When several Mongolian soldiers saw the three girls, their spirits immediately perked.

Meng Fangling was wearing a light armor, although the skin of her whole body was tightly wrapped, it also outlined the curves of her chest and waist well. Her towering breasts, in particular, are particularly striking. Her facial features are deep and have a hot flair.

Qingjun was dressed in a white robe, and his body was slender and graceful. Because of his young age, the undulating curve is not very steep, but it is just right. Coupled with her white and tender skin and beautiful face, the whole person looks more delicate and attractive.

Han Qing is the most attractive of the three girls. The red and white dress clings to her body. Straight legs, plump buttocks, slender waist, and breasts bulging with thrilling arcs are all inspiring human desires all the time. Angel face and devil figure are her most appropriate definitions.

Several soldiers came over with a sinister grin, their eyes flashing like beasts.

Qingjun raised his hand and it was a burst fireball, a fireball exploded under the feet of the Mongolian soldiers, and more than 200,000 joules of energy were instantly released, becoming a death Jedi within ten meters in diameter.

With a violent roar, the ground of the entire courtyard shook. Several Mongol soldiers were blown up and flew upside down from the gate of the courtyard, and all of them were killed in the air.

A family of four was so frightened that they fell to the ground and trembled. In their hearts, they have regarded Qingjun as a god.

Hearing the explosion here, the remaining Mongolian soldiers were shocked and looked over together. Their massacre of the villagers was also a little slower.

The three women walked out of the courtyard, and more than a dozen Mongolian soldiers saw them and were about to ask, but they were blown away head-on by a bursting fireball from Qingjun.

"There's a witch! Kill them! ”

These Mongol soldiers were brave and were bombarded with fireballs one after another, but they still had the will to fight. They gathered with a shout, drew their bows and arrows, and aimed at the three women.

Facing the Mongolian soldiers' bows and arrows, Qingjun looked solemn. Her current spells are mainly attack-based. The defensive spells mastered have the disadvantages of high mana consumption and obstruction of vision. This is also the reason why cultivators are not willing to confront the army head-on.

At this time, Meng Fangling and Han Qing stood up on the left and right.

"Qingjun, just hand over the enemy's bow and arrow to us, you let go of the attack!"

Qingjun was overjoyed, and a series of bursting fireballs flew towards the enemy formation. Clusters of flames with thunderous roars reaped the lives of the Mongol soldiers.

These Mongol soldiers once boasted their bravery, but in the face of this power beyond recognition, they could only struggle helplessly, and they did not know when they would die. Their horses wailed in fear and scurried about.

The centurion stood dumbfounded in the distance, watching as the bravest knight of his army was swallowed up by the fireball ten feet before him. The moment the fireball exploded, the skin of his whole body cracked, and the blood quickly vaporized, and the next moment, it was exploded by the huge force of the explosion, and the fragments of his body splashed everywhere.

Both the Mongol soldiers and the villagers were stunned by the incessant burst of fireballs. The stunning girl in the white dress seemed to hold the authority of the gods and was mercilessly punishing the world.

The centurion suddenly let out a hoarse roar from his chest: "Volley!" Kill her! Do whatever it takes! After that, he himself should bend his bow and shoot at Qingjun first.

The remaining Mongol soldiers roared and bent their bows and arrows, and did not dodge again. They all understood what the centurion meant, and every second of delay would lead to the death of their own men. Only by desperately killing Qingjun can there be a glimmer of life.

They gritted their teeth and comforted themselves in their hearts. No matter how powerful the exploding fireballs were, they were just like the rain of arrows on the battlefield, they had all charged against the rain of arrows, never thinking about when the arrows would fall on their heads. Killing the enemy is the best means of defense!

Dozens of feathered arrows shot at Qingjun together. However, before these feather arrows approached Qingjun, they were all blocked by Han Qing's scimitar and Meng Fangling's pear flower spear. Qingjun cast all his strength under their defense, and in the blink of an eye, another string of bursting fireballs covered the entire field.

The Mongol soldiers finally collapsed. They threw down their weapons, turned their horses' heads in disarray, and fled out of the village.

When they escaped from the range of the exploding fireball, Qingjun stopped the pursuit. She looked at the remaining flames and corpses in the village with pride, proud of her new spell. After the baptism of battle, she no longer has mercy on the enemy.

The villagers helped the old and the young to walk towards the three young girls. At a distance of a foot from them, they knelt down and worshipped. They originally thought that today they would inevitably end up with the destruction of their families. And the three girls, with their power beyond the mortal world, defeated the Mongols. In their hearts, they already regard the three girls as immortals.

"Qingjun, I want to develop them into believers in the God of Light." Han Qing rolled his gaze and whispered in Qingjun's ear.

Qingjun knew that Han Qing had a trace of the divinity of the God of Light. When she made a request, she realized in her heart that she would naturally fully cooperate.

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In just a few hours, the remaining more than 100 villagers in the village have all become believers in the God of Light. When the number of believers reached one hundred, a golden flame flower in Han Qing's eyebrows gushed out pure and warm radiant divine power, although the number was small, but it was endless.

At the same time, she naturally mastered the three divine arts.

In the "Light Technique", a ball of light appears above the caster's head, emitting a soft white glow that illuminates a range of 10 meters. In addition to lighting, the divine power consumption of this magic is very small, it lasts for a long time, and it is very conspicuous, and it is a sacred magic that must be used by priests to preach.

"Blessing Technique" is one of the most practical magic techniques in battle, which restores the target body's physical and mental strength, drives away negative effects such as fear, and increases resistance to dark spells.

"Minor Injuries Healing" causes minor injuries to heal the target immediately. A minor injury is an injury that does not leave an organ dysfunction. By modern medical standards, the simplest way to say it is an injury that does not require surgery. This magic was of great significance in ancient times, when there was a lack of effective treatment and first aid.

Han Qing walked in the village, using the light technique, from time to time to treat minor injuries, treating the wounds of the injured villagers.

Looking at the original bloody wound, under the illumination of a beam of white light, it quickly converged and healed, and there was not even a scar left. The villagers bowed and worshipped from the bottom of their hearts, and contributed more power of faith.

After harvesting the faith of the whole village, Han Qing began to plan the next arrangement. The safety of these believers must be kept safe in order for her to gain a steady stream of faith power.

If the villagers were allowed to stay here, they would inevitably suffer retaliation and massacre by the Mongol army. The surest way is to take them south with you.