The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

Chapter 287 On that day, we became the light
"Jiang Ming, you have today too!"

Di Jun showed a ferocious face, and punched Jiang Ming's body with a punch, as if he was getting revenge for his revenge.

The army of demons on the ground has been cleaned up, leaving only the Storm Dragon King and Di Jun who cannot be offended.The human warriors hid in the distance, watching the two battlefields closely, especially Jiang Ming.

At the same time, in the underground prison, the Haidu people hiding here saw the scene of the city lord being beaten through the big screen, and couldn't help but feel their hearts ache.

If Jiang Ming falls, Haidu will be over, as will the entire western world.

"Damn, hateful villain, Santo, stand up!"

"Hey, the city lord is dead, and we can't live either."

Some people gritted their teeth and cheered for Jiang Ming, while others sighed.

In the crowd, a little girl of a few years old clenched her fists tightly, her eyes were extremely firm on her immature face, and she prayed in a low voice: "My lord, you can do it, you are our light!" , Lina believes in you."

"Little kid is so naive, just give up, we are dead." The adult next to him said with a cold snort.

"My lord, you can definitely do it. You are our light. Lina believes in you."

The little girl, Lina, ignored the sarcastic remarks around her, and just kept praying in a low voice.

The expression is pious, such as respecting the gods.

Another child also followed Lina's example and prayed.

Soon, one passed on ten, ten passed on one hundred, all the children closed their eyes and prayed for Jiang Ming devoutly.

The adults in the underground prison were stunned and looked at each other.

At this moment, they were a little confused and didn't understand why these children were so naive.

"The old man only now realizes that we adults are sometimes not as good as children."

Among the crowd, an old man with white beard shook his head and smiled wryly. He was obviously Marco Polo's master, Master Finch.

"Master Finch, what do you mean by this, is it possible that you also want it?"

Everyone stared at Finch blankly.

"Haidu is in a desperate situation. It is the city lord who bears the danger alone. If we can't take up arms and fight the enemy, we should at least keep trusting the city lord who is fighting alone. What do you think?"

After Master Finch finished speaking, imitating a child, he closed his eyes and folded his palms together, muttering: "My lord, our last light, I believe you can do it..."

Master Finch is very prestigious in the sea, and when everyone saw what he did, they were all silent.

A moment later, a middle-aged man closed his eyes and folded his palms together, and said in a vicissitudes of voice: "My lord, hold on, we believe in you!"

The people around looked at the big man with incredible eyes: he is an atheist, he never believes in nihilism, and he actually prays like a god!
There was a moment of silence, and everyone began to pray at the same time.

"My lord, stand up, we believe you can do it!"

"Light, please don't go out!"

"My lord, our light, I believe in you!"

"..."

Tens of thousands of prayers gathered in one place, echoing in the underground prison like low-pitched thunder.

At this moment, all the people in Haidu had only one thought in their hearts: the city lord, we must win!
On the ground, Di Jun pressed Jiang Ming to the ground with one hand and was unable to move. He clenched his other hand into a fist and hit him hard.

Blood sprayed from his mouth and nose, Jiang Ming's eyes were slack, and he was about to die sooner or later.

"Enough playing, it's boring. In front of my Emperor Jun, any nonsense Nuwa heirs are rubbish, and can be destroyed with one hand."

Di Jun looked down at Jiang Ming, with a strong arrogance on his face, as if he had returned to the creation god who looked down on the world.

Five fingers formed into a fist, condensing majestic energy, aiming at Jiang Ming's head and blasting fiercely.

"Jiang Ming, go to hell!"

This punch concentrated all the power of the king's 35 stars, enough to cut off the mountain range.

There was a loud bang, and even Jiang Ming thought he was going to die.

However, a golden barrier appeared out of thin air, blocking Di Jun's fist in the air.

"This is..."

Seeing the dots of golden light emerging from the ground, Di Jun was stunned.

"Who is making trouble?"

The golden light gathered into a sea and penetrated into Jiang Ming's body.

In an instant, Jiang Ming felt as if he was wrapped in warm water, his whole body was comfortable, and even the internal and external injuries were healing quickly.

At the same time, a little girl's prayer suddenly appeared in Jiang Ming's mind.

Followed by the prayer of a little boy, the prayer of an old man, and finally the common prayer of countless Haidu people.

With the appearance of prayers, inexplicable energy poured into Jiang Ming's body.

Looking at Jiang Ming's golden body, like a body poured with golden water, Di Jun's eyes widened: "This is... the power of faith?!"

The power of faith is a level higher than divine power.

This kind of power cannot be cultivated by oneself, and can only be condensed by relying on the belief of the gods.

The reason Dijun lost to Nuwa back then was because Nuwa had more power of faith than him.

"Damn it, even my majestic God of Creation can't gather the power of faith, why are you a little human!!!"

Di Jun was so jealous that he threw out his fist again, but Jiang Ming took it with one hand.

"Di Jun, you have become weaker... no, I have become stronger."

Jiang Ming fully recovered from his injuries, refreshed, with a humble smile on his face.

Di Jun's cheek twitched.

Jiang Ming turned over as a serf and sang, and pushed Di Jun to fly several hundred meters, followed by a loud roar, like a Saiyan exploding, his momentum was rising steadily.

King 25 stars - 35 stars - [-] stars - [-] stars!

The terrifying energy fluctuations shocked the surrounding human warriors, staring at Jiang Ming with wide eyes, with an unbelievable expression on their faces:

"That's our city lord, how did he become so powerful all of a sudden?"

"This breath is probably stronger than that enemy."

"What are those mysterious golden lights? I can feel a very pure power from far away."

Not only human fighters, but even the Storm Dragon King was deeply shocked by Jiang Ming's aura.

"Forty stars of the king, stronger than the master's body!!!"

"Impossible, what did this human being do, how could his strength suddenly increase several times?"

"Look, the city lord has stood up!"

In the underground prison, the little girl's excited voice sounded.

Everyone who prayed silently opened their eyes at the same time, and saw Jiang Ming covered in golden light on the big screen. Everyone was overjoyed, and their eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Just now I seemed to have turned into light and got into the body of the city lord."

"I also have this feeling!"

"Me too!"

Everyone looked at each other excitedly.

The little girl smiled sweetly: "That's not an illusion, we really became light, and we fought side by side with the city lord."

Everyone was so excited that they didn't know what to say.

Old man Finch stroked his beard with a smile: "Unexpectedly, my old man will also be taught a lesson by the little girl."

(End of this chapter)