4722 What Kind of Lowly Existence Is the People of Jiuli (1)

Everyone in the square looked at each other, their faces full of shock.

The deep-rooted worship and reverence for God Jiuli is slowly receding at this moment.

Especially, when these people in black robes, who were arrogant and inviolable on weekdays, were fed the [Diamond Insects], they rolled on the ground one by one, scratching their own bodies.

He also knelt down to the girls without dignity and begged for mercy.

That kind of reverence for the gods was gradually replaced by disgust and contempt.

Mu Yan plucked the strings lightly.

The melodious sound of the piano spread throughout the square, and the crowd that had been noisy immediately quieted down.

Her voice was like gold and jade, crisp and sweet.

Neither light nor heavy, but it can be heard by everyone.

"Did you know that the Jiuli tribe is divided into two parts: Shangshan District and Xiazhong District?"

Everyone in the square nodded.

"Then do you know why the Shangshan districts are all immortals, while the lower districts are all mortals?"

Everyone showed bewildered expressions.

Someone boldly said: "Because we don't have spiritual roots, we can't cultivate."

The word "lingen" is something this person overheard.

Muyan sneered: "How many people are there in the Xiazhong district of the Jiuli tribe, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands? Even if there are ten people and a hundred people without spiritual roots, don't they have tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands? Even if this generation does not have spiritual roots, is it There is no next generation?"

"You, you, you, and you, come up."

Mu Yan casually pointed at a few people.

There are young people, old people, men and women.

Everyone walked up to Mu Yan nervously, not knowing what they were about to face.

Muyan asked Miao An to give each of them an elixir.

"Eat it, then listen to the sound of my piano, and feel the surging spiritual power in the dantian."

After a few people swallowed the medicinal pill with the heart of death, Mu Yan sat down cross-legged and plucked the strings.

With the sound of the curling piano, three of the four who were called up showed a bit of pain.

They hurriedly sat cross-legged and meditated according to Mu Yan's instructions.

The other was a little slower, but after a cup of tea, there was also a fine sweat on his forehead.

The expression on his face was both surprised and happy, and he quickly sat down with his knees crossed.

The time was very long, but the square was silent.

Someone looked bewildered.

However, some people realized something and stared at the high platform without blinking.

About half an hour later, the young man who sat down first jumped up from the ground.

But this jump was incredible, his body jumped several meters high.

After falling, he chopped down with his bare hands towards the stone beside him.

I saw a half-human-sized stone shattered in response.

Whoa-! !

The square exploded at once.

"How is this going?"

"Isn't that the son of Uncle Li's family? How can he jump so high? How can he become so strong?"

However, the shock was far from over.

After the next four stood up, the strength they showed was more eye-catching than the next.

Among them was a young girl who even condensed a fireball with her bare hands.

"Goddess, did you give me the power of the nation?!"

Miao An's eyes became more and more frantic. She knelt down in front of Muyan and said in a trembling voice, "You are indeed the messenger of the Sun God! Long live the Sun God!!"

All the people in the square knelt down and shouted in unison: "Long live the sun god!!"

This time, everyone's voices were filled with fanatical adoration.

Instead of just being confused by the crowd.