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In a riverside forest, several figures shuttled and chased.

If you ignore the lush trees that obscure your vision, you can see several tribal warriors dressed in animal skins chasing a large boar.

The wild boar was huge, the size of a giant tiger, with sharp fangs, and it was usually a tyrant in this forest, but at this time it looked extremely embarrassed, being chased and killed by a group of humans.

If you look closely, you can find that the group of people are covered with a thin layer of rattan armor, and the first person is wearing a layer of jet-black armor that seems to be wood, holding a spear that emits a ghostly light, which is extremely powerful.

He took the lead, looked at the wild boar in front of him, his heart moved, and a divine power suddenly blessed him, he felt full of strength, and then he threw the spear in his hand at the wild boar that was still running.

The spear slashed through the air with a pale green light, and then stabbed it unswervingly, even through its body, nailing it directly to the torso of a large tree, and it seemed to be out of breath.

"With this big guy, it seems that everyone can share more meat at tonight's sacrifice. ”

Looking at the wild boar, the man in the lead said with a smile, looking very hearty.

"Yes, but it's not easy to carry such a big guy back. Another person responded, smirking.

"Hah, what is this!"

He said this, with a hearty smile, and then in the stunned eyes of his companions, he suddenly pulled out the boar stuck in the tree with his spear, and then lifted the huge boar on his shoulder without breathing.

Seeing this, the partner next to him sighed: "Klya, your strength is really enviable." ”

"We both believe in the great god of nature, but a few of us haven't even mastered the basic wooden armor technique, and the armor on our bodies still needs to be made by the clansmen. Compared to you, it's really much worse. A middle-aged man who was a little older said with a sigh in his eyes.

However, when he heard this, Cleia on the other side shook his head at them and said, "What should I compare with the devout disciples who are also the gods of nature? ”

"What's more, although I am good at fighting, your comprehension is not bad either. Without the probing and healing you have done along the way, we wouldn't have been here. He smiled heartily, and his face looked sincere, showing that he really thought so.

Seeing him say this, the people around him also smiled and nodded, although they were still a little envious in their hearts, but they were also relieved.

When they had finished packing their things, they looked at the old tree that had been pierced by the spear of Kria, and looked at each other.

One of the members of the team stepped out of the line, and a healing spell enveloped it with a thick vitality, slowly repairing its damage. Then, the group silently made a sacrifice, and under the urging of divine magic, they slowly communicated with the natural consciousness in the underworld.

This is a sacrifice and a thanksgiving.

After believing in the god of nature and comprehending the divine arts, no matter what the divine arts they comprehend, they will gain the ability to communicate with nature, and they can feel the spirit of all things in the underworld.

Therefore, over time, as the believers became more communicative with the spirits of nature, such practices slowly developed among the tribes.

After the group finished praying earnestly, they seemed to feel a hazy and weak soul exuding a slight kindness to them from the ancient tree in front of them. Suddenly, they understood that the spirit of nature in the tree had forgiven them.

So the group packed up their things, picked up the boar carcass, and slowly left.

And nearby, the figure of a young man suddenly appeared, with a hint of clear light, it was Chen Ming.

He looked in the distance in the direction of several people leaving, especially above Kria's head.

I saw that a pale golden natal appeared on it, with a hint of haze, and a clear light, faintly connected with Chen Ming's luck.

"Are you from the wilderness?" he said, looking at Kria in the distance, who was walking away.

In other words, during the period of Chen Ming's departure, Granma and the others did not do nothing.

In the vast area of this wilderness, there are many large and small tribes, large and small, and there are countless wild tribes who live in caves or mountains.

Most of these wild tribes live in poverty and weak strength, and they are scattered in the wilderness into tribes.

The tribe that Chen Ming was reborn from, speaking of which, is quite a good mix among them. Because Chen Ming has always been sheltered, most of the people in his tribe, except for the dangers they encounter in the wilderness every day, can live in peace.

And those wild tribes are not so lucky, if the size of the hundreds of people is fine, those scattered dozens of people are very dangerous.

The ghosts and evil spirits of the night, the demonic beasts in the wild, and even the rumored cannibals are all unpredictable dangers, and if you encounter any one, you will be wiped out. Therefore, the life of the wild tribes in the wilderness is much more difficult than that of ordinary tribes.

After Granma took power, he wantonly accepted the refuge of the wild tribes, and immediately got a lot of foreign population.

After he vigorously preached among them under Chen Ming's order, there were naturally many more believers. Although they are generally not as pious as the people of the original tribe, among the thousands, there are always a few geniuses who are particularly religious in their beliefs and have extraordinarily strong sensing talents.

That Klia is one of them. He was originally the eldest son of a wild patriarch, and after the death of the patriarch, he resolutely brought his people to join the Assyrian tribe, took the lead in worshiping the god of nature, and successfully comprehended the divine arts.

Looking at Klim's back, Chen Ming suddenly thought of Kurumba, who had been transformed into a god descendant for several months after his body bloodline had been transformed. But I don't know what's going on now.

Before I knew it, I came under an altar.

Chen Ming looked around, recalled the scenes along the way, and nodded with some satisfaction: "With such a scene, it seems that Lags and Kules have done a good job." ”

When he came, Chen Ming had already discovered that near the tribe, there was not a single ghost or evil object within a radius of several miles, and all of them were cleaned up. Feeling the increasing merits in their bodies is enough to show their achievements.

His mind moved, and then, the next moment, he came to a wide divine domain.

It seemed to sense his return, and when his divine soul came to the Divine Domain, he saw that the entire Divine Domain suddenly shook, and a force of the Divine Domain blessed Chen Ming.

And with the fluctuation of the Divine Domain, several people in the underworld were awakened.

"Who dares to touch the Divine Domain?" said Rags, standing in a tall house, puzzled.

On the other hand, Kures is much more direct than him.

After sensing the fluctuations in the Divine Domain, he led the Yin soldiers who were originally training and rushed in front of Chen Ming.

After seeing Chen Ming, he breathed a sigh of relief, and knelt down and prayed with Rags, who was rushing to the side: "My God." ”

Seeing this, Chen Ming nodded, and then his soul moved slightly, and suddenly the scene in the divine domain came into mind.

I saw that on the originally wide and barren land, there were ghosts cultivating here, some planting trees, some growing grain, and within the village area, there were several small shops and the like.

In other words, the things grown in the Divine Domain naturally cannot really be used to replenish the power of the soul body, but they can satisfy their appetites. By the way, you can also give the idle ghost a little to do, so that the whole village does not seem too lazy.

In the center of the village, there were dozens of yin spirits, sensing the familiar brilliance shrouded in Chen Ming's body, and they all knelt forward excitedly.

Chen Ming stared at it, but it was a newly deceased believer in the last few months, who had been dragged here by the Divine Domain after his death.

"You're doing a good job. Looking at the scene in front of him, he looked at the two of them and said sincerely.

"These are all great powers from our God. Rags said.

When he said this, there was no wave in his heart, and in his heart, he really thought so.

Compared to Chen Ming's ability to create a divine domain and accommodate thousands of yin souls, all this he did was just a trivial matter.

Seeing this, Chen Ming nodded, not taking it seriously, and then his heart moved, and a divine power shook them, enveloping them.

The divine power enveloped the two bodies, slowly washing and purifying them, making them slowly deform to a new level.

As the souls of the two were washed by the divine power to the point of being like glass, a spiritual pressure came from the two of them, and the surrounding Yin soldiers couldn't help but retreat, but they were forcibly raised to the first level by the divine power.