"The forbidden spell in my witch song is so powerful?" Qin Mu's focus was not on what was going on outside, but here.

Bai Sanyan said helplessly: "Think about it, although you used your forbidden spell to stop the great devil, what did you bring to the earth? Now I am not sure whether the abilities I have given are good or bad things."

Qin Mu looked at Bai Sanyan with a dark face. Isn’t this kind of thing good? To be honest, before rebirth, Qin Mu was extremely envious of such things that suddenly had various superpowers. It’s a pity that in Qin Mu’s era, that kind of thing could only be seen on TV, but it was absolutely impossible in reality.

"What are your abilities?" Qin Mu asked in a daze.

The monk coughed twice, as if trying to cover up the matter directly, but he could not escape Qin Mu's eyes. He stared at Bai Sanyan and Shu Ran with a narrow face, as if he wanted to see through both of them.

The monk was impatient by Qin Mu's eyes and said, "Why are you staring at me? What does this kind of thing have to do with me? Just tell him, I still have to rush to arrange the next move."

Bai Sanyan was speechless when Qin Mu looked at him, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "I can draw satellites."

"What?" Qin Mu obviously didn't hear it clearly or understand it.

But Bai Sanyan's face turned red, and then he refused to say a word, and then gave an order to fight alone.

"Oh..." Although the monk smiled secretly at Bai Sanyan's appearance, he was also very anxious and said directly: "He can draw satellite manufacturing maps, very detailed and awesome. After that storm, he had this skill..."

Qin Mu stared at Bai Sanyan with a strange look on his face for a while, and said, "What's the use?"

"Hahahaha..." The monk laughed like a dog and couldn't stand up straight for a long time.

"You can work in the research institute, and the salary is very high, but... you know, at the beginning, because of my appearance, they didn't really believe that I could draw satellite patterns, thinking that I was from somewhere, and I was happy with them... Later they found out that I had such ability... and then I became like this..." Bai Sanyan spoke incoherently, and finally looked at Qin Mu sincerely and said, "I have hated you since I was a child, because you are a role model and will always be an insurmountable mountain, but... I am very grateful to you for giving me the opportunity to be reborn..."

Qin Mu was confused when he heard this, and the monk next to him quickly explained: "He was talking about Qin Mu in this time and space. In this time and space, you are still Wu Zhu, but you are both Chonghua's adopted sons, you are brothers, Bai Sanyan used to be a gangster, fighting and taking drugs..."

"Hey, hey, I'm off the topic," just as the monk kept gossiping, Bai Sanyan shouted in dissatisfaction: "I don't feel that the surroundings are filled with the gossiping heart. I didn't see that monk, you're such a broken mouth."

"You're just broken." The monk glared back angrily and said with a puzzled look: "I'm just a kind reminder."

“…”

Amid the debate between the three, the combat policy was formulated casually. The monk gave an order to all the mercenaries and turned around and left. Qin Mu was arranged at the top of the entire white tower, accompanied by a set of top audio equipment. His job was to sing, and of course, he could not sing.

Qin Mu stood at the top of the white tower and watched the panicked crowd on the ground gradually calm down under the management of the Imperial Guards. Then, all the mercenaries came out in full swing and rushed towards the army of monsters.

They have a handy weapon in their hands, but most of them are cold weapons and a few hot weapons, but they are all very few.

Qin Mu was a little puzzled at first, but when these people and the monsters fought each other in close combat, Qin Mu understood.

They were holding cold weapons, but in essence they did not show that. Their weapons were covered with a thin layer of energy, similar to the magic power of psychics. These weapons were like the Lingyuan Guns of Qin Mu's era. They were weapons that directly released their magic power, not just swords, guns and sticks.

A strange syllable appeared in Qin Mu's mouth, and a faint layer of impotence appeared on all the members of the mercenary group rushing outside, and even contained some other colorful things. Although I don't know what it was, just as the colors wrapped around these mercenary groups, everyone rushed out like shells, and it looked like chicken blood was injected.

The monk led the Red Scorpion to walk in the front, followed by the red lotus he encountered from the white tower. When Qin Mu launched the strange syllable, everyone was excited and expressed a little respect to the people on the white tower.

Even, worship.

The monk and Honglian were shocked. The monk was shocked that the brat actually emitted only one syllable and could send so many witch songs in a row. What he contained was a lot of states, just like Qin Mu's computer game in time and space. The high priest's big treasure made a random move and threw a bunch of buffs on his head. It was so sour, don't mention it.

Honglian was shocked that Qin Mu, who accompanied her to this city, seemed to know nothing, could do such a thing. If she hadn't followed the city lord's office all the way to the top floor, she wouldn't have eavesdropped on these things, and wouldn't have been sure that Qin Mu would have stood on the top of the tower.

When the people below admired and admired Qin Mu, Qin Mu could clearly see a light green energy produced on them, and this energy gradually surged in his direction. The speed was slower at the beginning, but later it became faster and faster.

One, two, three, more and more green energy emanated from those people, and rushed towards Qin Mu.

Qin Mu knew that this was the basis for the generation of divine power and the power of faith.

Among the 8 million gods, there are many gods that were not originally there, at least they have never seen in the divine realm. Just because humans have lived in a certain place for a long time, they add mountain gods and river gods to worship the mountains and waters.

The power of faith collected by these worships will condense into gods. Simply put, there is no god in one place, and the human beings themselves who create the existence of gods.

However, since it can be created, it can definitely be destroyed. When a god, especially the gods produced in this way, lose the power of worship, he may be destroyed, as if he has never appeared in this world. The gods produced in the divine realm are immortal, immortal and undestructive, and unhealthy and unharmed.

But this does not mean that the power of faith is useless to them. On the contrary, the power of faith can make their cultivation more diligent.

Qin Mu felt his whole body feel comfortable under the power of faith. He stared at the Liu'er Mihou in the distance and began to chant softly.

The monk in the distance was shocked and subconsciously made a move to cover his ears.

=.=.

I originally thought that this month would be over, but it would probably be delayed until next month. I was in poor health this month, and I had many disasters and difficulties. I finally came back from Changsha and started to have a fever, my fever subsided, my throat was sore, and I had acute pharyngitis. Now I don’t even want to say anything, so I took a shower and went to bed.
Chapter completed!