Chapter 6: Greetings to the Priests

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Yang Han's shattered body was thrown aside, blood flowed everywhere, internal organs gradually flowed out of the wound, and scarlet gas filled the air.

But everyone around them looked as if they hadn't seen anything, and their faces were as usual, except for some young children who hid behind the adults in some fear, not daring to look at the corpses.

It's just that everyone subconsciously stayed away from the position of the corpse, forming a circle.

And the bitter man who did all this did not change his complexion at all, living in this great wilderness, such a scene was nothing, and in the several hunting processes he participated in before, the people around him were not one or two.

The screams and scenes of everyone when they died were no worse than at this time.

Yang Han has now been identified as a "blasphemous", his body is dirty, and after the sacrifice is over, there will be special people to deal with it, and in the end he will only be thrown into the dense forest in the wilderness, and become the food of some lucky beast.

"This vile villain!"

Yang Fengshen stood under the altar, his eyes with his head bowed as if blood was oozing, his face was distorted, and his anger almost burned his mind, but he still had to hide the hatred in his heart.

His strength is superior to that of the entire clan, and killing Kumen is as simple as pinching a chick to death.

But he couldn't do anything.

Because he could feel a faint but majestic aura enveloping the entire clan, he knew that it was the breath of God.

Although the gods never appear in front of the people, in activities such as festivals, there is still a trace of the mind observing the entire clan.

This made him dare not move at all, otherwise.

A little careless.

It is not the bitter door that dies, but him, and there is no place to bury him!

But in his heart, he has already made the bitter door a thorn in his side, and sooner or later, he will pull out this nail fiercely!

......

On the altar, a sneer appeared at the corner of Kumen's mouth.

Yang Han is innocent of death, but he is not wrong about one thing, he is indeed more suitable for this position than Kumen!

He endured it all night.

He suffered so much that he was close to death.

If he didn't kill people again, he was afraid that his parents and young brother would not feel at ease on Huangquan Road!

He doesn't feel at ease either!

It's just an appetizer.

Kumen's cold eyes finally swept a glance at Yang Fengshen again, and said secretly.

Sooner or later, these people will all be damned!

Turning around, Kumen walked towards Dading, followed the ladder that had been erected, took off the white robe and put it aside, his body moved, and with a plop, his whole body entered the holy water.

Multiply......

The holy water had obviously just been boiled, and the temperature was pleasant, and as soon as he entered, he could feel the medicinal power slowly penetrating from his skin into his body.

It was as if there was some docile energy, along his pores, little by little into his body, without the slightest pain, but feeling more comfortable.

But.

For him, it was just a little refreshing, and with the strength of his current body, this so-called holy water couldn't improve anything.

"The holy water is made from herbs picked from the lives of countless people in the clan, if I can absorb some of them, I'm afraid some of the dark diseases in my body will be cured a long time ago. Under the altar, the strength of the clan was only under the patriarch Yang Fengshen, and several captains stood together, Yang Kong looked at the bitter door on the stage with envy and whispered.

In the Great Wilderness, many weak clans have a disorganized cultivation system, and there are often people who have trained themselves before they have gained strong strength, such as Yang Kong, these captains, although their strength is strong, but after years of cultivation and hunting, they have already left behind an unknown number of dark diseases in their bodies.

Together, it was enough for him to die at one point.

"yes, but we don't have that fate. Another two-meter giant captain also said with envy on his face.

"Yang Hao, a priest on this holy water, took six or seven hours to absorb it, and after absorbing it, his strength rose by a hundred catties, I don't know what happened to Lord Kumen. ”

"Needless to say, Yang Hao was just an ordinary disciple at the beginning, and compared to the current Kumen Lord, it was simply a heaven and an earth. ”

"Yang Han's previous strength has obviously reached four hundred catties, but he was still killed by Lord Kumen with one punch, it can be seen from this that Yang Han is not much stronger than Yang Hao!"

"However, I'm afraid it will take an hour to fully absorb it. ”

In the big ding.

The medicinal power was still entering Kumen's body, it may be that the mutated body was different from ordinary people, and he could clearly feel that the speed at which the medicinal power entered his body was much faster than Yang Hao at the beginning.

When Yang Hao was sacrificing, he was also watching from the audience, so he could feel the gap between the two clearly.

And.

In just a few blinks of an eye, the speed of absorbing medicinal power has risen to another level!

In the end, it was no longer as if the medicinal power automatically entered his body, but as if the body was constantly devouring, absorbing the medicinal power, as if all rivers were returning to the same source.

Whew!

The color of the cyan liquid quickly faded, turning into a pale cyan, and after the time of half a pillar of incense, the last trace of the liquid in the holy water was also absorbed by the Kumen, and the last touch of cyan of the holy water also changed to the color of transparent water.

Kumen, who had been closing his eyes and pretending to sleep, suddenly opened his eyes, and a ray of light shone through.

Forthwith.

Kumen's brows wrinkled subconsciously.

"There's hardly any growth, huh?"

In other words, the degree of growth of holy water on his strength is quite weak, maybe it has only increased by less than a catty, which is simply minimal.

Although he had expected this result for a long time, Kumen was still a little disappointed, but when he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel that some of his hearts were not enough to swallow the elephant.

Putting on the brand-new white priest's robes that had been placed aside, Kumen slowly stood on the altar along the ladder.

There was silence.

Several captains and even the team leader Yang Fengshen looked at this scene with strange expressions.

Already absorbed?

It's only less than a stick of incense, but before I have time to think about it, I was suppressed by the voices of thousands of people.

swish

Everyone present, all kneeling on one knee, clasping one arm over their chest, chanted in unison, with fanatical faith in their voices:

"Greetings to the Priestess!"

"Greetings to the Priestess!"

"Greetings to the Priestess!"

Three times in succession, the echo echoed throughout the territory, like the roar of a giant beast, and it was only after a few seconds that it was completely silent.

Kumen was wearing a white robe, holding a wooden staff representing divine power in his hand, his face was neither sad nor joyful, but it seemed to have a compassionate smile, the wooden staff stomped on the ground, and the voice spread throughout the entire clan:

"God has saved our people from the water and fire, and made a grand vow to bless our ancestors for generations, and our ancestors have sworn to serve God for thousands of generations, and now, my priest is bitter, and I am willing to be God's most loyal servant, walking in the world, sprinkling the glory of God, and living forever!"

"God bless our people!"

The eyes of the people kneeling down under the altar burst out with the most fanatical faith, and they shouted:

"God bless my people!"

"God bless my people!"

"God bless my people!"

With a wave of the wooden staff, the bitter door shouted:

"Sacrifice!"

No one noticed that in the deepest part of Kumen's eyes, there was a blood-red glow, the same color as the unknown crystal!

All of what he said had been taught to all by the people of his clan since childhood.

Priest's Notes!