The cane was made entirely of wood, with a sparkling ruby inlaid on the top, which was similar to the one used by the previous preacher.
The clone's sight was attracted by the ruby.
The ruby was like the devil's eye, and the clone's soul was about to be sucked into it.
The voice of the King of Fa suddenly exploded in his ears, with a hint of thunder.
"Don't be in a daze."
The clone shook his head and finally came to his senses.
"Is this... for me?"
The clone asked knowingly and pretended to be polite.
The preacher replied: "Yes, this is what I prepared for you."
"There is the Lord's mark on it."
"As long as you communicate with the cane with your mental power, the mark will be engraved on your body."
"From now on, you are the new preacher."
Hearing this, the clone's breathing gradually became rapid.
He took the cane with both hands, and a bone-piercing chill instantly spread to every corner of his body.
The clone murmured excitedly in his heart: "Woo woo woo woo ~ finally the gold coins exploded!"
"Dad, Mom, I've made it!"
"I've made it!"
The clones in the local area network were speechless.
Then, the believer clone couldn't wait to communicate with mental power.
At the critical moment, Qianmian stopped him.
"Don't do it yet."
"Qin Gou is not here, you can communicate with the cane directly. If something unexpected happens, no one will clean up the mess."
The clone stopped in time.
Qianmian's words made sense.
I finally made it, I must not die halfway.
Qianmian then said, "Besides, I think it smells so good."
The clone shuddered: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Qianmian explained: "I mean the cane."
Even the mature and steady Devourer said, "Indeed, I have the same feeling."
The Dharma King said, "I want to talk about it."
The believer's clone was full of black lines on his face, cursing, "Get out! You all have soul beads, don't think about my cane!"
The Lord of Mist instructed, "To be safe, wait until this battle is over, and you absorb it when Qin Ze is by your side."
The clone sighed silently and put down the cane.
The preacher asked in confusion: "Why don't you absorb the Lord's mark?"
The clone replied: "I am right under the eyes of that god right now."
"If I become a preacher now, I will be too conspicuous."
"I am not afraid of death, but I am mainly worried about ruining the Lord's great cause."
"Can you open the eggshell so that I can sneak out in the chaos?"
"When I get to a safe place, I will take a good bath and burn incense before welcoming the Lord's holiness."
The preacher sighed: "You are worthy of it. You are so thoughtful. Now I am finally relieved."
The gray fog around the eggshell began to become thicker and thicker.
Gradually, the clone could no longer see Qin Ze and Dao Wang and others in the distance.
The black egg suddenly rose into the air, and then carried the believer's clone to fly out of the gray fog at a high speed.
As a man with the mission of the best actor, the clone insisted on standing the last shift.
He turned to face the preacher and shouted hurriedly: "Master... Master, can we meet again?"
The preacher smiled bitterly: "The new god of this world is much more powerful than I thought."
"You must be extremely careful in your future preaching. Remember to wait until half of the creatures in this world become believers before you can descend to the divine domain."
"I wanted to show you in person how to use the preacher's ability and kill these two hidden dangers by the way. Now the latter goal cannot be achieved."
"But the Lord can have a loyal preacher like you, and everything I have done is worth it."
The clone holding the cane in both hands had slightly red eyes and trembling lips and said: "Are you really going to die?"
The preacher smiled freely: "It is my honor to be able to dedicate myself to the Lord."
The clone couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the preacher was really awesome.
Not only did he deceive his buddies, he also deceived himself.
As the distance got farther and farther, the preacher's voice became smaller and smaller.
"Please pass on your loyalty to the Lord, and let the holy light illuminate every dark corner of this world..."
The believer's clone stood straight, pressed his right fist against his heart, and shouted: "Loyalty--Sincerity!"
The black egg was thrown high into the sky like a baseball, flew out of the area where the gray fog was, and finally landed near the surrounding mountains.
After landing smoothly, the eggshell immediately broke, and the clone was finally free.
He looked at the cane curiously, couldn't help but lick it with his tongue, and then smacked his lips.
"It doesn't smell good either."
"No taste!"
...
On the other side, the knife king was about to tear the preacher into pieces.
Although the preacher's body was still repairing, it was already very slow.
Qin Ze heldMiss Jianxie stood in front of the painting.
The "Lord" had not given up on the preacher, and insects kept flying out of it.
Qin Ze turned into an insect exterminator, killing every one that came out.
The preacher looked at his gradually crumbling body, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"I'm surprised that you can find my weakness."
"Although my plan was interrupted by you, and I can't return to the Lord, you have to be buried with me."
He secretly vowed in his heart to clear all obstacles for the new preacher.
The insects poured out of his broken brain cavity and ran wildly along his body to his feet.
The number of maggots was so large that they swallowed the preacher's huge body in an instant.
Qin Ze couldn't help but look back when he heard the sound, and his scalp was numb.
Even the always calm Lao Dao was a little uncalm at this moment.
The maggots kept wriggling on the preacher's body, entangled with each other, and the squeaking sound was endless.
The Sword King slashed several times in one second, but all were blocked by the fragile insect, and the insect was unharmed.
Bang bang bang bang bang --
Then, the insects began to explode one after another.
From the small insect body, large balls of dark green viscous liquid burst out, and at the same time, shock waves comparable to those of a nuclear bomb explosion were generated.
The violent shock waves were like waves, one stack after another, smashing all the nearby ruins.
The Sword King in mid-air was pushed nearly a hundred meters away without warning.
As for Qin Ze, he was pushed into the painting continuously.
Qin Ze hurriedly propped Miss Sword Box on the ground to use as a shield.
But without Miss Sword Box's obstruction, the insects in the painting flew towards the preacher one after another.
Zila Lala --
Qin Ze's body was shaking with thunder, and he built an airtight wall of lightning in front of the painting.
The moment the bug touched the lightning wall, it turned into carbon powder.
Qin Ze frowned slightly.
"The bug turned into carbon powder after being affected by external forces, instead of self-exploding like the preacher."
"He used himself as a medium to forcibly release the energy in the bug."
"It's nothing more than the last struggle before death."
After a while, the explosion ended.
A slightly puzzled voice suddenly sounded in Qin Ze's ears.
"Has the Star Gate... been reshaped?"
Qin Ze raised his head as if he had sensed something and looked into the blood-red eyes in the painting.