Noticing Zhuo Wen's gaze, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, clasped his fists at Zhuo Wen and said, "Thank you benefactor for saving my life. If it wasn't for my benefactor, I'm afraid I would have completely died in this cave."

Zhuo Wen nodded, but said in a deep voice, "How do you know this?"

Although the middle-aged man in front of him looked messy and slovenly, Zhuo Wen could tell from his temperament that this man was extraordinary, and I am afraid he should be a not weak master in the outside world.

It's just that when you enter the world of bones, your divine power will be lost. No matter how beautiful you were before in the outside world, once you are here, you will start from scratch. Everyone's starting point is the same.

In the world of bones, too many powerful Xutians were killed by the true gods.

The middle-aged man smiled wryly and said: "Because more than ten of us are veterans who have participated in the establishment of nine caves. We originally discussed with the undead. After successfully obtaining the power of faith, everyone will share it equally, but he swallowed the power of faith alone." The power, and now it's even attacking us old guys, hey..."

Zhuo Wen waved his hand. He was not interested in the relationship between the middle-aged man and the undead, but said indifferently: "There are nine caves. If I destroy all the white statues in the nine caves, can I destroy them?" the undead?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said: "That's not enough, but it can indeed weaken the power of the undead, because the nine caves are absorbing the power of faith in their respective caves all the time."

"Don't look at the corpses in this cave, there are not many living people, because the souls in front of these corpses are captured in the white statue. These corpses contributed the power of faith to the undead during their lifetime, and the souls cannot be reborn after death. , stuck in the statue, still contributing to the faith..."

Zhuo Wen's pupils shrank. This necromancer is really cruel. These corpses gave their lives before they were alive. After death, their souls cannot be reborn. It is too shameful to contribute their beliefs to the necromancer life after life.

And Zhuo Wen can finally understand the mood of this middle-aged man. It is not terrible to die, but what is terrible is that even after death, he cannot be reborn. This is the real terrible thing.

With a wave of Zhuo Wen's sleeve robe, the devouring vortex was summoned, and all the more than ten people who were still unconscious were collected into the inner world. Immediately, he looked at the middle-aged man and said: "Take me to other caves, and act quickly."

The middle-aged man nodded quickly, but his body was too weak, and he almost fell to the ground as soon as he stood up.

Fortunately, Zhuo Wen supported him, and took out a elixir and fed it into the man's mouth.

Since Zhuowen's soul space was blasted by the big golden hand, the power that imprisoned his consciousness has disappeared without a trace, so now Zhuowen can use his consciousness to take out the things in the spirit ring.

"Thank you senior!"

After the middle-aged man swallowed the elixir, his physical condition improved a lot, and he clasped his fists and said.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!" Zhuo Wen said lightly.

The middle-aged man nodded hastily, and the two quickly left the cave.

Since the middle-aged man participated in the construction of the cave, he was very familiar with this place, and soon found a hidden passage.

According to the middle-aged man, this hidden passage was secretly reserved when they built it back then, and now it is finally put to use.

Not long after Zhuowen and the middle-aged man left the cave, Necromancer rushed in with a group of people excitedly.

When the Necromancer saw that the white statue inlaid on the rock wall at the end of the cave was dimmed, his face suddenly became gloomy. With his eyes, he couldn't tell that the white statue had been completely destroyed.

The big golden hand is actually the condensed body of tens of thousands of souls stored inside the white statue.

Zhuo Wen used soul killing to kill the golden hand, in fact, he killed all the tens of thousands of souls in the white statue.

"Where are Han Yan and the others? Why are they gone? Could it be that Han Yan and the others destroyed the white statue?"

Not far from the statue, Yu Xiahui said in surprise when she saw the pool of blood on the ground.

Necromancer looked gloomy, shook his head and said: "It's absolutely impossible. With the strength of Han Yan and those guys, they can't resist the power of the white statue at all. I'm afraid there are other people."

As soon as Necromancer finished speaking, his gaze changed drastically, and he said, "No, the statue in the first cave has also lost contact with me!"

"What? Who did it? Why is it capable of destroying the statue?" Yu Xiahui was also a little surprised.

"Xia Hui, go to the tribe and send eight teams to the other eight caves to wait for the rabbits. Changsheng will follow me to the first cave."

The Necromancer gave an order, and hurriedly left the cave with Chen Changsheng.

Naturally, Yu Xiahui didn't dare to disobey the order of the undead, and as soon as she bowed her hand, she left the cave and went to the tribe to organize the team.

In the first karst cave, the statue in front of Zhuo Wen was completely shattered, and immediately a golden light swept out from the statue, pouring into the palm-sized small temple that Zhuo Wen had made in advance.

This small temple is made of rough jade and is specially used to store souls.

Zhuo Wen heard about this statue from the mouth of this middle-aged man, and also knew that all the souls of those innocent lives were stored in this statue.

The small temple represents peace, and these souls who cannot be reborn will eventually get good results when they enter it.

Moreover, Zhuo Wen also discovered that as his soul entered the small temple, he found a strange force gradually pouring into his body.

"That's the power of faith. You saved them, so these souls naturally show gratitude and respect to you. This is also a kind of faith, which is actually much stronger than the faith that comes from the sacrifice of the undead. .�

"True belief is actually sincere, not forced." The middle-aged man sighed softly. JrNovels.com