Chapter 819 Please Stop, Prophet

When the two sides merged, the faith of the people was rapidly consumed. As the scope expanded, the speed of consumption doubled, and it was already somewhat powerless.

In fact, it was not that the faith of the people of Xia was not pious enough, but that Bei Xuan had consumed a lot of faith when he became a god. The faith that a person can generate is not infinite. It is like physical strength. If a person ran five kilometers in a short period of time, it would be extremely difficult for him to run another five kilometers.

The people of Xia seemed to feel the difficulties encountered by the prophet at this time. Some people cheered loudly with fanaticism: "It is the prophet who is saving Xia!"

He is already a citizen of Fang Xiu's kingdom, and he can feel more clearly the changes brought about by Fang Xiu in this world.

"Long live the prophet!"

"Come on!"

More and more voices sounded in the land of Xia. They were all cheering for Fang Xiu, and the originally exhausted power of faith was filled again.

The speed of the fusion of Wujian Hell and Xia began to accelerate, 90%! 95%! 99%... 100%!

Boom!

When the hell of hell and Xia Kingdom completely merged, the sky and the earth trembled violently, the void boiled, and everyone and Fang Xiu had an inexplicable connection.

Under the attention of the crowd, a shadow of the kingdom of God began to slowly take shape, all the gray fog was isolated, countless weirdness was cleared, the world was cheering, the people were rejoicing, and everything was full of vitality.

But only Fang Xiu was pale, and several deep cracks appeared on his body out of thin air, and those cracks became more and more, and he was almost broken into pieces.

At this moment, the cheers of the crowd stopped abruptly.

"The prophet..."

"What is going on!?"

Fang Xiu's sudden situation, even with the shadow of the kingdom of God that was about to take shape, was on the verge of collapse.

And Bei Xuan, who had been beaten up, finally had a chance to breathe. People were worried about Fang Xiu and naturally forgot to beat him.

Seeing this scene, Bei Xuan laughed wildly: "Hahaha... Fang Xiu, you are not a god after all, you are just a demigod, without eternal godhood, you can't bear the pressure of the kingdom of God, hahaha... you are finished, you can't bear the burden of the entire Xia Kingdom, and Xia Kingdom is also finished..."

Bang!

A big foot of more than 40 yards kicked Bei Xuan's mouth fiercely.

"Call you a **! How dare you yell?" An irritable Xia citizen cursed and kicked Bei Xuan in the face again and again.

Under the leadership of this Xia citizen, a new round of beatings began again.

In mid-air, even if Fang Xiu's body was broken, his eyes were still calm. As Bei Xuan said, at this time, the pressure of the entire Xia Kingdom was all concentrated on him alone.

The kingdom of God is the kingdom of gods, and the foundation is naturally gods, which means that gods need to bear the pressure of the entire kingdom of God.

At this moment, he realized the most essential difference between the true self law and the godhood.

That is eternity!

Godhead is eternal, transcending the long river of time, unaffected by time, and indestructible. For this reason, only eternal godhead can bear the pressure of the kingdom of God.

The True Self Order is not like that. Although the essence is the same as the godhead, it is ultimately a big difference. It does not have the eternal attribute of the gods. When the kingdom of God is about to take shape, the invisible pressure all falls on the True Self Order, pressing it to the brink of collapse.

"Time goes back!"

Fang Xiu activated the power of time, and a mysterious and obscure wave of time rippled. His body, which was about to collapse, recovered instantly, but the next second, the collapse began again.

It was like he was holding up a heavy mountain with both hands. The mountain pressed his bones and muscles to burst, and he was about to be crushed into a pool of meat. The power of time flowed and helped him recover to his original state, but the problem was that the mountain was still there, and the pressure was still there. If this problem was not solved, it would be useless to go back in time ten thousand times.

But how to solve it?

Fang Xiu didn't know either.

Even if you roll back after death, it is useless. As long as you establish the Kingdom of God, you must face the problem of bearing the pressure of the Kingdom of God. There is no way around it.

Rolling back after death may seem like a bug, but the most frightening thing is to encounter a situation where you are overwhelmed by force. There is no way to take shortcuts, you can only bear it hard, but you can't bear it.

This feeling is like an ordinary person participating in a race. Even if you are given 10,000 chances, you will never be able to outrun Bolt. This has nothing to do with hard work, it is talent, and the upper limit that limits you.

Bang!

A blast sounded, and under the gaze of all the people of Xia Kingdom, Fang Xiu exploded. He exploded into a ball of blood mist, and the whole person seemed to be crushed by some invisible pressure.

"Prophet!"

"No! You can't die!"

Countless people had red eyes at this moment, and even wanted to rush over. Although they didn't know what the use of rushing over was, it would be good even if they could only get closer to the prophet.

However, when everyone just took a step, the ball of blood mist in the air quickly condensed as if time was flowing backwards, and finally turned into Fang Xiu's appearance.

"The prophet is back!"

"I knew the prophet would never fall!"

People cried with joy and began to cheer, but the good times didn't last long. Bang!

Fang Xiu's body, which had just recovered, was crushed again and turned into blood mist. Then, the scene reappeared, and the blood mist recovered under the power of time, and so on.

Under the gaze of hundreds of millions of Xia people, Fang Xiu's body exploded again and again, and he went back to rebirth again and again, as if there would never be an end.

As time passed, the cheers had already cooled down in Xia. Even the noisiest children became silent at this moment, with only occasional sobbing sounds.

One hundred times, three hundred times, five hundred times.......

The sobbing of the people could no longer be concealed. Some shed silent tears, some cried loudly, and some knelt on the ground and roared and beat the ground.

Six hundred times, eight hundred times....... one thousand times!

Fang Xiu died a thousand times, but the problem of pressure still could not be solved, and the deaths continued.

Many people have collapsed. They keep kneeling and kowtow, crying and begging: "Great prophet, stop, stop now!"

"Don't let us implicate you. We should have died a hundred years ago. You let Xia survive for another hundred years, and we are already satisfied."

"Isn't it just death? Who is afraid of death!?"

"We don't deserve you to do this. You are the one who deserves to live the most. Only the prophet can end this weird era. We are just a burden if we live."

"Please, stop!"

Fang Xiu ignored the pleas of the crowd. He still insisted. Even if he endured the pain of every piece of flesh and blood and every bone in his body being crushed by heavy pressure again and again, he did not give up.

"Master..." Lin Ye knelt on the ground, clenched his fists tightly, and even because of too much force, the slightly sharp nails had already pierced deeply into the flesh, but he was unaware.

Tears kept falling. He hated, hated his powerlessness, hated that he could only watch the master bear all the pressure alone.

(Two photos first, and one more later.)