Zhu Changguang is a burly man wearing a moon-white robe.

There is a contradiction between clothing and temperament.

"I've met Miss Xue."

Zhu Changguang had a respectful look on his face.

No matter what, the Meteor family is the ruler of Meteor City.

In the eyes of Meteor City, Wusheng Sect is just an ordinary sect organization.

The two sat down.

Meteor Xue poured wine for Zhu Changguang.

"Brother Zhu, you should know my purpose of coming...

Currently, I am responsible for the development of the Working God Cult in Mengcheng.

I need your help... If you lead the Wusheng Cult to join the Working God Cult and believe in the God of Dreams.

This year, you Wu Shengjiao..."

However, before Meteor Xue finished speaking, she was interrupted by Zhu Changguang.

Zhu Changguang had a look of guilt on his face: "Miss Xue, what we talked about before may have to change."

Before this meeting, Liu Xingxue had contacted Zhu Changguang and negotiated some conditions.

An ominous premonition flashed through Liu Xingxue's heart: "Brother Zhu, what do you think? The conditions can be negotiated later."

"Wusheng Cult, you cannot join the Working God Cult." The guilt on Zhu Changguang's face became even worse.

"What?" Liu Xingxue was a little surprised, "Brother Zhu, is there any problem? Or maybe the conditions of the promise are not generous enough. We can discuss these later."

"Miss Xue, don't ask me again." Zhu Changguang said, "The Wusheng Cult will not join the Working God Cult."

"Brother Zhu, if you have anything or if you encounter any problems, you can tell me!" Meteor Xue naturally would not give up.

The number of people who join the Working God Cult is related to whether the master can be resurrected.

These days, the number of people joining the Working God Cult is scarce, and Meteor Snow feels a huge crisis.

"Brother Zhu..." Liu Xingxue spoke again, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

"Sister Xue, please stop forcing Master Zhu."

A loud voice came, and a woman walked to the table.

Looking at the person coming, a trace of doubt flashed in Liu Xingxue's eyes: "Mei Lin?"

The person coming is named Meteor Lin.

In Meteor Mansion, there are three branches in total.

Meteor Snow and Meteor Show are the first line.

Meteor Lin and Meteor Jade are the second vein.

Meteor Tears is aloof and of its own kind.

There is a competitive relationship between the two veins.

"Sister Xue, your family is already aware of the fact that you are promoting the Working God Cult in the city.

Many people in the family have complaints and do not support you in doing this." Qiuxinglin spoke with a hint of indifference in his voice.

"I..." Meteor Xue was speechless.

She naturally knew that the Meteor Family did not want to see the Working God Cult grow in size in Mengcheng.

After all, these churches are unstable factors.

As a ruler, these are the things I dislike the most.

In the past, she only made small fuss, and the family turned a blind eye.

At present, the size of the work-god sect is close to one thousand.

The Meteor family cannot continue like this.

"Sister Xue, give up." Mei Xinglin's voice had a hint of indifference.

"No." Thinking of his master, how could Meteor Snow give up.

"There will still be some time before the catastrophe is about to strike." Meteor Lin said, "Sister Xue, you can't continue to be so wasteful."

"I..." Meteor Xue naturally would not give up and said firmly, "I have my own reasons."

"Ancestor said." Meteorite said, "You can continue to preach, but the family's resources will not be given to you."

Meteor snow is silent.

These were all within her expectations.

However, without family resources, this work-god sect is not very attractive to ordinary people in Meteor City.

"Okay." Meteor Xue nodded.

No matter how difficult it is, she will work hard to attract 10,000 people!

Liu Xinglin looked at Liu Xingxue and said slowly: "Sister Xue, why are you doing this? The working god cult is destined to be a clown."

Meteor Snow was not angry: "I believe in the God of Dreams."

"In order to deal with the catastrophe, let the church members build the Great Wall. Do you think such a dream-making god can really save the world?" Meteor Lin sneered.

The curse destroyed the dream spirit clan.

The catastrophe is a manifestation of the curse.

Today's catastrophe is nothing like the curse at its peak.

However, it is not something that the current dream spirit tribe can resist.

After all, the current Dream Spirit Clan, the strongest one, is only at the sixth level.

If it were not for the presence of Dream City, this disaster would have crashed into Dream City.

Mengcheng will also suffer heavy losses.

Can such a horrific catastrophe be prevented by building a mortal Great Wall?

What a joke.

Because of this, the entire top management of Dream City has no hope in the work-god sect.

"The God of Dreams has his own intentions." Meteor Xue is now a devout believer in the God of Dreams.

She could only believe it.

If you don't believe it, it doesn't mean that Master has no chance of survival.

…

Outside the wild city.

Tens of millions of members of the migrant religious sect gathered together to build the Great Wall.

At present, there are more and more members of the migrant religious sect.

Every day, millions more are added.

Every day, new believers will come to the front line and build the Great Wall.

Due to the existence of dream spiritualists and the huge number of personnel.

The Great Wall in Mengling's space was built faster and more spectacularly than the Great Wall in Xu Chen's previous life.

Wu Changlong stood on the Great Wall with an incomprehensible look in his eyes.

Next to them, stood five senior officials of the Working God Sect.

These five are all very powerful and are the existence of third-level Dream Spiritists.

The current working god sect only has a fifth-level Dream Spiritist named Wu Changlong.

All high-level Dream Spiritists have entered Dream City.

Therefore, there are not many high-level Dream Spiritists in the Working God Sect.

"High Priest, the Great Wall will be completed in less than ten days." A senior executive spoke with a pleased look in his voice.

At this time, most of the Dream Spiritists who were still staying in Yecheng couldn't bear to see Yecheng being overwhelmed by a catastrophe, and hundreds of millions of their tribesmen perished.

Therefore, they would rather believe in the work-god religion and work together to save the world.

"Yes, once the Great Wall is built, there will be no big disaster!" Wu Changlong's eyes were full of confidence and awe.

The God of Dreams made him change from a first-level dream spiritualist to a fifth-level dream spiritualist. This method is probably only possible by gods.

He has great trust in the God of Dreams.

"It's just..." Next to him, a senior executive looked suspicious, "This Great Wall is a mortal creation. I can knock it down with just one hand... Can it really prevent a catastrophe?"
To be continued...