Belief In The Kingdom of God

At noon, Lieyang hangs high in the sky, shining all things in the world.

On the ground, with the sun, a trace of bright red blood quietly dripped on the ground, and there were countless corpses in between.

In the midst of cheering, Bam looked around in a daze.

Around him, there are his brothers, comrades-in-arms, and clansmen. At this time, they looked at Bam crazily with respect, proud of him.

"I succeeded." Thinking about everything that happened today, he couldn't help but be in a daze, as if in a dream. But then, he expelled this feeling again, feeling the constant power coming from the depths of his body, he couldn't help but pray for it, and was impressed by it.

On the side, in a corner invisible to mortals, Chen Ming only felt a warmth spreading, and a strong power of faith came continuously, which was transformed into divine power by the godhead.

He looked at Bam, and saw a line of faith as thick as a snake stand up above the other's head.

A series of fierce emotions such as the worship and fear of the people around him continued to shroud him, but they were continuously transmitted to Chen Ming through the line of faith.

"It has reached the level of a devout believer!" Chen Ming sighed quietly, but was not too happy.

Belief in this power is too much influenced by the believer. Even before the sacred fire is actually ignited, to a certain extent, believers can even affect the life and death of the gods. This is very dangerous.

Moreover, the faith that is gained only by Shili is actually not very stable. Just like just now, if Chen Ming didn't respond to Bam's wishes and didn't choose to treat his people, what would be the result?

Presumably, his beliefs must not be as stable as they are now, and he may even blame him for this, and thus hate him.

It can be seen from this that short-sighted believers determine the strength of life and death of eternal gods, which in itself is a drawback.

"However, it may not always be the case." Chen Ming thought.

If the seeds of faith are cultivated from an early age, the whole clan believes in it, and passed on from generation to generation. In the end, faith will naturally be closely connected with the luck of a race, and it is difficult to separate it. However, it is too difficult to achieve this level.

"We still have to collect faith as soon as possible and light the sacred fire." He sighed, suddenly feeling a sense of crisis.

Now, he has only initially condensed the position of God by virtue of the Godhead, and has only just started above the path of the gods. At this time, if someone kills all his followers, the backlash that follows in the dark is enough to destroy his soul and soul. When turning over.

The way of the gods, once forward, unless it is truly accomplished, there is no way to turn back.

He thought about this faintly in his heart, and looked into the distance in his eyes.

In the distance, a dark shadow got closer.

At this time, Bam also discovered the original oncoming black-clothed sacrifices and others.

At the same time when they saw the black-clothed sacrifice, everyone's complexion changed drastically, and there was a bit of fear in their eyes subconsciously. Then he looked at Bam, who was still standing in front of him, and felt relieved.

It has to be said that Bamun's almost invincible power just gave them a lot of confidence. In their view, Bam may have communicated with some ancient and powerful beings and even the ancestors of their tribe. Only some old-faced old people looked worried. As old people who have lived in this desert for a long time, they know the ferocity of the totem, regardless of the invincibility and majesty of Bam, but how much the price will be given afterwards is uncertain.

While seeing the other party, the pupils in Bam's eyes shrank, and he was a little frightened instinctively, but then, the powerful force that came continuously from his body and the previous magical skills gave him confidence. So he stood there, took a deep breath, and walked up to him.

On the opposite side, the black priest looked at Bam who came up on his face, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Are you the leader of this tribe?"

"Not bad," Bam said in a deep voice.

Seeing this, the black priest smiled coldly: "Since you are the leader here, I must know who I am. Why don't you hurry up and catch it?"

Hearing him say this, Bam on the opposite side only felt an unknown fire in his heart, and said coldly: "If you want me to catch it? Don't think about it!"

Suddenly, the priest was shocked, and an eyeball-shaped object in his hand was pinched by him, and a black air suddenly enveloped him.

He carefully looked at Balu on the opposite side, and stared at him closely with the unique induction he got after being possessed by Black Qi.

"It's not a totem." After feeling for a while, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said silently in his heart. Then, he only felt that anger was rising in his heart, and he was actually bluffed by the other party, wasting a precious sacrifice from the ancestor spirit.

"You **** shit." He yelled at Bam who was opposite, and then took a pitch-black staff from his arms. While the opposite Bam hadn't reacted yet, pointed towards Bam.

A black air shot at Bam at a very fast speed, carrying a gloomy cold, and above it, there seemed to be faces of old people and children, hideous and weird.

"Bam!" behind them, a group of people looked at Bam who hadn't reacted, and shouted, hoping that he could avoid him.

On the side, Chen Ming, who originally wanted to intervene, put away his hand with a look of surprise, looked at the black air a little strangely, and watched it over and over again.

Not too strong, but too weak.

Perhaps the black air in the eyes of Bam and other mortals on the side is very strange, and even with terrifying power such as cursing ghosts. However, in Chen Ming's view, it was nothing more than masses of strong resentment, there were still some soul body residues that had been eaten clean, with a breath of death and some rotten essence, nothing mysterious.

For ordinary people, there are some natural spirits, ghosts, etc. It is natural to shoot a precise one, and half of your body will be corroded in minutes, but for Bam who has a divine protection body at this moment, it can only hehe.

So, without Chen Ming's interference. The group of black, in the shock and fear of Bam, among the nervous eyes of the surrounding people, suddenly bombarded Bam.

The black air blasted Bam's body directly, and at the same time a series of unwilling souls appeared, entwining his body, and the scene was horrible for a while.

On the opposite side, the black priest smiled triumphantly. In the past, no matter how brave a warrior was, after being hit by him, he would fall into black energy, his flesh and blood would be corroded away, leaving only a white bone. It's terrifying.

On the other side, Bam looked at him in amazement as he was enveloped in a cloud of black gas, and his body was crawling on his hideous faces, as if he was about to claim his life. However, while he was in fear, a divine power surged out of his body, and then a breath of fresh air enveloped it, gradually dissolving the black energy.

As a result, Bam broke free from the sight of everyone, unscathed.

The black priest on the opposite side was stunned, and said in a little astonishment: "This is impossible!"

Afterwards, the mage in his hand waved vigorously, and this time, a black gas that was several times larger than the previous one shot out, with a strong resentment. At the same time, after shooting out this black energy, the originally pitch-black staff suddenly became much lighter, apparently exhausting its power.

However, what disappointed him was that Bam appeared unscathed again in the turmoil, and the light formed by the divine power shrouded in his body had not faded yet. Standing quietly on the ground like this, looking coldly at the black-clothed sacrifice on the opposite side, there was no fear in his heart.

"This is impossible!" said the priest in black in disbelief, and touched his arms with the withered yellow hands like old branches, as if he wanted to do something.

However, Bam on the opposite side had already reflected it, and rushed in front of him in a direct sprint, fast enough to make everyone around him dumbfounded.

He came closer, looked at the black priest in front of him coldly, with some coldness in his eyes, and slammed a punch to his head: "Go to hell."

Suddenly, under the blessing of divine power, the whole person in the black clothing sacrifice was beaten out, and the whole head was blown out like a watermelon, and he couldn't die anymore.

"Go!"

Opposite, Barek and the others were shocked, looking at the Bam standing in the distance like a **** of war, wherever he dared to come forward, they hurried out with someone.

In the distance, Bam looked at the escaping Balek and others, hesitated in his heart, did not choose to catch up, let them escape.

"Bam! Bam! Bam!"

Around, his clansmen looked at their leader, with a strong admiration on their faces, calling his name frantically.