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On the ground, with the sun, a smear of bright red blood flowed quietly on the ground, and countless corpses were lined up in the middle of it.

In the midst of the cheers, Bamu looked around in a daze.

Around, there are his brothers, comrades-in-arms, clansmen. At this time, they looked at Bamu with reverence on their faces, and they were proud of him.

"I, it worked. Thinking about what happened today, he couldn't help but feel like he was in a dream. But then, he banished this feeling again, feeling the constant flow of power from the depths of his body, and he couldn't help but pray from the bottom of his heart and be convinced.

On the side, in the corner that mortals couldn't see, Chen Ming only felt a warm stream coming through, and a strong power of faith came continuously, which was transformed into divine power by the godhead.

He looked at Bamu, only to see a thread of faith as thick as a python standing out above the other person'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 constantly transmitted to Chen Ming through the thread of faith.

"It's already to the level of a devout believer!" Chen Ming sighed faintly, but he was not too happy.

The power of faith is too great to be influenced by the believer's individuality. Even before the fire is actually lit, believers can even affect the life and death of the gods to some extent. This is very dangerous.

Moreover, the faith that came from Schri alone is not very solid. Just like Fang Cai, if Chen Ming did not respond to Bamu's wishes and did not choose to treat his people, what would have been the result?

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

From here, it can be seen that leaving short-sighted believers to decide the strength of the life and death of the eternal gods is itself a disadvantage.

However, this may not always be the case. Chen Ming thought.

If the seeds of faith are cultivated from an early age, and the whole clan believes in them, and so on from generation to generation, in the end, faith will naturally be closely linked to the luck of a race, and it will be difficult to separate. However, it is too difficult to achieve this level.

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

At present, he is only relying on the godhead to preliminarily condense the divine position, and he has just started above the path of the gods, and if someone kills all his followers, the ensuing backlash in the dark is enough to destroy his spirit, and there is no time to turn over.

The way of the gods, once forward, cannot be turned back unless it is truly achieved.

He thought about this faintly in his heart, and looked into the distance with his eyes.

In the distance, a dark shadow grew closer.

At this time, Bamu also found the black-clothed priest and others who were coming from the original hair.

At the same time as seeing the black-clothed sacrifice, everyone's faces changed greatly, and there was a trace of fear in their eyes. Then he looked at Bamu, who was still standing in front of him, and then he was relieved.

It has to be said that the almost invincible power of Bamu just now has given them a lot of self-confidence. In their eyes, Bamu may have been connected with some ancient and powerful beings or even the ancestors of their tribe. Only some of the old-looking old men looked worried. As old people who have survived on this desert for a long time, they know the ferocity of the totem, don't look at the invincible and majestic Bamu now, but how much price will be given afterwards, it may not be said.

At the same time as he saw the other party, the pupils in Bamu's eyes also shrank, and he was instinctively a little afraid, but then, the continuous flow of powerful power from his body and the previous magic gave him confidence. So, he stood where he was, took a deep breath, and stepped forward.

On the other side, the black-clothed priest looked at Bamu who came up to him, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes: "You are the leader of this tribe?"

"Not bad. Bamu said in a deep voice.

Seeing this, the black-clothed priest smiled coldly: "Since you are the leader here, you must also know who I am." Why don't you hurry up and get caught?"

Hearing him say this, Bamu on the other side only felt a nameless fire in his heart, and said coldly: "If you want me to be arrested, don't think about it!"

Suddenly, the priest was shocked, and an eyeball-like thing in his hand was pinched by him, and a black aura suddenly enveloped his body.

He carefully looked at Balu on the other side, staring at each other with the unique sense he received after the black qi possession.

"It's not a totem. After sensing it for a while, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said silently in his heart. Then, he only felt that a fury rose in his heart, and he was actually frightened by the other party, wasting a precious sacrifice given by the ancestral spirit.

"You damn bastard. He yelled at Bamu on the other side, and then pulled out a pitch-black staff from his bosom. On the other side, Bamu pointed to Bamu before he could react.

A black gas shot towards Bamu at an extremely fast speed, with an eerie coldness, and above it there seemed to be faces of old men and children, hideous and weird.

"Bamu!" Behind him, a group of people looked at Bamu, who had not yet reacted, and yelled, hoping that he could dodge.

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

Not too strong, but too weak.

Perhaps in the eyes of Bamu and other mortals on the side, the black aura was extremely weird, and it even carried terrifying powers such as cursed ghosts. However, in Chen Ming's opinion, it was just a mass of rich resentment, and some soul residues that had been eaten clean, with a breath of death and some rotten essences, nothing mysterious.

For ordinary people, there are still some natural spirits and ghosts, and it is natural to shoot one shot at a time, and it will corrode half of your body for you in minutes, but for Bamu, who has divine power to protect his body at the moment, then he can only hehe.

So, without Chen Ming's interference. The black, in Bamu's slightly stunned and frightened eyes, and the nervous eyes of the people around him, suddenly bombarded Bamu's body.

The black qi blasted Dao Bamu's body and suddenly exploded directly, and at the same time, a series of hideous and unwilling soul faces appeared, wrapping around his body, and the scene was terrifying for a while.

On the other side, the black-clothed priest smiled proudly, in the past, no matter how brave a warrior was, after being hit by him, he would fall into black qi, and his flesh and blood would be corroded, leaving only a white skeleton, which was terrifying.

On the other side, Bamu watched in astonishment as he was shrouded in a cloud of black gas, and his body crawled up with hideous faces, as if he wanted to ask for his life. However, in the midst of his fear, a divine power surged out in his body, and then a clear qi enveloped it, gradually dissolving the black qi.

So, in everyone's clear vision, Bamu broke free, unscathed.

The black-clothed priest on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, and said in some astonishment: "This is impossible!"

Then, the mage in his hand swung vigorously, and this time, a black qi that was several times larger than the one shot out, with a thick resentment. At the same time, after shooting out this black qi, the originally pitch-black staff suddenly became much lighter, obviously using up its strength.

However, to his disappointment, in the midst of the agitation, Bamu reappeared unscathed, and the light formed by the flash of divine power shrouded in his body had not yet faded. Standing quietly on the ground like this, he looked coldly at the black-clothed sacrifice opposite, and there was no fear in his heart.

"This can't be!" said the black-clothed priest in disbelief, his withered hand as an old twig touching his bosom, as if he wanted to do something.

However, Bamu on the opposite side had already reflected it, and rushed directly in front of him with a dash, which was fast enough to make everyone around him jaw-dropping.

When he came closer, he looked coldly at the black-clothed priest in front of him, with some coldness in his eyes, and threw a punch at his head: "Go and die." ”

Suddenly, with the blessing of divine power, the black-clothed priest was sent flying out, and his entire head was blown up like a watermelon, and he couldn't die anymore.

"Let's go!"

On the other side, Balek and the others were horrified in their hearts, looking at Bamu standing like a god of war in the distance, where did they dare to step forward, and hurriedly ran out with people.

In the distance, Bamu looked at the fleeing Balek and the others, hesitated in his heart, did not choose to catch up, and let them escape.

"Bamu, Bamu, Bamu!"

All around, his people looked at their leader, their faces full of adoration, and frantically shouted his name.