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The live broadcast lasted less than ten minutes, but because there was a whole superpower behind it, it was immediately spread to the whole world.

With the help of the spread of the Internet, countless believers of the First Round Sect naturally also saw this live broadcast, and they were extremely excited after seeing this video.

"This is contempt for our faith!"

"The unbelievers will surely fall into the Hells of Flame!"

"Destroy his family!"

"Die! Die! ”

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In the country of Maiso, there are voices shouting for revenge everywhere, and Ning Yanhuo's words describing them as idiots, waste, and garbage in the live broadcast deeply hurt the self-esteem of these people.

They will not tolerate people who insult their faith to live in this world!

"A sacrificial blow from the cursed powerhouse......" Ramdo was already aware of the troubles of the situation.

Perhaps the believer at the bottom is not yet aware of the power of this level of power, but he knows that this is definitely a disaster that can affect the entire country.

At this time, he even hoped that the other party's attack would hit him, even if it was to consume ten substitute death spirits, it would be better than taking these ordinary believers under the knife.

"Your wish has been fulfilled, and you can still exist in this world for ten days with this tree heart." Bai Mo held Ning Yanhuo's head with his mental strength, and said to him in a tone without fluctuation.

"Ten days? Enough, thanks to that altar, my curse lasts seven days, and I don't think anyone can survive a week of that itch that goes deep into the bone marrow. ”

"Wait two days, the day after tomorrow, it's time for me to make a move."

"I'm a little curious, with your strength, if you want to destroy a round of teaching, even if you push it over, you should be able to kill a piece of armor without leaving a piece of armor, why do you need me?" After completely releasing the hatred in his heart, Ning Yanhuo calmed down.

"A round of teaching is not as simple as you think, at least Ramdo is a person who can hurt me."

"Is it just hurt?"

"If you want to really kill me, unless at least half of the Fifth Order on this planet shoots together, and then takes the lives of half of them."

"So, you're not invincible."

"Not yet, but soon it will be." For the dying person in front of him, Bai Mo didn't have too many plans to hide.

Just as a group of followers began to rally to denounce this bastard who had blasphemed their faith, the curse really began to fall.

"My feet! It's so itchy! ”

"I'm left-handed, and I'm itching to death!"

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Although it was a rally, the original speaker had to leave the venue due to sudden severe itching.

A large number of people with itchy feet no longer cared about any image, and took off their shoes and socks directly in the square, scratching them desperately with their hands.

There are also some private parts that are extremely itchy, almost running to the house and the toilet at the same speed as life.

And the most desperate among them are the people who itch in the middle of their backs. That position happened to be the dead end of the hand, and they could only lie on the ground and rub the ground desperately.

In less than two minutes, there were already people who were bleeding because of scratching, but they still couldn't stop, and itching was more uncomfortable than pain in many cases.

Some people jumped into the pools of the park and tried to relieve the itching with the help of the washing of the current, but with little effect.

Someone took out the ointment at home and applied it layer after layer, but unfortunately they seemed to have forgotten what Ning Yanhuo said about the four words that there is no cure.

The whole country of Mysoe is a round of followers, and such a curse immediately brought the whole country to a halt, and under the itch, almost only the upper class, which has almost zero faith, can have enough thinking ability.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now we are facing one of the toughest tests we have ever faced!" Ramdo immediately called an emergency meeting.

He knew that he had made a complete mistake in dealing with this attack, and it should be said that no one could have imagined such a roundabout method, but he was a god, and God could not admit his mistake.

"Missionaries have just tried it, and the power of faith can temporarily suppress this curse...... one of his men reported.

"In this case, let go of the reserves of the power of faith in the country of God for the time being, and leave it to the missionaries everywhere to deal with."

"Yes!"

Ramdo didn't feel any joy at this non-method.

The black hand behind the curtain who can hit himself hard is still hidden behind it, according to his guess, the black hand should be the person in charge of filming the video, and at this stage he is actually consuming the foundation of his divine kingdom, after all, as long as the power of faith is endless, it is almost impossible for him to be defeated.

The first nationwide itching lasted fifteen minutes, and finally disappeared temporarily, and everyone who had just been tossed for fifteen minutes was already sweating profusely.

And rubbing on the ground, they didn't even bother with the holes in their clothes, and they directly collapsed on the ground, and the fierce exercise just now consumed their physical strength excessively.

Taking advantage of this rare time, many people recalled every curse that Ning Yanhuo recited just now, eager to eat its flesh, dismantle its bones, and even cut it with a thousand knives.

There are also some people who are not strong-willed, after just fifteen minutes of tossing and turning, they have already begun to have a little bit of that kind of thought, but in this country where all the people believe in religion, even if they have such thoughts, they must be kept strictly hidden.

Itchy! Itchy! Itchy!

Fifteen minutes later, the itch broke out again, this time in a different place, the original itch on the left hand now became the right hand, and the itchy foot became the itch on the neck.

And in the trenches of the Western Defence, which is fighting the EU, the situation is even more desperate.

The itching of the body one after another made these originally determined warriors unable to even hold the gun in their hands steadily, and the itching made their hands tremble uncontrollably when aiming.

The battlefield priests, who were originally used to boost morale, were suppressing the itch with their own strength. They have a devout belief in the gods of the wheel, and now they can only support themselves, and they have no heart to take care of others.

"Great God, why should you give us such a test?" Countless people suffering from itching have only one thought left in their heads.

Despair, anger began to sweep the country, but anger could not free them from physical pain, the itching of life was worse than death, so these people did not even have the power to vent their anger, so despair was quietly spreading.

There was simply no way for the fire brigade, made up of priests, to extinguish the raging flames that had spread throughout the country.

What's more, the itching of the power of faith is only a symptom but not a cure, and once the suppression is lost, it is still the same once every fifteen minutes.

The deeper the faith, the more serious this deadly itch becomes, and these faithful believers are the cornerstone of the rapid cultivation of the upper echelons of the First Round Sect with the help of the power of faith.

And now, the cornerstone that underpins the entire system is beginning to falter in such an unexpected move.