Chapter 721 The arrival of the true god, the temptation of divine magic and resurrection
The true gods changed the rules of this planet and established the martial soul system.
From this point of view, to a certain extent, there seems to be nothing wrong with saying that martial arts are a gift from God.
In the forest, as spectators, Dashan and other tribal warriors were very proud of the young men of their tribe.
This awakening went surprisingly smoothly.
Except for one person who has died in the battle, most of the remaining twenty or so teenagers have awakened martial spirits, and four of them have soul power in their bodies.
This is a great event for this tribe.
In previous trials, it was a great joy for one person among more than twenty people to awaken his soul power, but more often than not, no one would awaken.
Now four of them appeared at once. How could this not make Dashan and the others happy?
This is the future of the tribe.
The more warriors with soul power are born, the stronger their tribes will become to avoid being invaded by ferocious beasts.
However, just when Dashan and the others were happy, the Netherworld Ghost Leopard, who had cultivated for 60,000 years, could no longer bear it any longer.
As long as it can swallow the soul saint Dashan, its cultivation level can reach 70,000 years and become the overlord of this forest.
As the black shadow flashed, the Nether Ghost Leopard turned into a jet of black lightning and rushed straight into the direction of the mountain and the few people.
At the same time, dozens of Netherworld Ghost Leopard's descendants with ten years and one hundred years of cultivation also rushed out.
Led by one ten-thousand-year-old ghost leopard and four thousand-year-old ghost leopards, they headed straight for the aboriginal teenagers who had just awakened their martial spirits and were still in a state of excitement.
"No! Gather to meet the enemy!"
Seeing the group of ghost leopards appear, the mountain couldn't help but change its color.
Facing this kind of spirit beast that was known for its speed, they had no chance of escaping.
If you turn around and run away, you will die faster.
As the seventh ring of ten thousand years was lit up, Dashan's body instantly expanded and turned into a giant bear that was seven or eight meters tall.
The appearance of his martial soul's true form is rather strange, with its claws incredibly long and unlike any ordinary bear species.
More than twenty kilometers away, Qian Chaoguang, who had been observing the battlefield with his spiritual consciousness, immediately recognized him.
This mountain is truly blessed by nature, and the awakened martial spirit is actually a weakened version of the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear - the Dreadclaw Bear.
Even if it is a weakened version, it is absolutely the top level martial spirit.
No wonder he was able to cultivate to the Soul Saint level with such a poor soul ring configuration.
If this person is carefully cultivated in Shrek Academy or Noumenon Sect at the beginning of his awakening, he will definitely be the seedling of a Super Douluo in the future.
"Roar!"
With an angry roar, Dashan, who had already displayed his martial spirit true form, faced the ten-thousand-year-old ghost leopard alone.
Light flashed above the two soul rings, and the powerful dark golden claw blades tore through the air and clawed at the opponent with a sharp explosion.
But the Nether Ghost Leopard's speed was so fast that it was almost a black shadow.
Dashan's powerful and heavy blow failed to hit the target at all, and was easily twisted by the opponent and dodged directly.
"boom!"
A muffled sound exploded on Dashan's arms that barely crossed his arms in defense.
The golden hair was scattered in all directions, and there was faint blood snaking down from the hair.
A soul beast that has been cultivated for nearly 70,000 years, this may not be a big deal to a Dreadclaw Bear soul master with the best soul ring ratio, and it can even be easily won.
But for Dashan, whose soul ring ratio is extremely poor and does not have a systematic skill set, this is a deadly opponent.
The gap in hard power made him extremely desperate.
It obviously has super high attack power, but it can't hit the opponent.
With its powerful speed, the Netherworld Ghost Leopard had the mountain in its palm, forcing him to passively take the beating and rely on its rough skin and thick flesh to barely defend itself.
Dashan launched an attack frantically, lighting up a large number of soul rings on his body, trying his best to break the situation and go to rescue the people of his tribe.
Those are their relatives, their companions, and the future of the tribe.
But under the obstruction of this thousand-year-old ghost leopard, he had no ability to fight back.
Dashan could only watch as one living life after another was penetrated by the sharp teeth and blades of the Netherworld Ghost Leopard, and fell helplessly in a pool of blood before his eyes.
"No!"
Dashan roared in pain, and his eyes had completely turned blood red.
"O God! The mountain begs you to save my people! If you are willing to save them, I am willing to give my life and soul!"
"Oh? Really? Are you willing to use your soul and life in exchange?"
Just when Dashan was in despair, a somewhat ethereal voice appeared in his ears.
This was not anyone he was familiar with, nor was it a normal voice. It seemed to be acting directly on his spiritual sea.
Is this God’s response!?
Has God responded to me?
Is this really the voice of God?
Isn’t it true that only the high priest can hear the revelations and oracles of Shenmo Lake?
How......
Although Dashan had some doubts in his heart at this time, he could no longer care about these, or even the ghostly ghost leopard that was attacking him again.
He immediately knelt on the spot, his head touching the ground, and shouted sternly: "I am willing, I am willing to do anything! No matter which god you are, please save my people!"
No matter it's gods, devils, or anyone else, please save my people!
Dashan thought so.
The next moment, a green sword light descended.
The Netherworld Ghost Leopard, which had been cultivated for nearly 70,000 years, didn't even have a chance to dodge. It was instantly killed with a knife and turned into a dark and thick soul ring.
Dashan couldn't help but look up. Floating in front of him was a tall figure exuding a sacred aura and a bright aura.
This figure wore a dark green armor and held a long-handled sword with a green dragon coiled around it.
The cyan wings flapping behind his back, a heart-warming power is continuously released, converging into a ring of holy light in the air.
Who is it if it’s not A Fan?
Among the entire team, apart from the Holy Ancestor and Qian Chaoguang, he is the only one with the fastest speed.
Therefore, he was sent first.
The rest returned directly to the demiplane, preparing for an explosive appearance.
A Fan's eyes were indifferent and his tone was sharp: "You're just a beast, why should you be afraid?"
After saying that, the Qinglong Yanyue Sword hit the ground hard, and the power of the holy light mixed with the wind element suddenly surged.
A series of holy light wind blades shot out from the blade of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, and a scarlet storm blew up on the battlefield in an instant.
The ghost leopards had no time to dodge, and their heads were cut off by the holy light blade, and their entire bodies were burned into nothingness inch by inch by the holy flames.
In just one second from the time A Fan appeared on the scene, all these ghost ghost leopards, which were enough to bring disaster to the natives, were all dead.
Although A Fan, who is at the peak of the high level, does not have Long Yi's terrifying combat power that directly rises to the god level, he is still firmly at the peak of Ultimate Douluo.
What is the concept of Ultimate Douluo Peak?
Then I can only use two words to describe it - Ditian.
Let alone New Continent No. 1, he can be called invincible even on Douluo Continent.
If it weren't for the better and more shocking visual effects, Afan wouldn't need to attack physically at all. He could just sweep around with his soul and crush all these ghost leopards to death.
After learning that Afan had condensed the heart of the soul, Yinlix was still sighing, but unfortunately his Tower of Eternity and the Twelve Holy Guards were no longer there.
Otherwise, this will be a huge help.
Those twelve people are stronger than each other. After practicing the soul system, they will definitely be stronger than before.
Especially the two top skeleton mages working as security guards on the penultimate floor.
After sleeping for 6,500 years, Long Yi can guess how rich their efforts have been.
The strong human beings in the Holy Demon Continent in ancient times were well-deserved invincible at the same level. All other races would kneel down and sing the praises of conquest.
It's a pity that there is no such thing.
With the Twelve Holy Guards and the Tower of Eternity here, why would Qian Chaoguang put in so much effort and even go around the gates of hell?
Just clear the Tower of Eternity once alone and you will be able to practice to the god level at the speed of light, and then you can start a war with the gods if you work harder.
If there really was this top-level super artifact that combined attack, defense, suppression, cave, inheritance, and cultivation, there would probably be a chance that the grass on Tang San's grave would be two feet high by now.
In the forest, Afan was surrounded by sacred light and stood there holding a knife.
He just looked at the mess in front of him quietly, the blue soul fire in his eyes beating, vaguely exuding powerful pressure.
The small half of the surviving natives were stunned for a few seconds, and then they all fell to the ground, muttering words of gratitude to the gods for their salvation.
With two wings on his back and his whole body shrouded in the power of light, he makes people want to worship him at the first glance.
For the people living on this continent, this is the characteristic of the gods passed down orally among the tribes.
In the simple understanding of these indigenous people, gods must have wings, have a warm light on their bodies, and possess incredible power.
Although the strong wind element power in A Fan's body puzzled several indigenous people who had awakened their martial souls, it did not prevent them from thinking that A Fan was a god descending to earth.
This is basically not much different from the image of the gods worshiped by their tribe.
What is it if it’s not a god?
"Lord God, thank you for saving my people. I will sacrifice my soul and life now."
After seeing that this god really eliminated these ghost leopards and saved his own people, Dashan immediately lowered his posture and his eyes became extremely pious.
Now he firmly believes that the person in front of him must be the legendary god, the god worshiped by the tribe day and night.
At the same time, with a look of fanaticism in his eyes, he pulled out a dagger polished from animal bones from his waist and stabbed it towards his heart.
"Snapped."
"I don't need your soul and life, it's useless to the true God."
As soon as Afan thought, a small ball of wind element immediately bounced the dagger in his hand, and the dagger in his hand sank into the tree trunk behind.
"I'm not a god, and I don't have that qualification yet. I'm just a true messenger of God and one of the most devout believers."
As he said this, he murmured a prayer and waved his hand to release a circle of holy light.
This is a relatively common healing magic - group recovery.
The power of the group recovery technique was scattered on the surviving indigenous people. The powerful force immediately reconnected the broken bones and the cracked wounds healed quickly.
Even an indigenous boy with a hideous wound on his abdomen and his intestines flowing all over the floor miraculously recovered, and his body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A group of indigenous people looked at A Fan with increasingly fanatical eyes, but they did not dare to speak out and worship God again, they just kowtowed and thanked him.
Dashan's eyes were equally fanatical, but there was a trace of fear: "God... Lord God Envoy, Lord God doesn't care about my soul and life, but I'm not brave and pious enough?"
A Fan looked at him strangely: "What do I want with your soul and life? Only evil gods need to sacrifice their souls and lives. My Lord only needs the believers to give their pious faith."
"Just now, your piety touched my Lord who is traveling, so even if you don't believe in Him, He sent me down to earth to save your lives. My Lord is in charge of the power of light and immortality, and also controls life and soul.
authority.”
"For our Lord, the thing that makes him most happy and gratified is that his believers can live healthy and happy lives. How can he deprive you of your lives and souls?"
Hearing what he said, the dozen or so surviving indigenous people immediately looked at each other, and many reacted greatly.
Especially Dashan and several older natives, the enthusiasm on their faces immediately dissipated, revealing expressions of horror and fear.
In their oral tribal beliefs, warriors who are brave enough and pious enough will be inspired by God at a certain point in time.
That is: dying in a fight with a spirit beast.
After this, the souls of the dead warriors will go to the kingdom of gods and enjoy eternal bliss.
Therefore, dying in a fight with a soul beast is not something worth fearing for them, but is instead a supreme honor.
It's a bit similar to the Nordic pantheon in the Blue Star mythology. After a warrior dies in battle, he can enter the Hall of Valor to drink wine, open the impart and so on.
However, when Afan, the envoy of God, told these natives personally that the true God did not need souls, but needed them to live well.
Suddenly, the faith in the hearts of these indigenous people suddenly collapsed, and they all cried out in despair.
According to the description of the "god envoy", isn't this the evil god that their clan worships day and night?
How can they accept this?
Looking at their frightened and desperate expressions, Afan's tense and indifferent face concealed a restless heart.
It's so simple. The hearts of these aboriginal fellow villagers are so simple.
Believe whatever you say, it is simply fertile ground for spreading faith.
If someone with a slightly higher level of civilization were to identify their belief in an evil god like this, it would be strange if the other party was not in a hurry.
How can it be like now, without even saying the words they prepared before, they collapsed first.
In the end, Dashan, who was the leader of the team, was the first to react.
He fell to the ground again and kowtowed devoutly: "I beg the divine envoy to forgive me. Our tribe has been bewitched by the evil god. Now with your grace, we have found the right path. Can you please ask the divine envoy to pass down the name of the god? We would like to give it a try."
The entire tribe makes offerings to the god."
Although compared to those soul saints on Douluo Continent, Dashan doesn't know much, and his views and understanding of many things are still in the primitive stage of ignorance.
But he's not stupid.
To be able to cultivate to this point without a perfect cultivation system is something that a fool with outstanding talent cannot do.
On one side is a god that his tribe has worshiped for many years, but has never really helped him.
On the one hand, there is a god that he does not believe in, but he was grateful for his sincerity when passing by and sent people down to save them.
Dashan decisively chose the latter.
The kind of power that can soothe people's hearts, and can even kill the dead, flesh and bones, is enough to make Dashan give all his piety.
If it hadn't been for the gods descending to earth, I and the others would all have died here today.
Except for the ten warriors who came out together today, the rest are the future of the tribe!
If all were lost here, the entire tribe would be wiped out!
With Dashan taking the lead, the remaining surviving indigenous people no longer feared, but followed Dashan and knelt down together, wanting to worship the true god.
"If you have a pious heart, you will naturally know my Lord's name." A Fan nodded with satisfaction.
He took out a small wood carving from the storage soul guide and handed it to Dashan.
This is just an ordinary little statue, the kind that the Eternal God Church distributes to its believers for free.
There is nothing particularly magical about it except that it has been blessed with the Purifying Light Technique, which ensures that its surface will always be spotless.
"My Lord's name is - the God of Light and Immortality. As long as you pray sincerely, you will be able to gain my Lord's attention." A Fan said, "I will teach you a prayer - May the God of Light and Immortality exist forever and always be there.
Protect my body."
Dashan very cautiously took the palm-sized statue in his hands and raised it high above his head.
He didn't understand the meaning of many of the words A Fan said, but he was very obedient and immediately called on the rest of the tribe to join him in pious chanting.
"May the God of Light and Immortality exist forever and bless me!"
"May the God of Light and Immortality exist forever and bless me!"
"May the God of light and immortality exist forever and bless me!"
The next moment, Dashan felt that the statue held high in his hand was glowing and hot, as if he was holding a torch.
He subconsciously raised his head and looked in the direction of the statue.
Suddenly, he felt that he saw a majestic god looking at him.
The other party's face is extremely young and handsome, with a sense of indifference of sanctity and inviolability, giving people a very reassuring feeling.
Just when Dashan was shocked.
He suddenly had an illusion.
This god named the God of Light and Immortality smiled slightly at him.
At this moment, Dashan felt as if his soul had been washed. His whole body became much clearer, and he even had some strange knowledge in his mind.
Dashan subconsciously acted according to the new knowledge in his mind, which seemed to be a way of operating unknown power.
"Buzz!"
With a slight sound, Dashan looked at his hands in surprise.
A circle of warm power of holy light was being released through his palm, constantly consuming every trace of his soul power.
"This! This! This! This!"
At this moment, Dashan was so excited that he was speechless.
The other natives also looked straight at him for a moment and cast incredulous looks at him.
Isn't this the power of the legendary gods?
It's exactly the same as the one that the divine envoy in front of you just released!
Afan casually put away the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "This is the Holy Light. You have just successfully released an apprentice-level magic - Illumination. It can dispel the cold in the dark night and is effective against evil forces.
A faint hint of restraint.”
"Congratulations. It seems that you are very devout in my Lord's belief, and your magical talent is also relatively good with the light element. Otherwise, you will not be able to master the power of divine magic without systematic learning."
"Divine magic? Dare I ask, Lord Divine Envoy, what is divine magic?" Dashan asked cautiously.
"You don't have to be so formal. We are all believers of our Lord. We are a family." A Fan sat down and looked at them levelly. "Magical magic, as the name suggests, is a magic given to believers by God. In essence, it is borrowing from God."
The power of authority.”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The magic given by God to believers!" the indigenous people immediately exclaimed.
A Fan nodded: "Yes, as long as you put in your devout faith, God will give you strength in return. The stronger your faith, the greater the power of divine magic that can be released. If you practice to a high level, even if you are resurrected,
Therefore, it is not difficult for people. How about it, is my lord very fair?"
"This is simply amazing!"
"Uncle Dashan, you will become even more powerful in the future! Thank you to the God of Light and Immortality!"
"Will Uncle Dashan be able to defeat Grandpa the Leader after receiving the power given by God?"
"It shouldn't be possible, right? The leader's grandpa has absorbed the souls of nine ferocious beasts, and he is also Uncle Dashan's father."
"With the magic given by the God of Light and Immortality, do we no longer have to risk absorbing the souls of ferocious beasts in the future?"
"Yes, if we can use this kind of magic, we won't need to risk our lives to obtain...obtain..."
At this point, Dashan suddenly realized something, and his eyes looking at A Fan were filled with strong excitement and a hint of hope.
"Master God Envoy, you just said...you just said...that you can resurrect the dead. Is this...is this true?"
A Fan smiled and nodded: "Of course it is true. My Lord controls the three powers of immortality, life, and soul. It is easy to do this. But I can't do it because I am not very proficient in divine arts."
"But I teach the Pope, who is also the God of Hope, one of my lord's followers. He can do this by using my lord's power to perform miraculous magic."
"It's just that there are requirements for resurrection. First of all, the body of the deceased must remain generally intact. For example, the one over there whose upper body has been torn into pieces is not acceptable. After the soul is combined with the body, he still has to die."
[Don’t worry about the plot of the New World being too long. It’s a very short plot. After a while, you’ll start to hang up and upgrade]