Reborn as a tree

Chapter 159 A Prayer From Dark Sand City
While the two of them, the master and the apprentice, were having a long talk all night, there was a sound of mourning in Ansha City.

Although the space crack in Dark Sand City was disrupted by a thunderstorm, it suppressed the invading little devil, giving Qin Kecha and others a chance to turn the tables.

But there are still many little devils who broke through the defense line of the soldiers in Dark Sand City and entered the residential area.

These little devils known for their chaos and killings set off a bloody rain in the residential area.

When Qin Kecha and others dealt with the little demons near the space crack and came to encircle and suppress them, several streets in Dark Sand City were already stained red with blood.

Standing in the scarlet street, Qin Kecha said with an ugly expression, "Qin Qingyang, immediately lead someone to treat the wounded and appease the citizens."

Qin Qingyang's face was pale at this moment, his stomach felt unwell, and the food in his stomach rushed up one after another.

Although he is already a Ze-level warrior, he has not killed many people.

The scene of hell in Dark Sand City is really unbearable for him.

However, his will is still firm, and he suppressed the discomfort and said: "Yes, I will take people there immediately."

Qin Shou said: "I will go with you, Qingyang may not have enough experience."

Although Qin Shou and Qin Qingyang had some quarrels before, they are all from the Qin family after all.

After experiencing life and death together, that little filth is no longer in their hearts.

They didn't communicate too much, and immediately led people to rescue the wounded.

After a long time, the two returned to the camp with the exhausted soldiers.

After staring blankly at the barbecue on the fire for a while, Qin Qingyang suddenly asked, "These little devils are really low-level fighters in the abyss plane?"

Hearing this question, Qin Shou's face also became a little ugly.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he finally nodded.

Qin Qingyang immediately excitedly said: "But the strong among these low-level fighters are even stronger than uncle!"

Qin Shou did not respond to Qin Qingyang's words, but sighed and said, "Now, you know why the city lord asked the Magicians Association for help."

Qin Qingyang's heart is already in a mess, he doesn't want to make any sense now, he just wants to vent.

He said angrily: "But those magicians are all vampires!
Our Dark Sand City arrests a large number of gifted children for them every year. For this reason, almost all the forces around them hate us, but what do we get in return! "

Qin Shou's mood also fluctuated a little.

He also raised his voice and said: "Those master magicians are indeed vampires, but what can we do!
You have seen the strength of the little demons with your own eyes today. These guys who are known for killing and chaos are far more powerful than those devil bugs.

But let me tell you, the little devil who came today is by no means the strongest.The strong among the little devils can even have forest-level strength.

And their status in the abyss is only a little higher than that of the devil worms, and they are all like cannon fodder.

These little devils are endless in the abyss!
And on top of them, there are big demons, little demon lords, and abyss big lords who rule the first layer of the abyss.

Once the crack in the abyss expands, it will be the end of Dark Sand City.

Even without the appearance of the big devil, when the space rift can stabilize and safely transmit the little devil, the endless little devil will engulf Dark Sand City! "

"But, but..." Qin Qingyang wanted to refute, but he couldn't get out what he said.

After Qin Shou vented, his mood stabilized somewhat.

He patted Qin Qingyang on the shoulder and said: "The crack in the abyss is not the business of my Dark Sand City family.

Once the crack in the abyss expands, the disaster will spread to the entire Shanze world.

Those high-ranking magicians don't want to see this happen.

Now that there is a problem with the space crack they have strengthened, the city lord will definitely negotiate terms with the Magicians Association again. "

After Qin Shou finished speaking, he got up and left the camp without waiting for Qin Qingyang's reply.

Qin Qingyang stared blankly at the fire for a while, then left here silently.

Amidst the agitation of their mood, they didn't pay attention, and several wounded soldiers not far away listened to their words.

After the wounded soldiers looked at each other for a while, their faces were a little gloomy.

They thought that the little devils were the most powerful fighters in the foreign world, but they didn't expect that these little devils who caused them heavy casualties were actually the lowest fighters in the foreign world.

And the number of such fighters is still endless.

This made several wounded soldiers who had personally experienced the strength of the little devil feel cold from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet.

One of the soldiers with a broken arm murmured, "We, there is no hope, there is no hope..."

Just as a feeling of despair spread, a veteran suddenly said, "No, we still have hope!"

His words immediately attracted the attention of the others.

The veteran said firmly: "There is a Shenmu city hundreds of miles away!

In less than a year since the rise of Shenmu City, it was able to defeat Dark Sand City several times, and their wood gods could kill Ze-level warriors with a wave of their hands.

As long as we can find a chance to go to Shenmu City, we will definitely be able to escape this disaster! "

At the beginning, there was still panic on his face, but later on, the expression on his face had become pious.

When he finished speaking, a thick green light appeared around his body.

A moment later, a thread of faith stretched all the way in the direction of Shenmu City.

……

He Jiuzheng and He Tianliang were chatting happily, and a thread of faith hung on his tree core.

Originally, he didn't intend to pay attention to this silk thread, but suddenly he wanted to listen to it.

There was no reason for this thought, and it just appeared in He Jiu's mind.

'What's the situation? '

He Jiu was slightly surprised, but decided to take a look and see who was on the other side of this thread of faith.

After he became a reserve of the gods recognized by heaven, his perception of his followers became clearer.

Although he is only a true believer, he can still hear the prayers of believers.

After he poured his spiritual consciousness into this silk thread of faith, the prayers of the believers on the opposite side were transmitted into He Jiu's spiritual consciousness.

After He Jiu listened for a while, his heart gradually became turbulent.

He subconsciously mobilized the newly condensed power of faith around him.

These powers of faith, under the control of He Jiu, poured into the thread of faith one after another.

With the influx of these powers of faith, the thread of faith changed drastically.

Under He Jiu's control, this thread of faith was temporarily expanded into a channel of faith.

Soon, the figure of the praying soldier appeared in He Jiu's sea of ​​consciousness.

However, He Jiu was still dissatisfied, and a large amount of power of faith poured into the warrior's body in reverse.

Finally, the picture that was emerging in the soldier's mind appeared in He Jiu's sea of ​​consciousness.

These scenes are the scenes of fighting in the dark sand city during the day, and they are also the scenes that this veteran remembers most deeply.

The more He Jiu looked at it, the more astonished he became. After he read all the pictures in the soldier's mind, he couldn't help but feel a turmoil in his heart.

Fortunately, he had some guesses about this situation, so he would not lose his composure at this time.

With a flick of his roots, he threw out a rejuvenation technique containing the essence of life along the temporarily expanded belief channel, and then slowly withdrew his spiritual consciousness.

The veteran who was praying suddenly felt his body warm up, and the injuries on his body seemed to become less painful.

He tore open the sackcloth wrapped around the wound with joy, and saw that the hideous wound was healing rapidly.

He said ecstatically: "Shenmu City really has gods, Lord Mushen must be the gods to save the world!"

The few wounded soldiers beside him did not laugh at the veteran's gaffe, they were all deeply shocked by this scene.

Or thick or thin green light emerged from their bodies one after another.

(End of this chapter)