"This thing is their heart and the only vital point that can be assured that they will die. We call it the source of God. One is because it is the foundation of God, and the other is that we can improve our physical fitness by taking the source of God."

“Take it?”

Some people still couldn't help but shout, but immediately covered their mouths and looked around, for fear of being beaten up by the "old man" around them.

"Yes, Shenyuan can be eaten raw, just like... jelly. It just doesn't have any taste and melts in the mouth. When necessary, it can also be used as food to fill the stomach..."

"Of course, this needs to be when you're rich enough."

Tang Guang seemed to be making a joke, but the newcomers didn't understand, and only the old people around him would smile.

"The source of God is extremely fragile. As long as we split the enemy's chest and send the skeleton knife into the source of God, we will basically declare the enemy's death... Of course, we usually make up for another knife after stabbing it in to ensure that there is no accident."

"Yes, skeleton knife..."

"They are our enemies, causing us incalculable casualties. But they are also our most important resources and our most important supplies."

"For example, their divine sources can improve our physical fitness and may even have the opportunity to increase the strength of your divine mantra."

"For example, the skeleton knife I have at hand."

All the newcomers looked at Tang Guang's other hand, which was a straight, figment-free dark sword.

"This is made of their bones."

"The only one who can kill God is God himself."

Tang Guang said calmly, "This is the truth passed down from the Twelve Halls. We steal God's power to kill them, and we also use their hearts and bones to turn ourselves into a powerful weapon to kill them."

"In fact, the latter two have the highest cost-effectiveness. But the former can often exude incredible power when they are evenly matched or their lives are hanging on the line."

"In layman's terms, the former is the root, and the magical mantra is a miracle. A miracle that belongs to you, and we believe in miracles, and miracles are everywhere."

"According to our countless years of research, they also have symbolic signs of hierarchy."

"From low to high, we speculate that the level of God is likely to be divided into seven levels: two wings, four wings, six wings, eight wings, ten wings, twelve wings, and the twelve zodiac gods."

"When you meet God in the future, you will naturally understand this. When they release their power, the corresponding number of wings will appear in their pupils."

"In contrast, our natal divine words are also divided into seven levels, from low to high, respectively, f, e, d, c, b, a, s."

"By the way, I forgot to say something." Tang Guang rubbed his throat and coughed lightly. It seemed that he hadn't said so many things for a long time.

"The degree of absorption of divine sources is also divided into the above seven levels according to each person's own situation. Let's call this... talent, divine."

"Divine nature not only determines the degree of absorption, but also greatly affects the strength of your natal divine words. Simply put, the divine nature of the guys who have strong natal divine words may not necessarily be high. But the guys who have high divine nature must have strong natal divine words."

Tang Guang breathed out, "Okay, I've finished saying everything I should say. Here, it only means that I personally welcome you to the big family of the Twelve Palaces again."

"I wish you...everything will last."

The projection ended abruptly as Tang Guang bowed slightly.

Bai Qiuan twisted his neck, which was a little sore, and then looked at Yu Dinghai directly opposite him.

"I think this Tang Guang is quite good, not as cold as you said before... I only care about Dragon Boat and other things." Bai Qiuan complained for a few words, and he still liked Tang Guang.

"Didn't I say it before, all of this is what the old guy who brought me up before said. I'm just repeating it according to tradition. What line do you give me here?"

Yu Dinghai curled his lips and yawned. Although his face was still pale, his spirit had obviously recovered a lot.

"By the way, your divine source... improves your physical strength."

Bai Qiuan was a little reluctant to speak but stopped.

"Don't worry, Thirteenth Shirou is not a problem!"

Yu Dinghai looked proud, and Bai Qiuan's face turned slightly dark.

"I'm talking about whether I can block bullets or something."

"Yes, it can still be done if you are invulnerable to a certain level."

"Uh... can it really be thirteen times?"

"I can!"

"Tsk, then you're like this twenty times now?"

"Boy, please stop talking to me."

Although the two did not communicate much along the way, in a strange environment and a group of strangers, Bai Qiuan still felt a sense of intimacy with Yu Dinghai without knowingly.

The train finally stopped. As soon as a group of people got off the train, they changed into a big truck and continued on. The wasteland seemed to have no boundaries and let the car run around.

Bai Qiuan sat outside the truck and looked at the Dragon Boat that was getting farther and farther through the curtain. It seemed as if his eyes were blurred, and the Dragon Boat disappeared in front of him.

"Sir Yu...Sir, the Dragon Boat is gone!"

Bai Qiuan patted Yu Dinghai with shock. Not only Bai Qiuan, but many people also discovered the Dragon Boat that suddenly disappeared.

“It’s rare and weird…”

Yu Dinghai didn't look up, and narrowed his eyes and leaned against the bumpy cold car.

“Where has it gone?”

"I don't know." Yu Dinghai said perfunctorily.

"I really don't know."

"This kind of trick is useless."

Yu Dinghai was unmoved.

Bai Qiu'an listened to the observation of the newcomers around him who also discovered this phenomenon. The more irritable old man simply gave two punches, and the more peaceful one was similar to Yu Dinghai, and he ignored the newcomers at all.

In short, they all return without success.

A group of newcomers finally arrived at their destination with curiosity. The truck slowed down, occasionally honking its whistle, and then a shout came.

The driver greeted the elderly, laughed and scolded each other and drove all the way into the depths of the camp.

In an instant, Bai Qiuan felt as if he had returned to the world he knew. The depressing atmosphere on the Dragon Boat was completely gone, becoming humane and noisy.

Bai Qiuan's vision starts from the rear of the car, like the key to the opening of the curtain of the opera. A point, a line, a surface, and then presents in front of him a living world.

The truck was no longer bumpy, and there was a flat dirt road under his feet. At the instruction of Yu Dinghai, the truck curtain was pulled open by Bai Qiuan and the newcomers opposite him.
Chapter completed!