
The rest of the fanatics echoed: "God bless you!"
Qin Ze activated the source of God at this time, and the golden divine light burst out from his body, illuminating the entire gymnasium.
Qin Ze in the air was like a sun, and the dazzling divine light it emitted made people dare not look directly at it.
Lu Tongtong looked at the sun in the sky and couldn't help but be startled.
The edge of the water muttered: "It's so similar."
The Taoist said: "You think so too?"
The scholar thought: "Maybe they practiced similar skills."
Although there are some similarities, there are too many differences.
The hunters just attributed it to coincidence.
Under the illumination of the divine light, the pollution on the fanatics quickly disappeared.
Everyone in the stadium returned to normal. They looked at each other blankly, not knowing why they were here.
The inspector was overjoyed. He didn't expect Qin Ze to purify them.
He quickly asked the gray coats to enter the venue to maintain order and take everyone away in an orderly manner.
Qin Ze returned to the original place, his face full of fatigue, feeling that his body was hollowed out, and his stamina was comparable to "Three Seconds of Real Man".
Qin Ze didn't feel much when purifying one or two fanatics.
But purifying so many at one time really made him a little overwhelmed.
Fortunately, he didn't purify Lao Dao before, because the pollution on him was too heavy.
With Lao Dao's physical strength, even without his purification, the pollution can be cleaned up in less than 20 minutes.
Bianbianhuashui gave Qin Ze a thumbs up.
"Awesome, brother!"
"I thought all these fanatics had to be killed."
Qin Ze shook his head: "Although I can purify them, there are too many of them, and my ability alone is limited."
"To treat the plague, we can't just treat the symptoms without treating the root cause."
"The most urgent task is to find the source of the pollution."
Bianbianhuashui replied: "We will continue to work overtime tonight."
Qin Ze waved his hand and left with his tired body.
...
At the same time, the believer's clone in the "eggshell" suddenly emerged from a quagmire.
The black cane inlaid with rubies quietly floated in front of him.
The clone looked around, and this place seemed to be an abandoned factory.
It was broken everywhere, and there was also a thick layer of dust on the ground.
On the wall not far away hung a giant picture of five or six meters long.A thick gray fog was drawn on the picture.
A huge figure could be vaguely seen in the gray fog.
A simple altar was placed in front of the "God Map".
However, there were no offerings or decorations on it, it was empty.
The believer's clone said excitedly in the local area network: "I will make a great contribution this time!"
He broke into the enemy without any effort.
Who else!
The golden light suddenly shone in through the broken window, and the clone who was caught off guard was almost blinded by it.
"Who is pretending to be so dazzling!"
Qin Ze responded: "Hurry up and determine your position."
The believer's clone was impatient: "I know, I know, just wait for me to take you away."
The ruby inlaid on the top of the cane emitted a dark red light at this time.
Flesh and blood were quickly constructed in the light, and the preacher soon reappeared.
The believer's clone was surprised, but he did not forget his sense of mission as the best actor, and exclaimed: "Are you the messenger of God?"
The preacher was very satisfied with the clone's reaction.
"Yes, I am the messenger of God, the only preacher."
The believer's clone was full of admiration: "Then can you give me a holy baptism?"
The preacher shook his head: "Your loyalty does not need to be baptized anymore."
The clone proudly puffed up his chest.
Absolute loyalty!
Immediately, the preacher looked at the window through which the divine light had just penetrated, and said in a cold voice: "The source of the divine power with the power of purification, the great trouble must be eradicated."
The believer's clone asked: "Since you are a divine messenger, why didn't you let the reckless man with two swords join us just now?"
The preacher explained: "Transmitting the holiness of our Lord is a gradual process. No matter which world, we must start with the ordinary creatures with the largest base."
"At that time, ordinary creatures will transmit to level one warriors, and level one warriors will transmit to level two warriors... and so on."
"This way of transmission is the most stable and will never fail."
"I will directly perform cross-level transmission. No matter how much of the Lord's holiness is transmitted, the success rate is less than 10%."
"The warrior holding two swords today is the top combat power in your world, and it is almost impossible to succeed."
"I just wanted to use the Lord's sacred power to purify him, but I never thought that his body was too dirty and eroded the sacred power, so I failed."