I became the god of light.

Chapter 128 Chapter 120 Seven Granted Divine Magic
The beast was startled, feeling the crisis, it gave up its deadly attack, and subconsciously jumped backwards to avoid it.

After jumping to avoid the blow, it moved swiftly and jumped up again, but this time it rushed towards the leader, its sharp claws gleaming coldly in the sun.

"Boss!" The others exclaimed.

The leader was also a little terrified. According to the previous situation, he would definitely not be able to dodge this blow, and he might be seriously injured!
After all, no matter how fast the speed and reaction of ordinary people are, how can they be faster than this wild beast.

In an instant, the bloody mouth and sharp claws were about to hit him.

Sensing the crisis, the leader subconsciously activated the power of light that was not too strong or weak because he had absorbed the crystallization of faith.

A burst of light bloomed on him in an instant!
As soon as the beast's claws came into contact with the white light, it was as if they had caught a cowhide, making it difficult to move forward.

The figure of the leader and the ferocious beast staggered past.

"hiss……"

Looking at the few bloodstains on his chest, the leader was a little surprised and pleasantly surprised.

"It's just scratched a little?" He thought without any danger.

After thinking about it, he looked at the beast that was sweeping him with some doubts and vigilance, and suddenly his murderous intent soared, and he rushed up with a stone spear!
After knowing that he was protected by white light, he also became bold. As long as the power of light is quickly exhausted, then he has nothing to be afraid of.

The scene of the mighty leader made the other onlookers stunned for a while, and they were filled with envy when they saw the white light on his body.

"Is this the power bestowed by God? It's so powerful!"

The leader and the ferocity fought together, and the roars of beasts and humans kept ringing out.

With a muffled grunt, he endured the pain of the sharp claws scratching his body, white light attached to the stone spear, and before the beast had time to retreat, the stone spear immediately pierced towards its fragile belly!
"Ah!" The leader roared angrily, and the stone spear was inserted straight in, and blood spurted out instantly.

"Roar!"

The ferocious beast screamed and wanted to struggle to escape, but it was a pity that it was firmly pressed down by the leader, and its stomach was completely pierced by the stone spear with white light.

The roar of the beast went from violent struggle to weakness, the leader's arms were bulging with veins, he was panting desperately, and the power of light in his body was almost exhausted.

After a while, the beast's struggle stopped.

The other four came over with lingering fear, looked at the leader covered in blood, and asked worriedly, "Are you alright, leader?"

The leader endured his weak body and panted, "It's all minor injuries, go and see the wind!"

The four of them walked to Feng's side and found that he was lying on the ground unable to move, his upper body was still covered in blood, and his consciousness was a little groggy.

Just looking at the deep bone wounds, they couldn't help but gasped.

Just looking at it, they all felt a little pain in their backs, not to mention the wind they felt personally.

"Can you still get up?" Fang Fang squatted down and asked carefully.

"I..." Feng wanted to say something, but the blood that kept gushing out made his consciousness blurred, making him unable to speak a complete sentence.

Fang Fang frowned and said, "Let's take him to the priest quickly, otherwise his life will be in danger!"

Those deep and bony wounds are really shocking, and they will die if they are not treated!
The leader also came over at this time, "Carry him carefully, let the fangs carry him!"

The others responded, and quickly squatted down to carefully lift Feng, and then put it on Fang's back.

Seeing that they had packed up properly, the leader hurriedly turned around and picked up the dead beast.

A group of six quickly ran towards the tribe.

Twenty minutes later, several people came to the outskirts of the tribe panting.

The patrolling clansmen immediately saw them, and as soon as they saw their blood dripping, some immediately turned around and ran to find the healing things that the priest had prepared in advance.

The leader and others took the wind and came to the open space in the center of the tribe surrounded by other human tribesmen.

In the divine stone space, Su Yun was staring at the newly emerged characters, and was lost in thought, when he was suddenly awakened by them.

"There are people injured?"

The morning sun shone down, and the air was still damp and cold.

Feng was lying on the ground, and the old priest hurried over with medicinal herbs and medicines bestowed by the gods.

"Get out, get out!"

He walked to Feng's side, looking at the wound with a little fear.

The old priest looked at Feng's face and found that he had lost consciousness, and his whole face was pale.

Take out the few god-given medicines left after these days.

After carefully treating the wound and applying various medicines, the wind breath became weaker, and the old priest looked a little worried.

Looking up at the worried expressions of the others, he sighed and said, "The next thing is to rely on him, if he can survive, he can survive, if he can't, then..."

"May God bless him, alas..."

He didn't finish his words, but the people around him knew what he wanted to say, those deep wounds were still bleeding!
For a while, everyone was a little worried.

If Feng wants to survive, it depends on his luck, and even seeing him in a coma and dying, they know that there is a lot of bad luck.

"Why don't we go and ask God?" Someone whispered weakly.

As soon as he exited, the scene fell silent instantly.

They all recalled the scene where Mao and the others were healed instantly after being given a miracle by God. If Feng can get the grace of God, it must be cured!
Hearing this, the old priest immediately frowned and scolded, "Shut up!"

"God has always been merciful to us and took the initiative to grant miracles. How can we ask God to send miracles as soon as something happens?"

The old priest knew that this matter must not be started, if something happened, he would ask God, would it be possible to ask God for help again and again?
The others became even more silent when they heard the words, and even the person who said that sentence before bowed their heads in shame.

They know how honorable the status of a god is, which mortals like them can ask for at will.

Su Yun, who was observing secretly, shook his head upon hearing this, and began to think about how to deal with this matter.

In-person treatment is ruled out first.

Possessed old priest treatment?
Thinking of this, he frowned instead. If it was okay once, he would do it every time, not to mention whether he would get bored, and the clansmen would feel dependent, which is not advisable...

"By the way, divine art!"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Su Yun's mind, but he thought of the magical skills performed by those god warriors of the Ice Tribe.

Obviously, those moves were bestowed by the God of Ice. Since he can do this kind of thing, it means that he can also bestow divine skills.

"Try it!"

Consciousness came to the space of the godhead, looking at the healing characters orbiting the godhead.

With just a little thought, he was ready to act according to his ideal, although he was not sure if he would succeed.

Put part of the consciousness on the healing character, and the other part on the old priest's faith thread, and silently say, "Bestow!"

In an instant, just when he had this idea, the healing characters that were originally orbiting the godhead paused slightly, and in a blink of an eye a phantom separated from the characters.

The character was transparent, without any other color, and it flew towards the old priest's faith thread in an instant, and then disappeared.

"Very good... this is very idealistic!"

Su Yun twitched the corner of his mouth, no need to think that the phantom character must have gone to the old priest.

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The old priest shook his head, and when he was about to say something comforting, he froze.

Because he felt that there seemed to be something extra in his body.

Under the internal inspection that he had figured out recently, he clearly saw an illusory pattern appearing in his body.

Just when he was wondering, he felt as if he had returned to the embrace of light, and a holy voice sounded.

After listening to the words in his ear religiously, he was shocked.

"Healing magic?!"

(End of this chapter)