Chapter 10

Looking at kuruba sleeping below without warning, Chen Ming shook his head and said nothing. He just looked at him quietly and observed the changes in his body.

From his perspective, a touch of golden origin gradually spread in kuruba's body, with strong vitality, quietly washing his body blood and purifying him.

As time went by, the gold gradually disappeared and became weaker, while the faint smell on kuruba's body became stronger and stronger.

Before that, although he was tall and strong, with a heroic spirit, he was unforgettable. But it's still in the ordinary range.

Now, the person is still the original person, but his appearance has become much majestic and has a unique charm. Especially on his forehead, I don't know when there has been a light cyan mark.

The mark is like a tree, with a deep mystery. It communicates and communicates with Chen Ming's noumenon.

This is a symbol of divine descent. It is only a symbol of those whose body has strong divine blood. The texture varies according to the origin of gods.

After a while, kuruba gradually woke up. He opened his eyes and stood up.

"What is this?"

He just felt that he was in an unprecedented good state at the moment, and his whole body seemed to be sublimated and full of strength. Even when I breathe and breathe, I seem to be able to sense the changes of the world and become more sensitive to some changes around me.

He looked at his hands and arms, which were full of scars and calluses from previous training, but now they were gone. Even the skin is white.

Seeing this, he suddenly remembered the leaf he had swallowed before he fell into a coma. I was about to kneel down and pray, but I found another man beside me, looking at his forehead with envy.

It was grama who was called by Chen Ming when kuruba was unconscious.

In fact, this person is the one who has the highest degree of agreement with Chen Mingqi in the tribe. If it were not for the limitation of Chen Ming's own level, he would have been promoted to a higher level. Moreover, as a priest, he has actually become the core figure in the current tribe after his Awakening Divinity.

He looked at kuruba with some envy. With his piety and fit to Chen Ming, he could naturally feel the Pengbai power that came from the same source as the sacred tree in kuruba, especially the divine emblem on his forehead, which shocked him.

Opposite, kuruba was about to ask, but suddenly Chen Ming's voice came to his ear.

"Kuruba, you go down first."

He had to close his lips and stop talking. He knelt down to Chen Ming and prayed for a while before leaving directly.

In the distance, Chen Ming watched him go away, and then his eyes turned to grama.

"Have you found any tramps near the tribe recently?" he said.

Granma thought for a moment and said, "three days ago, several vagrants came to our tribe. We follow your will and take them nearby."

In the opposite direction, Chen Ming nodded: "in the near future, some tribes may come to join us. Then you can settle them all."

After a pause, he said, "but as my sacrifice, you should also guide them and let them believe in me."

Opposite, grama heard this and nodded quickly.

Chen Ming nodded with satisfaction, and then his mind moved. He saw that a branch fell from a huge ancient tree and quietly fell in front of grama.

"I appoint you as my Pope. This branch is pregnant with some of my divine power, which can be used as a symbol of your identity."

"Yes," said Chen Ming to grama, holding the branches in his hands.

As soon as he got it, he felt a shock all over his body. He just felt that a stream of vitality came from his hands, and even the divine power in his body was active.

He was surprised and put it away. Later, seeing that Chen Ming didn't mean to continue talking, he stood respectfully aside.

I don't know how long he stood. Suddenly, a breeze brushed his shoulder. He was cool behind him. He suddenly had some insight. He prayed respectfully for a while and retreated silently.

Chen Ming watched him leave behind him, looking at the fog in the sky and feeling it silently.

At night, Chen Ming did not hesitate to follow the guidance from the Yin soldiers and headed south.

The journey was long, and it took more than ten days at the speed of his spirit.

On the way, he saw corpses all over the ground, ghosts eating people, and terrible scenes of Warcraft all over the ground. The farther south, the more I feel a deep and dark force enveloping the earth.

Finally, as he came to a high mountain, he saw the first tribe he had met since he walked.

Chen Ming stood where he was and silently looked at the distance.

In the distance, a village is located here, simple and dilapidated, but there are many people.

However, at this time, the village where people came and went in the past was in a mess.

When Chen Ming looked through his heavenly eyes, he could clearly see that a black gas, with beacon fire, wolf smoke and blood, was violently impacting the gas luck of the tribe itself.

He immediately understood that the place must have suffered from swords, but he didn't know why.

So he went on and went inside, and the scene suddenly changed.

I saw dozens of bodies lined up in the village. Hundreds of tribal soldiers, waving their primitive weapons, fought desperately.

The scene was full of flesh and blood for a moment, dyeing the earth red with blood, which was very tragic.

This is only visible, where ordinary people can't see, in the dark depths. Chen Ming saw that countless blood on the battlefield sent out bursts of blood light, forming a bloody field.

Around, countless ghosts, wild monsters, and dead souls trying to get up under the bodies stared at the people on the field with ferocious faces, but they were driven away by the blood surging on the battlefield. The scene was appalling.

Chen Ming looked up again and saw that above the two teams of people, the two fortunes were constantly entangled and colliding. One of them seems to be an outsider, who has occupied the advantage and is constantly eating away at the spirit opposite. Although the other side resists tenaciously, it has no way to face the other side and can only be passively eroded one by one.

Chen Mingxin said that if there was no change or other external interference, outsiders would win the next victory and catch all the people in the village.

However, it had nothing to do with him. He observed the battlefield silently.

After careful observation, it is found that although the physical size of the aggressors opposite is not different from that of others, on the one hand, they are numerous, with a spirit tempered by hundreds of battles. At the same time, some of them also have shoddy leather armor, even the weapons in their hands. Although Chen Ming seems to be very simple, they are much better than those opposite.

When Chen Ming looked carefully, he saw a faint Army spirit, and a black shadow covered it like a mark, with a strong resentment.

He was stunned and looked at the past with a dignified face. At the same time, he trembled gently in silence, as if reminding him of something.

"Is this feeling a totem?" he was surprised, some surprised and some surprised.

After looking for something for so many days, he suddenly appeared beside him, which made him feel quite happy that it took no time to get it.