Chapter 7228: I’m Desperate, Why Not Take the Risk?

After this kick, Besimi Locke also noticed something strange about Qin Yichen.

If we look at ordinary wild gods, Qin Yichen is no longer at the level of wild gods, at least he can be called a god in the true sense.

Because he has mastered more than one aspect of the world's rules, and if he escapes from one world's rules, he is no longer a wild god.

But the earth god.

Wild gods, earth gods, sky gods, main gods.

Although this is simpler than the huge division of power in the mortal world, every step is completely different and the disparity is huge.

To become a wild god is already a genius that is unique among ten thousand, and the earth god is a unique genius among wild gods.

Understanding the rules of a world is extremely difficult, and many people spend their entire lives unable to do it.

Take Besimilok himself as an example. He only vaguely glimpsed the usage of some world rules, but did not fully master them.

In the presence of the true God, his means will be suppressed at every turn.

But Besimilok's own talent was limited and unable to take this step.

Trapped in the realm of wild gods, he could only choose a knight, and he could only become a knight. This was determined by his "bloodline".

But now Qin Yichen wants to say that he really has the strength of the earth god level, but that's not true.

No matter the degree of mastery of the rules of the world, or even the degree of understanding of the rules of the world, it is not as good as Besimilok.

This is a huge puzzle for Besimilok.

Why has he mastered the rules of different worlds but been unable to unleash their true power?

"What is your identity?"

This time, Besimiloch showed no mercy and punched in front of him, causing ripples in the air.

The next moment, Qin Yichen vomited blood and flew out.

There was a strong wind in his ears, and Qin Yichen felt pain rushing towards his face.

He had not experienced this kind of pain for a long time. Although his divine body was powerful enough, Qin Yichen was still in unbearable pain under Besimi Locke's punch.

The person in front of him was shrinking at a terrifying speed, and Qin Yichen knew that he had been knocked out.

Come on again?

When this question appeared in his mind, Qin Yichen felt solemn in his heart.

Nowadays, the strength gap between the two sides no longer needs to be explained in words. His defeat, being punched so far away, is the best evidence of the strength gap between the two sides.

In addition to Besimilok, there are hundreds of people, all of whom are elites selected by the Supreme Court. Once they join forces, the consequences will be disastrous.

Can you escape?

Where can I escape to?

The Supreme Court is really murderous, and no matter what happens, it will definitely eradicate itself.

Whether it is themselves or the Light Lord Temple, they must do their best to solve it.

Just admit defeat.

By betraying your own believers, you can regain a chance to survive in this world. Although it is embarrassing, there is at least a slight chance.

Qin Yichen closed his eyes, and in the severe pain, every bit of the existence of the Light Lord's Holy Temple came to mind.

At that moment, Qin Yichen thought of a lot of things and saw a lot.

In that moment, he was suddenly relieved.

Suddenly grabbing his side with force, as if grabbing a rope, Qin Yichen's body stopped quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Yichen looked up at Besimi Locke again, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"who I am."

"Light Lord?"

With his current contribution to the Light Lord Temple, I am afraid that he cannot even compare with the most ordinary believer.

In order to promote the teachings of the Lord of Light Temple, Sai Lao would always be on the road to preaching unless something happened in the Temple of Light and he was hard to make a decision. Unless he ordered him to come back.

For the Temple of the Lord of Light, Matt gave up his former identity and chose to appear in the Temple of the Lord of Light with such a humble identity as a weapon, just to prevent Ares, the God of War, from being blamed for the Temple of the Lord of Light. In order to cultivate powerful and trustworthy helpers for the Lord of Light Temple, Fatty has not touched any wine for four years since Qin Yichen went into seclusion. He has stored all the fine wine that Qin Yichen sent to him in the cellar. To be tame

On the day when the task of raising monsters is completed, drink enough.

Besides them, there are many believers who are doing what they can do.

Only Qin Yichen made little contribution to the Light Lord Temple.

Qin Yichen smiled casually.

"With what I've done so far, I'm afraid I'm not worthy of the title Lord of Light."

Looking up at Besimi Locke again, Qin Yichen's eyes gradually changed from confusion to clarity.

"I, Qin Yichen, will take up my responsibility as the Light Master from now on, not for others, but for myself."

Since leaving Three Thousand Daoting, Qin Yichen's eyes were rarely full of fighting spirit.

Now my ties in this world are very different from those of Three Thousand Taoist Courts.

Is it okay to let down the friends around you just to live up to your former partners?

Qin Yichen had never thought or felt this way.

It's just that he was misled and had the wrong perception given by Athena. He felt that the peak of this world would be reached soon, so it didn't matter.

But today, the truth was put in front of him again, and Qin Yichen finally saw it clearly.

Now it is difficult for him to even compete with a peak knight, let alone become a god.

This is destined to be a long road.

In this process, it is impossible for him not to have contact with people in this world.

The only thing that made Qin Yichen feel lucky was that although he did not do what a light master should do, these believers did not abandon him or reprimand him.

Like a large group of brothers and friends.

They never say much, they just wait for the day when change occurs, and before that day, they silently do what they can do.

Qin Yichen opened his palm, and in his palm, a black aura quietly gathered.

Looking up at Besimi Locke, Qin Yichen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and raised his head.

"Let's do this. I made a bet with Heaven before, and now I'll make another bet with you."

"The thing in my hand is called the Yin Yang Dao Ball. I'm not sure how powerful it is because it was just made."

"In this way, you can choose to hide or not. If I lose, your head will be yours."

Such an unexpected suggestion made Besimilok burst into laughter.

"Lord of Light, are you confused by me?"

"Now you only have one choice, and that is to bow to the Supreme Court of God. Otherwise, I can only try to leave you with a whole body!"

In Qin Yichen's palm were the doubts that had troubled him since he came to this world.

Now, with the help of the exhaustive method, Qin Yichen was finally able to reproduce the power of this move.

Raising his hand, Qin Yichen injected a snow-white aura into this mass of ink. In an instant, the situation changed and a strong wind swept across.