When the foundation began to panic, countless people throughout the underground began to panic.
"What's going on? Did someone go to the Lord God!"
"Go back quickly, go back quickly, we must catch that person, and we must not let him do anything to the Lord God!"
"Oh my God, will the gods still show favor when they are angry?"
"Go back quickly!"
This building, which had been hidden underground for a long time, quickly became lively.
Some warriors with mixed auras quickly ran out from various underground floors. They quickly reached the twelfth floor and met in the long corridor.
In the hall where the huge portrait is stored at the core of the twelfth floor, the portrait no longer looks as solemn and solemn as before. His body is wrapped with threads, making him look like an octopus in the deep sea.
The black lines connecting the big and small figures became thicker and thicker, and they swung towards Lin Ming flexibly.
"Die!"
"You all have to die!"
The blank face seemed to be distorted by anger.
Lin Ming easily dodged the black lines that were thrown towards him. He glanced back and saw that many people were already running in the long corridor.
Although this huge statue was found during this trip, the relationship between this mysterious organization and the Wang family has not yet been clarified.
Lin Ming didn't want to alarm the snake, so he froze and his whole body seemed to be transparent and melted into the air.
At the same time, the breath in his body also changed. The two qi of yin and yang began to transform continuously, and the rich yin qi was gradually born in his body.
In the turbid Yin Qi, his presence has become less conspicuous.
"where!"
"where!?"
"where?!"
"Find him for me!"
The huge figure, engulfed in ferocity and violence, lost its target in an instant, and poured out all its anger on the warriors who hurried over.
Those warriors who still didn't understand what was happening were rolled up by black tentacles as soon as they entered the hall.
Dozens of people were rolled up by the tentacles and suspended in mid-air, struggling. They painfully used their hands to pull at the entangled lines on their bodies.
Some people who are more sensitive to the perception of power can already feel the power of their bodies being continuously absorbed by the black lines.
"Lord God, please spare us!"
"Please don't take your power back."
Their devout beliefs and painful wails did not move people.
In just a few seconds, those people were drained of their Yin Qi and dropped to the ground like dead wood.
The experiences of the predecessors made those who came after them feel sad, and they knelt down in the corridors and halls one after another.
Fine lines connect from the portrait to each person, and the small but complex Yin Qi merges into the portrait, making up for the Yin Qi it just lacked.
It was only then that the figure returned to calm.
"There are disloyal believers who have brought in rats to steal my power!"
"The small punishment and big punishment just now are your punishment!"
"If this happens again, I will withdraw my favor from you!"
"If anyone can find the thief who stole my power, I will bestow upon him the greatest favor!"
The voices of the figures are constantly echoing in the halls and corridors and in the entire underground building.
The believers who heard his words knelt on the ground and showed horror.
Without the grace bestowed by the gods, how could they survive in this dangerous world?
When their own interests are involved, they quickly become nervous and angry.
"Who is it? Who brought this person in? I must find that traitor!"
"Thank you God for your mercy, we will definitely catch the thief!"
The reality of the situation forced these parasitic people to panic.
It was by relying on the grace of the gods that they were able to get rid of their previous difficulties and live a life they had never imagined.
But now if the gods take back this favor, everything will be restored to the past, and they will no longer be able to endure their previous life.
So everyone's mood was extremely high.
Wang Qiang also clenched the red pills he had just received in his hand, his eyes flashing with enthusiasm.
If you find the thief who stole the power of the god, the god will definitely look at you differently and give you more pills. By then, his strength will skyrocket and he will be able to do more things.
Thinking of this, his eyes quickly looked around.
"Don't panic, everyone. We arrived very quickly. The thief may still be here. Let's look carefully!"
Someone made a suggestion, and these devout believers began a carpet-like search throughout the underground area.
But they didn't know that the so-called thief that they hated so much was right next to them and passed by them countless times.
Lin Ming never left the hall where he was just now. He frowned and looked at the believers with their eyes fervently muttering words.
"If I find the thief, I will gain the favor of the gods!"
These people seem to have long forgotten that the companions who first entered the hall were sucked dry and abandoned.
This is an organization that has become increasingly deformed.
Lin Ming stood under the portrait. His figure was shrouded in the huge and bloated black shadow of the portrait, as if it was about to be swallowed up.
"This is not a blessing from God. It is clearly an invitation to hell sent by the devil."
The authorities are obsessed, but bystanders are clear. Lin Ming didn't see it much clearer than those fanatical believers.
The entire organization seems to be blessed by this so-called god, but in fact, they are just pigs raised by special means.
Members within the organization constantly recruit new members and plant the seeds of portraits in them in exchange for red elixirs.
The red elixir can continuously stimulate the Yin Qi in the human body, and generate a special magnetic field to absorb the surrounding Yin Qi and lock it into the human body.
Excessive Yin Qi gathering in the human body will indeed bring some miraculous changes to the human body.
However, if these yin energy have been entrenched in the human body for a long time, it will also cause irreversible damage to the human body. After all, this is against the way of nature.
However, the so-called god didn't care, because all he wanted from beginning to end was a container to help him gather Yin Qi and retain it.
Under peaceful circumstances, he is willing to share a little of his power and give these running and moving vessels that are completely loyal, but once a crisis comes, these vessels cannot escape the end of being sucked dry.
This is a different kind of puppet cultivation.
It's just that this time the puppet lost its painless characteristics and instead possessed human wisdom.
Without thinking too much, Lin Ming could conclude that this must be Wei's handiwork.
If he wanted to destroy this dungeon today, he could do it, but what troubled him was how many such dungeons were there?