Qin Ze's method was very simple.
The divine light could penetrate the void and shoot far enough, so he regarded himself as a human-shaped light bulb.
The average height of the factories in this area was not very high.
The highest was only three stories high.
Qin Ze flew around the factory area while shining.
Only when his body was parallel to the two sides of the window, the believer's clone would not see the shadow of the divine light projected on the ground.
Through two vertical windows, two intersecting straight lines were determined.
There is no doubt that the intersection of the straight lines is where the hidden space is.
At this moment, the sun has completely set, and the Snow City is shrouded in the night.
Qin Ze took out the communication card and sent a message to Dao Wang and Bianbian Huashui at the same time, telling them the specific location of the factory.
"Why is Lao Dao so slow this time?"
After waiting for a few seconds, Qin Ze did not see anyone.
The last time he used the magic card, Dao Wang appeared almost at the moment when the light column shot into the sky.
"I'm here."
The Dao Wang suddenly appeared behind him.
Qin Ze was startled.
"Can you not be so startled next time?"
Knife King looked up at the fog of war in the sky and said lightly: "Tell your people to keep an eye on the hunting beast."
Qin Ze nodded: "Don't worry, we are all professionals."
Soon, the knife king looked around the entire factory, but did not find anything unusual.
"Are you sure the people are here?"
Qin Ze pointed to an ordinary empty space and said: "There is a hidden space there, and the preachers and fanatics are all in it."
"Do you have a way to force them out?"
Knife King nodded slightly when he heard this: "Just determine the location."
Qin Ze couldn't help but think of the battle with Virgo.
The incomparable shelter space suffered a Waterloo for the first time and was split open by the knife king.
For the ninth-level warriors, they can already ignore some of the rules of space.
Knife King drew out a war knife and slashed a white knife aura more than ten meters long in the direction Qin Ze just said.
It was clearly just an empty space, but the sword energy was intercepted above.
With a "bang", the sword energy exploded in the void.
Cracks appeared in the surrounding space, like a piece of glass that was hit hard.
Qin Ze's eyes lit up, it was indeed here.
Boom boom boom boom --
The Sword King then slashed several swords in one breath, and the hidden space was completely shattered, and a dilapidated abandoned factory appeared.
Under the violent shock of the space, the two walls of the factory had collapsed, and the internal scene was in full view.
Hundreds of fanatics knelt on one knee, with solemn expressions, as if waiting for something great to happen.
The preacher kept his arms open, looked up at the Sword King and Qin Ze in the distance, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"You came at the right time."
"Come and admire the greatness of our Lord!"
After the words fell, the ruby on the preacher's staff began to shine, like a bloody meteor.
The fanatics lowered their heads tightly, repeating the same sentence in unison.
"Lord bless all living beings."
"Lord bless all living beings."
"..."
The huge body in the painting suddenly lit up scarlet eyes.
The gray fog immediately rolled out of the painting, instantly filling every corner of the factory.
The clone in the eggshell screamed on the local area network: "I think I can still save it, is there anyone to save your hero!"
"I am the MVP of this operation, I must not fall here!"
The King of Fa watched with relish: "Why panic, the preacher will not let you."
Seeing the gray fog swallowing the black egg, the clone was surprised to find that the eggshell isolated all the gray fog outside, and he was relieved.
However, other fanatics were not as lucky as him.
The gray fog poured in from their nostrils, ears, eyes and other parts connected to the outside world.
The fanatic's whole body was shaking violently due to pain, but his face was still extremely pious and fanatical.
After the gray mist traveled through their bodies for a cycle, it immediately brought out a ray of light blue light, which was absorbed by the staff the moment it left the body.
"What is that?"
Qin Ze looked at the light that kept flying out of the fanatics' bodies. It was neither the source of life, nor the blood and spiritual power.
He had never seen it before.
The Sword King pulled out another sword and held it tightly in his hand.
"The power of faith."
Qin Ze was stunned: "Faith?"
The Sword King explained: "The preacher is harvesting their faith. Perhaps this is the real purpose of the evil god."
Qin Ze couldn't believe it. Faith can also be harvested?
While he was still in a daze, the Sword King had already killed him.
Although he didn't know what the preacher wanted to do, he couldn't let him continue.The Sword King "had no martial ethics" and wanted to interrupt the preacher's spell casting.
However, as soon as he approached the edge of the factory, the gray fog inside suddenly exploded with a "bang".
The gray fog swept in all directions in an instant, and the Sword King was also swallowed.
The familiar murmurs and whispers immediately rang in his ears again, and the pervasive gray fog also wanted to penetrate into his body.
However, all of this was completely isolated by his powerful body.
The vision was obscured by the fog, and the Sword King snorted coldly, holding the sword and killing towards the location of the preacher in his memory.
Qin Ze quickly retreated to avoid being hit by the gray fog.
"It looks familiar."
Qin Ze muttered to himself.
The gray fog emerging from the floor painting was almost exactly the same as what he saw in the Zero Alien Realm.
"Is this the same thing as in the Zero Alien World?"
Miss Jianxie behind him answered: "Yes, they are all soul breath."
"Soul breath?"
Miss Jianxie explained: "The form of the soul after it is broken."
"It contains countless resentments and unwillingness."
"And this is not an ordinary soul breath, it is formed by the mixture of people and strange beasts."
"Because of this, people with weak mental strength will be affected, which is what you said before in the Zero Alien World."
Qin Ze's face was solemn.
How many people and strange beasts will die in such a large area of gray fog?
The believer's clone was in the best viewing position, and he saw everything that happened in the factory.
The gray fog kept pouring into the body of the fanatic and then pouring out, bringing out a stream of light blue light.
As more and more faith was harvested, the body of the fanatic shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Finally, it completely turned into a weathered skeleton, fell to the ground and turned into a pool of white powder.
After the last of the light blue light was absorbed by the cane, the Sword King came to the preacher with two swords in his hands.
The preacher grinned: "Mortals, tremble at the feet of the great Lord!"
More gray fog rushed out of the painting.
Then, low roars and roars came from inside.
A foreigner with a rotten body and a rusty broken sword in his hand walked out of the painting.
Qin Ze, who saw this scene from the perspective of the clone outside, was stunned.
"Zombie."