After confirming the neutral attitude of the Sea-level powerhouses, Ren Ruofeng took his leave, leaving time and space for the others.
Naturally, the others did not disperse immediately. Instead, they took this opportunity to communicate with each other.
"Venerable One, do you know when the next Divine Gate will be opened?" Monastery Master Ma suddenly walked over and asked respectfully.
The other party also went last time, but he was just a bystander in the World of Deadly Souls.
Fang Ning was slightly stunned, then he understood Old Comrade Ma's intention. The other party definitely wanted to enter the new world to find resurrection tools.
Since divine creatures existed in the previous world, it was very likely that resurrection tools also existed.
Fang Ning hurriedly called out the green-skinned frog in the System Space and asked about this matter.
The green-skinned frog blinked its big eyes and said, "Oh, Axiom Daddy said to try to open it regularly in the future. The next opening time is set for a month later. The benefits are high, but the danger is great. However, it can be solved with the Death Substitution Method. "
"What do you mean?" Fang Ning was puzzled.
The green-skinned frog looked around and then secretly said, "Master, the so-called Death Substitution Method is the method of sending people to the list in the Apotheosis of Gods. After entering that world, there will be a certain death quota. As long as there are enough deaths, the safety of the remaining people will be greatly increased, and they can quit at any time. For Master's safety, I'm telling you in advance. Don't tell anyone else."
After hearing this, Sir System said bitterly, "This stupid frog is so good to you. It must be blind. Doesn't it know who's in charge?"
"Oh, hohoho." Fang Ning smiled proudly, "This is called a just cause enjoys abundant support."
"What do you mean by that? But it seems like I'll have to bring a few more bad guys in next time. It's really worrying the System. It seems like the bad guys are almost all killed. Even if there are fish that escaped the net, they won't dare to come to the Divine Gate. "Sir System said gloomily.
"Isn't that simple? Bring a few malevolent spirits with you and use them as a sacrifice." Fang Ning suggested.
"Stop it. I've painstakingly raised those malevolent spirits. I can't just kill them." Sir System did not listen to Fang Ning's suggestion.
"Anyway, there's still a month. We'll talk about it then." Fang Ning was too lazy to care anymore.
He immediately said to Old Master Ma, "In a month, the Divine Gate will reopen. Master, you can prepare."
When the others heard this, other than Bodhisattva who looked indifferent, everyone's eyes lit up.
After the last time they ascended the Heaven Gate, they already understood how great the benefits of ascending the Heaven Gate were.
As long as he survived and completed the mission, he would be able to obtain a portion of Heavenly Merit for free. The locals were still a little ignorant, but the people from the Upper Realm knew better than anyone how important merit was.
With merit on your body, even if a saint wanted to touch you, they would have to find a reasonable reason to grind away your merit. They could not be like the protagonist who killed decisively, directly killing you with a palm.
This meant that as long as he was respectful, he wouldn't have to be overly afraid of those Saint Venerables.
This was also one of the reasons why those holy immortals and Buddhas pursued merit so much. With this thing, they would have the confidence to speak, and only then would they have a trace of true freedom.
Everyone immediately felt that this gathering had not been in vain. Just this piece of information alone was invaluable.
This was the power of the circle. Just a casual word from someone inside could mean the difference between life and death and the opportunity to attain the Dao.
…
A few days later, in India, the capital of Delhi.
"Everyone pay attention, everyone pay attention …"
"You need to go to the designated place under God's guidance to receive God's will."
"I repeat, this is not a drill, this is not a drill."
"Everyone, you need to go to the designated place to receive God's will."
"You will enter the Kingdom of God, and you will get everything you want."
"You only have ten days. After ten days, those who refuse to accept will be regarded as traitors of the human race, abandoned by God, and can only survive in the wild."
Red rays of light fell from the sky, crisscrossing the streets, guiding one direction after another.
Many people were confused, but even more people prostrated on the ground to listen to this voice.
Lahar, a street thug, was different from those honest fellows. He keenly sensed the opportunity.
He pushed through the crowd, not caring if he stepped on others, and ran forward along a red ray of light.
After running for less than five minutes, he saw a pavilion on the side of the street, panting.
Two young men stood in the pavilion, one had darker skin, and the other had fairer skin. Both of them exuded the unique aura of a cultivator …
It was the confidence of a powerhouse, just like when he saw the boss of a street gang.
He subconsciously raised his hands and said ingratiatingly, "I'm here to receive God's will."
The two young men glanced at him coldly. One of them took out a syringe from a medical kit. The syringe was already filled with a blue liquid.
This blue liquid looked like the mysterious medicine in sci-fi movies that he had watched.
"Come here, lie down," the injector said coldly.
Lahar obediently lay down and received the injection.
Soon, a cold voice sounded from inside his body, "Biochip injection complete. All-purpose bacteria activated. Mind reading …"
"Warning, it has been detected that this organism has committed serious crimes, including ten robberies and three malicious abuse cases. Executor, please issue a verdict."
"Destroy," the other person said coldly.
"What?" Lahar scrambled to his feet and dashed out of the room.
A person like him would only bully the weak and fear the strong. He would never dare to attack these two cultivators. He would only attack the innocent foreign tourists and the weak local women …
"Trash. Trash like this wants to enter the Kingdom of God?" Behind him, one person said to the other.
"Hmph, there will always be people who don't know their place. Humans will only have a future if we clean up these people who carry trash with them," the injector said calmly.
While the two were talking, Lahar, who was running, gradually turned into green puddles starting from his legs. He fell to the ground and became nutrients for the earth.
…
Similar things happened in New York, London, Paris, Cairo …
Some people wanted to resist, but this resistance was destined to be meaningless. The God's Missionaries had long reached an agreement and obtained the tacit approval of the higher-ups.
In the Era of Shenyuan, the power of ordinary people was insignificant.
In the past, they could still use guns to resist, but any Pond-level powerhouse could easily kill them. Unless they had powerful weapons, but powerful weapons were in the hands of the higher-ups.
These higher-ups were also in a strange state of neutrality.
Whether it was Europe or the United States, these forces with strong technology and military forces did not resist at all. Instead, they cooperated very well.
However, the tone of their propaganda was very different.
"The sanctuary of the new era, the qualifications to enter are as follows: Have no bad experiences, Official Citizen …"
"After ten days, those who give up on the management chip injection will permanently lose the qualification to enter the sanctuary and can only survive in the wilderness. I suggest you buy professional books such as' Wilderness Survival Guide 'and' The Legend of Bear Grylls' first. "
The European and American style of humorous propaganda was a stark contrast to the Indian style of propaganda.
In a European-style wooden house in the United States, an ordinary resident was talking.
"Delphi, should we go to this sanctuary?" A middle-aged Caucasian woman asked her husband.
"Of course, I don't have the confidence to survive in the wilderness. The movies have long said that in the apocalypse, only in the sanctuary can one survive, "a fat Caucasian man said.
"Alright then, but David might not be willing to go, especially when he has to be injected with the management chip?" The Caucasian woman was distressed.
"That's right, we have to think of a way to convince him. If he still only wants to be free, then I'm afraid we won't see him again," the Caucasian man said in pain.
They were old and knew that it was difficult to survive in society, so they had learned to yield and obey, even if he was an American.
However, children who had just entered society and were still immersed in struggle and dreams could not hand their future over to others.
Especially the so-called 'management chip', it was easy to associate it with coercion. The alien prisons in various sci-fi movies were used to manage slaves in this way.
The young people in the new era were the source of motivation for the implementation of the plan, but they were also the biggest obstacle.
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