Chapter 13

At noon, the sun hung high in the sky, shining on all things in the world.

On the earth, with the sunshine, a touch of bright red blood flows quietly on the ground, and countless human remains are also arranged between them.

In a jubilation, Bamu looked around.

Around, there are his brothers, comrades in arms and people. At this time, they looked at Bamu crazily with respect and were proud of him.

"I succeeded." thinking about what happened today, he was in a trance, like falling into a dream. But then he expelled this feeling and felt the constant power from the depths of his body. He couldn't help praying heartily and was convinced.

On one side, in a corner invisible to mortals, Chen Ming only felt that a warm current came, and a strong force of faith came in a steady stream, which was transformed into divine power by divine personality.

He looked at Bamu and saw a line of faith as thick as a python standing out above each other's head.

Around, a series of violent emotions such as worship and fear of the people around him continued to envelop him, but they were continuously transmitted to Chen Ming through the line of faith.

"It has reached the level of devout believers!" Chen Ming sighed faintly, but he was not too happy.

The power of faith is greatly influenced by the personal influence of believers. Even before the divine fire is really lit, believers can even affect the life and death of gods to some extent. This is very dangerous.

Moreover, the belief obtained only by charity is not very stable. Just like just now, what would happen if Chen Ming did not respond to Bamu's wishes and chose to treat his people?

Presumably, his faith must not be as stable as it is now, and may even blame him and hate him.

It can be seen from here that it is a disadvantage for short-sighted believers to determine the strength of life and death of the eternal God.

"However, it may not always be so," Chen Ming thought.

If we start to cultivate the seeds of faith from an early age, the whole family will believe it and pass it on from generation to generation. In the end, faith will naturally be closely connected with the luck of a race, and it will be difficult to separate it. However, it is too difficult to achieve this level.

"It's better to collect faith and ignite the divine fire as soon as possible." he sighed and suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

At present, he has only initially condensed the divine position by virtue of his divine personality, and has just started above the divine way. At this time, if someone kills all his believers, the ensuing phagocytosis will be enough to destroy his gods and souls, and there will be no time to turn over.

Once the way of God moves forward, you can't turn back unless you really achieve it.

He thought of these faintly in his heart and looked into the distance.

In the distance, a dark shadow came closer and closer.

At this time, Bamu also found the black priest and others coming from the primary hair.

At the same time of seeing the sacrifice in black, everyone's face changed greatly, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes. Then I looked at Bamu, who was still standing in front of me, and I was relieved.

It has to be said that bamuna's almost invincible power has just given them a lot of confidence. In their view, Bamu may have communicated with some ancient and powerful existence and even the ancestors of their tribe. Only some old people with old faces were worried. As the old people who have lived in this desert for a long time, they know the ferocity of totem. Although Bamu is invincible and majestic, they may have to pay much later.

While seeing each other, Bamu's pupils also shrunk, and he was instinctively afraid, but then, the powerful power and previous magic from his body gave him confidence. So he stood where he was, took a deep breath and walked forward.

On the other side, the black priest looked at Bamu coming up and was surprised: "are you the leader of this tribe?"

"Yes," Bamu said in a deep voice.

Seeing this, the black priest smiled coldly: "since you are the leader here, you must know who I am. Why don't you catch me quickly?"

Hearing what he said, Bamu across the street felt a nameless fire in his heart and said coldly, "if you want me to catch you, don't think about it!"

Suddenly, the sacrificial priest was surprised, and an eye like thing in his hand was pinched and broken, and a black air enveloped him.

He looked at Baru on the opposite side carefully and stared at each other closely through the unique feeling obtained after the black gas possessed.

"It's not a totem." after feeling for a while, he breathed a sigh of relief and said silently in his heart. Then, he only felt that his anger rose in his heart, and he was bluffed by the other party, wasting a precious sacrifice given by the ancestral spirit.

"You damn bastard," he scolded Bamu opposite, and then took out a dark staff from his arms. While Bamu on the other side hasn't reacted yet, point to Bamu.

A black air shot at Bamu at a very fast speed, with a gloomy cold. It seemed that there were faces of old people and children above it, ferocious and strange.

"Bamu!" behind him, a group of people looked at Bamu who had not responded and shouted, hoping he could escape.

On one side, Chen Ming, who originally wanted to intervene, put away his hand in surprise. He looked at the black gas strangely and looked at it again and again.

Not too strong, but too weak.

Perhaps in the eyes of Bamu and other mortals, the black gas is very strange, with terrorist forces such as cursed ghosts. However, in Chen Ming's view, it's just a lot of strong resentment, some soul residues that have been eaten clean, with a smell of death and some decadent essence. It's nothing mysterious.

For ordinary people, there are some natural spirits and ghosts. Naturally, one shot is accurate. I'll give you half of your body every minute, but for Bamu who has divine power to protect his body at the moment, he can only ha.

So, without Chen Ming's interference. The black, in Bamu's slightly shocked and frightened eyes, suddenly bombarded Bamu.

The black gas exploded directly on daobamu. At the same time, the faces of ferocious and unwilling souls appeared and wrapped around his body. The scene was terrible for a moment.

Opposite, the black priest smiled proudly. In the past, no matter how brave a soldier was, he would fall into black gas after being hit by him. His flesh and blood were corroded, leaving only a white bone, which was frightening.

On the other side, Bamu looked at himself in amazement, shrouded in a mass of black gas, and his ferocious face climbed onto his body, as if he wanted to ask for his life. However, while he was in fear, a divine power surged out of his body, and then a clear air shrouded it and gradually melted the black air.

So, in the clear vision of everyone, Bamu broke free and was unharmed.

The black sacrificial priest on the opposite side was stunned and said, "it's impossible!"

Then, the mage in his hand waved hard. This time, a black gas that was several times as huge as an example burst out with a strong resentment. At the same time, after the black gas was emitted, the originally dark staff suddenly became much lighter, which was obviously exhausted.

However, to his disappointment, in a burst of agitation, Bamu appeared unharmed again, and the light formed by the magic power shrouded on his body has not subsided. Standing on the earth quietly, I looked at the black sacrifice opposite, and I was no longer afraid.

"It's impossible!" said the black priest in disbelief. His hand as withered as an old branch touched his arms, as if he wanted to do something else.

However, Bamu on the opposite side has reflected it. He rushed directly in front of him, fast enough to make everyone around stunned.

He came near, looked coldly at the black sacrifice in front of him, with some coldness in his eyes, and fiercely punched him on the head: "die."

Suddenly, under the blessing of divine power, the whole person of the black sacrifice was beaten out, and the whole head was blasted like a watermelon, so he couldn't die anymore.

"Go!"

On the other side, balek and others were shocked. Looking at Bamu standing like the God of war in the distance, they dared to come forward and ran out with people.

In the distance, Bamu looked at the fleeing balek and others. He hesitated. He didn't choose to catch up and let them escape.

"Bamu! Bamu! Bamu!"

Around him, his people looked at their leaders, with a thick worship on their faces and shouted his name crazily.