A few months later, after the sacrifice was over, Chen Ming voluntarily retreated to his body due to the change of his godhead. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, although the will is asleep, the godhead in the depths of the soul has not stopped working.

After breaking through the first layer of seals, the godhead is able to exert the extraordinary power of the godhead as one of the most central parts of the godhead. It's not like in the past, and it can only be used passively.

And among the newly opened abilities, Divine Bestow is one of them.

In the past, if Chen Ming wanted to give others divine skills, not only would it cost a lot, but he also needed to take the initiative to give it.

After the Godhead is unsealed, the Godhead will give the believer divine magic according to the degree of devotion of the believer's faith, of course, the specific degree needs to be adjusted by Chen Ming himself.

At this moment, Chen Ming was a little crying and laughing, and he seemed a little helpless.

At this moment, he carefully observed and found that the magic skills he possessed were pitiful.

A mild cure that can heal minor wounds. A mild deterrent, giving a certain deterrent, has a slight effect on those who are determined. A cure for diseases can cure most diseases. A purification that purifies a certain range of evil. It may seem like a lot, but it's a divine power.

Divine power is the highest level of energy, and it itself carries all kinds of special intentions, and using it as a basis can form some divine arts.

And after sleeping for several months, after experiencing the growth from a seed, to a sapling, and then after 10,000 years of growth, to the current form, through the interaction of Godhead, Godhead, and the source power of the world. But it made him realize a lot of magic skills.

Thinking of this, he had some enlightenment.

Divine art, itself belongs to one of the highest levels of power, and unlike those spells that rely only on energy, etc., divine magic itself, born from the laws of the world, is the shared embodiment of the gods' understanding of the essence of the world.

Therefore, in the past, although he had a godhead, because he did not have his own accumulation, all he could have was to simply apply divine power to form some simple divine arts. And after this slumber was different, after digesting the memories, he began to have his own understanding of the world, which may not be deep, but it was enough for him to develop many magic techniques.

Thinking of this, he smiled, perhaps because the main body was a tree, and most of the divine techniques he developed were of the natural system.

But they all work.

Enhancing fertility, plant communication, and giving birth to plants are not to mention their combat effectiveness for the time being, but in agricultural production, their importance is self-evident. If a tribe wants to increase its population quickly, it cannot rely only on hunting, and farming is the long-term solution. And with these magic techniques, farming and production will be much easier, and the yield of land will become more abundant.

And other protective magic techniques such as wooden armor and wooden shield techniques are also very effective in their application in actual combat. Especially for these people who don't even have armor.

But thinking of this, Artis couldn't help but smile, it seems that because the tree can't move most of the time, there are few achievements in the development of attack-like magic techniques.

But he doesn't care about these anymore, not now, there will be in the future, as a god, he has this patience.

At this moment, the outside world, because of the appearance of divine arts, its influence has just begun.

Although the magic is powerful, there are still very few people who can possess it. This is because the acquisition of divine magic itself requires more than just piety of faith. It also requires the user's own compatibility with the divine arts, as well as special sensing, as well as the strong will of the believer himself.

The more devout believers are, the more obvious their induction is. Just like now, at least half of the people in the tribe can clearly sense it, but because of the mixture of their own wills and emotions. Therefore, there are still very few people who can obtain divine arts.

However, the turmoil caused by the appearance of divine magic has already begun.

"Lord Granma, come and see, there's someone injured here. ”

On a platform, a small wooden house was built at this time.

The cottage is flat, every piece of wood is newly cut and dried, and the house is filled with a natural aroma.

Outside the house, on a plain, there are rows of flowers and all kinds of plants.

Some plants are clearly in conflict with their flowering season, and they can't even bloom at all during this season. But here, it seems to be contrary to the natural biological laws, and at the same time it is open in this small space.

On the platform, an old man was looking at the flowers, and gently stroked a red flower in his hand, and the slight emotion from it touched him, and he couldn't help but show kindness.

It wasn't until he heard a shout in the distance that he turned his head and saw several strong men carrying a burly warrior in.

The warrior, with a resolute face, a burly body, and muscles made of fine iron, was not as thin as the other natives, but was filled with an aura of iron and blood, which made people look sideways.

Such a warrior should have stood proudly in front of others and enjoyed the sideways gazes of others, but at this time, he was lying quietly on a stretcher, with a big hole in his chest, and blood was scattered everywhere. He himself gritted his teeth, and with a strong willpower, he survived until now.

Seeing this, Grama was taken aback: "Kurumba, why are you injured like this?"

At the same time, he strode forward, holding up a piece of light on one hand and brushing it gently through his wound.

The white light collided with the wound, gradually stopping the bleeding from the wound. At this time, a trace of black qi gradually floated out from the wound on his chest.

"This is?" Gramma's pupils shrank, ignoring the sweat caused by his overexertion, and said, "A demonic beast has attacked you? Didn't you say not to enter those dangerous areas?"

"Not us. At this time, Kurumba struggled and spoke, looking pained.

In fact, if you look closely, his wound is filled with a black gas, but at the same time, a turquoise vitality continues to gather from his body to resist the wound. Otherwise, it simply wouldn't have lasted so long.

Seeing this, Granma sighed slightly: "Fortunately, although you have not been able to comprehend the divine art, you have successfully realized the divine power of my god, otherwise, you would have been eaten by the demonic qi." ”

Hearing this, Kuruba smiled bitterly, he thought that his devotion to God did not need to be weak by anyone, but he had never been able to feel a divine skill of his own.

"We were hunting on the outskirts of the forest, but a demonized wolf suddenly rushed up from the south. In order for us to be able to retreat successfully, Kuruba led a team of people to block the opponent, and held out until the area blessed by our god before the opponent left."

On the side, a warrior said bitterly, with some pain and anger in his eyes.

"One?" asked Grama curiously.

"It's not an ordinary demonized wolf, if it's an ordinary demonic wolf, the current Kuruba alone is enough to deal with it. But that one is different, it seems to be the wolf king. ”

"Wolf King?" Grama was taken aback again: "The tribe to the south." ”

"Mostly, it's over," replied another warrior with a grim face.

"Probably so. The Wolf King never acts alone. This wolf king is most likely migrated from a very far away place in the depths of the forest. ”

"Since we are from the south, I guess several tribes from the south have already been attacked. ”

Granma said, her tone a little heavy.

The Demon Beast, for this world, is almost synonymous with despair and fear. They are the embodiment of killing and death, a creature born of ordinary beasts increasingly tainted with demonic energy, powerful and brutal. Around here, there is no one to stop except a few large tribes.

"Carry Kurumba under the sacred tree. This injury is far beyond my ability, and I can only rely on the power of my god. ”

He sighed, and then commanded the crowd to carry him under the ancient tree.

Then the old man closed his eyes and prayed silently.

Since the last sacrifice was possessed by Chen Ming, the old man's body has been washed by divine power, and his body and mind have begun to resonate with it, plus he was originally the high priest of the tribe, so it is easier to communicate with the gods than others in terms of identity.

After a while, a shimmer of turquoise light emerged from the ancient tree, with a lush vitality, and was pulled out by him, and fell on Kuruba's body with his guidance.

Seeing this, everyone prayed with devout faces.

The green light fell on the wound, as if something had been fused, and a large amount of black qi escaped. Subsequently, the wound is healed.

On the ground, Kurumba closed his eyes, felt a warmth enveloping his body, and prayed silently: "My god blesses." ”

Beside him, he felt the physical strength in his body gradually fade away, and a sense of powerlessness gradually hit his heart, and finally, as his mind was exhausted, the green light disappeared, and Granma half-squatted on the ground, gasping for breath, and sweating on his forehead.

"Whew, whew. He gasped and said with a wry smile: "I don't have the strength anymore, after this time, I will have to rest for at least a few days." ”

"Enough. A resolute voice replied.

On the ground, Kurumba, who had been lying down, stood up at some point.

He is burly, imposing, originally lying on his stomach, but he stood up at this moment, although he is not handsome, but his resolute and cold face, with countless wounds all over his body, looks like he has a strong iron and blood momentum, which makes people can't help but look sideways.

"What a warrior!" Chen Ming looked at for a moment, and then couldn't help but sigh.

He used his divine powers to look over his head.

I saw that a piece of luck as thick as a python coiled above his head, with a reddish tinge in the middle, setting off the whole as a faint blood red. If you look closely, you can see that in the midst of luck, in the depths of the darkness, a little gold looms, which is dazzling.

Chen Ming couldn't help but look sideways.

The luck is slightly red, which is easy to understand, indicating that this person belongs to the prestigious kind even in the entire tribe, and coupled with his own bravery, this situation has been formed.

And that little bit of gold is remarkable. This represents the natal personality, which is given by the heaven and earth of this side, and to some extent represents a potential of the other party. Judging from the broken and weak nature of this world, the natal gold, even if it is only an insignificant point, also represents this person's qualifications, and in this heaven and earth, it definitely belongs to the top group.