And the truth revealed by Anle caused people to fall into extreme consternation.

The believers stared blankly at the ruins with only one tower left in front of them, as if the tower in their hearts had completely collapsed at this moment.

Anle looked solemn and spoke solemnly: "As the Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty, I am here to pronounce the sins of the gods!"

A priest exclaimed: "Master Wuxu!"

The priests only saw the dazzling sword light flashing before their eyes, and then they saw their headless corpse falling down, its cut surface as smooth as a mirror, extremely smooth.

Anle didn't look at him at all, and there was anger in the voice of the verdict.

At the same time, the altar was completely cut open by a sword, shattered, and fell from a high place.

"Everyone, please wake up!"

"quiet!"

Anle's voice never stopped: "Second, it's greed!"

"There is no way a god would do such a thing! Smash all those magic weapons and don't let him fool the public with his evil words again!"

Some people vaguely guessed what Anle was going to say next, but they didn't dare to think about it.

In people's eyes, the entire Chengtian Tower is being wiped away by an invisible hand!

Someone realized the meaning behind this picture and murmured: "Why are there statues of gods in Daxia? There are no such grand temples in Dazhou."

The students of Taiyuan College looked at the man in the sky with surprise and awe, feeling proud in their hearts: "That is our teacher Wuxu!"

"One of the sins of gods is hypocrisy!"

He was dressed in hunting robes and had an unparalleled handsome appearance. He had a perseverance and unwavering temperament, and all the brilliance around him seemed to be a foil.

There are never a few smart people among the monks. With just a few words and the pictures shown by An Le, they realized the chilling truth.

Underneath the Chengtian Tower, many broken center stones shook violently, bursting with bright light, and then turned into countless tiny particles, bursting out like a torrent.

These people are die-hard loyalists to their gods, and nothing they say can shake their faith.

There are also some believers who, after thinking deeply about An Le's words, collapse and cry and laugh: "God, haha, God..."

Anle sighed softly: "Fellow Taoist Yuanfeng, I will help you escape."

All parts that came into contact with the torrent melted like ice and snow and were annihilated.

"Hypocrisy, greed, and arrogance, are these the true colors of gods?"

He stretched out his hand, and the central stone suddenly decomposed and reformed into a long sword.

Yuan Feng frowned deeply. The peace and joy that he had felt before on the chariot suddenly disappeared.

The torrent of particles did not stop until there was only one tower left.

"Perhaps someone has transformed into the appearance of Wuxu Imperial Master and used his identity to act."

"What a fast sword..."

In an instant, the divine text dimmed, many small cracks appeared on the altar, and it began to collapse.

Then, the platform at the top of the tower suddenly fell downwards and hit the ground with a loud bang, which also hit people's hearts hard.

He stretched out his hand, and the picture on the light screen changed again, and scenes belonging to Daxia emerged one after another. The people, monks, and cities were all lifelike and lifelike.

"Wuxu!"

Beside the crowd, the picture on the light screen changed again, turning into the white jade stairs at the top of the Chengtian Tower. The light of the entire Chengtian Tower reflected it, making it gorgeous and magnificent.

"Master Wuxu, is what you said true?"

"In that case, let me do it myself..."

Many priests tried their best, but could not shut down the nearby light curtain. Even destroying the magic weapons in the Bearing Sky Tower would not help.

If everything Anle said was true, wouldn't her entire life be a joke?

"Huh? Where did the Holy Son of Heaven go?"

Anle's voice came from high up: "From now on, there will be no more Bearing Tower in the world!"

Hong Yingxue was devastated. After hearing those words, she was hit the hardest.

"Chengtian Tower is gone?"

It's just that at this time, his appearance and aura were completely different from before.

Just standing there, he was like an unsheathed sword that could pierce even the sky.

The sound surged and spread, overwhelming all the noise in the city, causing the melee in Yujing City to pause slightly.

Many divine inscriptions on the altar lit up, and the loud divine words immediately resounded throughout the Chengtian Tower, deafening and enlightening!

A hazy shadow appeared in the light, with a sacred and vast aura, but after the sword light flashed, it collapsed.

The crowd near Chengtian Tower made buzzing discussions, mostly questioning, and someone whispered: "Grandmaster Wuxu is dead after all..."

Recreating these scenes with innate energy is undoubtedly overkill, but it allows people to see the style of Daxia more clearly.

The incarnation of the god had already reacted, but when he wanted to control this physical body to fight back, his movements suddenly stopped.

This body...refuses to obey orders.

That seemingly insignificant will suddenly exploded with power that even he could not shake.

He could only watch helplessly as the sword light pierced his body, and the sword energy cut freely in his body, even his soul was traumatized, forcing him to escape from this body.
Chapter completed!