At this time, Lin Ye had no idea about the outside world's discussion. His spirit seemed to have been pulled into a separate space, with only the six huge divine servants in front of him.

But they were different from the god servants outside. They were wearing black robes and their heads were covered with black cloth.

But even though they could not see their faces, Lin Ye could feel their eyes.

It was a look of majestic and cold as if it were statues of a temple. From that coldness, Lin Ye saw endless divine power.

There was a depressing dimness in front of me, with only a few ignitions pounding, but Lin Ye saw a bright spot.

In that bright area, there was a tall but vague figure.

Just a glance makes people feel the urge to kneel down and worship.

It was obvious that the figure could not be seen at all, but Lin Ye felt that it was a god when he saw it.

In front of God, the mortals kneel down.

Lin Yeguang glanced at him and felt that his knees seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and there was a feeling of worship coming in his heart, which was so oppressed that he almost lost his strength to raise his head.

There was a voice in his heart urging him to kneel down, the other party is a god, you are just a mortal, you should kneel down.

For a moment, even Lin Ye thought he should kneel down.

But strangely, his body seemed to be separated from his thoughts. He was so oppressed that he almost lost his strength to raise his head, but he was still stubborn and didn't want to kneel down.

Not only that, he also forced himself to raise his head hard and look up at the god hidden in the blurred outline.

He clenched his teeth, and the muscles and bones on his body kept breaking and healing due to struggle.

The sound of human bones breaking constantly sounded, making people silent.

But Lin Ye just refused to bend his knees.

His teeth were clenched and blood even flowed out of his eyes, nose, and even his ear piercings.

The knees had been bent to the point where they were half kneeling but not kneeling, and the whole body was half bent in a very strange posture.

But I just never kneel down.

Lin Ye kept shouting in his heart, as if he wanted to compete with the voice who advised him to kneel down: "I won't kneel."

"So what if it is a god? So what if I am a mere mortal?"

"I, Lin Ye, have my own way. I don't believe in heaven, I don't believe in fate... I don't believe in God!"

He let out a deafening roar in his heart, although the space was still quiet.

But the six divine servants still heard his voice. The six people kept the same movements, and their bodies were stunned. They seemed to be unable to believe that Lin Ye could actually resist the power of the divine.

They all showed anger at the same time. Even though they could not see their faces, Lin Ye could still clearly detect the emotions emanating from them.

They were angry.

Every black-robed divine servant was holding a lamp that was so old that he could not see his original appearance. A faint light radiated from the dusty lampshade.

At this time, the originally peaceful fire in the lampshade suddenly jumped up, as if it was affected by the holder.

The six god servants stretched out their hands towards Lin Ye at the same time.

Lin Ye raised his head stubbornly, and six huge hands spread out above his head, directly obscuring the only fire, causing him to fall into darkness in an instant.

"kneel--"

In the space, there was a voice that could not be heard from a man or a woman. The sound was loud and constantly stimulating Lin Ye's eardrums.

As the sound appears, the power of the divine in the space becomes greater and more fierce.

Then, the six hands fell slowly.

Lin Ye couldn't move at this time. Under these six huge men, he was like an ant that could be killed by humans at any time.

Just like ants to human race, human race is no different from ants to gods.

These six hands seemed dissatisfied with Lin Ye's contempt for the gods. They wanted to condemn Lin Ye's blasphemy and directly smashed him into dust.

But, no matter how much Lin Ye concentrates on driving, the immortal power in his body is unmoved, and even the blood and bones only cover his hands. When he wants to drive it, he finds that the blood and bones are indifferent.

At this time, he could only do one action, which was to give up resisting and kneeling down.

But he wouldn't do that.

So, the only thing waiting for him at this moment is death...

Outside this space, everyone was watching a scene not far away.

Like the space Lin Ye saw, Lin Ye's posture was so bent that it could no longer bend.

Even in order not to kneel down, several of his bones were broken, and they were constantly healing with their strong self-healing power, and then broken again.

Listening to the sound of the broken bones over there almost the same as firecrackers, An Jiuxiao and others had been used to this kind of scene for a long time, they couldn't help but secretly sweat for Lin Ye.

"Lao Lin, you have to hold on..."

An Jiuxiao's cheeks were almost broken, and he had the urge to rush up at any time, but he was persuaded to retreat by Zhao Wuming's back who was standing not far away.

Jiang Cheng's eyes were red, and he clenched his fists as he looked at the scene: "Who good people can withstand such troubles? They...they took action!"

Originally, he watched Lin Ye fight hard and knew that what Lin Ye had experienced must be different from what they saw, but they couldn't help.

Just as I was about to curse a few words, I saw the group of divine servants who were just standing there chanting scriptures suddenly moved.

Although there were six people, their movements were as neat as a conjoined baby. At the same time, they stretched out one hand and faced Lin Ye's direction with their palms, as if they were going to do something to him.

At the same time, the six people said neatly: "Kneel—"

"Those who blaspheme die."

The six people's voices were not emotional, as if they were six machines that had been debugged with programs.

The pale and emotional tone, and the six of them spoke, their tone was neat and neat, which sounded very strange.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuming smiled slightly: "It seems that this junior is doing a good job, what do you think?"

Zhao Wuming didn't look at anyone, but everyone could hear him at the scene, who he was talking to.

Fang Miaoke was covered with a black robe, otherwise everyone would be able to see the expression on his face at this time, which would be really wonderful.

His eyes at Lin Ye were even more full of murderous intent.

"How can a mere mortal body resist the divine power? Zhao Wuming, are you helping him?"

Zhao Wuming, staring at Ye Mengyao's face, smiled indifferently, and a subtle curve curled up at the corner of his lips: "If I were helping him, you should have seen it long ago, right?"
Chapter completed!