Chapter 271 God's Talk

In the altar cave, Wang Fan stood in the air for a long time with a meditative look since he learned the news that Molissa and Canyue were taken away. He laughed at himself.

"Since you are going to kill me, what else do I have to worry about? It's just killing!"

As soon as Wang Fan waved his hand, he raised the altar and sent it into the heart of space. Two blood teenagers were still on the ground by him. After that, he didn't look at the two blood teenagers and went straight into the heart of the space.

In the space, Wang Fan Gao stood in the air and looked at the busy believers below, and his heart suddenly felt proud.

"This is my fundamentals!" More than 100 believers, dwarves, elves, winged men, humans, and barbarians. They pray and practice devoutly all the time, and don't know how to get tired and rest. It provides Wang Fan with pure vows all the time.

Wang Fan nodded gently and made up his mind.

He wants to perform a wide range of magic on these believers - the birth of divine grace. This is a magic that consumes a lot of divine power, which can be used to upgrade the ranks of believers with divine power. In the past, Wang Fan did not have this strength. Now after he is promoted to the fourth level, he can attract the wish power in the original stone and return it to the believers.

Wang Fan floated gently next to the original stone, threw the little hair ball lying on it to one side, and then put his hands on it, and the white light suddenly bloomed. Brilliant and dazzling.

"The power of faith, may God be grace, miracles come to the world, and be promoted in an all-round way!" With Wang Fan chanting spells that are not spells, golden energy wires are emitted from the original stone and connected to every believer. These silk threads have strong divine power, and each one is very precious.

After the believers came into contact with this silk thread, a layer of golden light lit up on their bodies. A restless sense of power fills the body. It seems that something broke out of the depths of the body.

In fact, Wang Fan's spell is to attract the potential in their bodies, to carry out an explosion, plus their own divine power, and add two aspects to make them promoted. Moreover, the extent of promotion depends on their strength. If they do not become professionals, they are likely to break through the limit and become professionals in this grace. First-order professionals are likely to be promoted to the second level, and second-order professionals can only be promoted to the second level, and the third level can only be promoted to the first level.

However, this level is enough. Wang Fan will have two or three more fourth-order fighters and magicians.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, Wang Fan came out of the heart of the space. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and looked at the two blood teenagers who were still firmly tied. The appearance of Wang Fan immediately attracted the attention of two teenagers. In their eyes, Wang Fan not only saved their people, but also simply regarded Wang Fan as a fairy, because just now, the powerful demons in their eyes, under the hands of the venerable Lord, could not make a move. This method is beyond their cognitive scope.

Maybe the gods are so powerful. They thought.

Wang Fan suspended in the air, looking down at the two teenagers, extracting the demon's memory about the two of them. Unexpectedly, it was found that these two teenagers were the people of the blood clan tribe they had helped in those years. What a coincidence.

And when Wang Fan was questioning the two teenagers, there were also some changes in the heart of space. More than a hundred believers, with golden light on their bodies, sat cross-legged, as if to stabilize the mana and fighting spirit in their bodies. And not far in front of them, a fat figure stood.

Samp stood in front of the believers with a holy face and said loudly in Chinese: "God said that there should be light, so there was light; God said that there should be a sky and earth, so the sky and earth appeared; God said that there should be life on the earth, so hundreds of millions of sentient beings were born in the world. Believers, who believe in God, will have eternal life.

Samp has a holy expression on his face, wearing a white and soft robe, which looks like a pope.

What he recited was naturally the Holy Book given to him by Wang Fan. He was reading it in Chinese, but his voice seemed to have the magic of indescribableness, so that the believers could understand his words. What he did at this time was what Wang Fan told him to do. Standardize the holy scriptures and deepen the faith.

In the outside world, Wang Fan has taken two blood teenagers to the blood tribe. He will go to the original palace of Andris to find out the traces left by Morissa and others, and he will also go to the blood tribe.

............

At this time, the blood tribe has become a mess.

Bailey stood among the elders, but there was no fear at all. Instead, he sneered and mocked. His appearance made the five elders miserable.

At this moment, a blood soldier staggered outside. Before entering the door, he shouted, "Big Elder, it's not good. There are a lot of demons outside the valley. They have already killed in.

The elders have changed color one after another. And Bailey turned his eyes and looked at the gap. With a fierce flap of his wings, a black gas quickly spread, and he rushed out of the conference hall with a "wish".

The elders had not woken up from the news of the demon attack, so no one stopped him, and Bailey disappeared into the air.

The five elders stamped their feet angrily and scolded angrily, "This beast, I must kill him. Let me give you an explanation." After saying that, the five elders shook their bodies, and a cyan mana lingered around him, and disappeared in the conference hall in an instant, chasing in the direction of Bailey's escape.

The elder stretched out his hand, as if to stop the five elders, and finally sighed and did not speak.

In the valley, thousands of demons came in from the secret channel, and the little demons were mixed with some big demons. They were so fierce that they waved all kinds of weapons and broke into the homes of the blood clan. The blood clans were killed defenselessly. For a moment, there were screams, begging for mercy, moans, chanting, blood splashing, and the sound of head falling to the ground. He wrote about the tragedy of the blood clan.

Except for some blood soldiers who can hold on, other blood people are just ordinary people who have no resistance at all. Under the slaughter of demons, they quickly dyed the valley red.

The original paradise-like place suddenly became a purgatory on earth.

Many blood soldiers fought desperately with the demons regardless of life and death, but their number was too small, and they fell down one after another under the attack of the demons. But even so, none of them stepped back and begged for mercy. As long as there is still a breath, they don't give up taking two parts from the demons.

Tragic, tragic and shocking.

This is an asymmetrical battle, this is a death war without surrender, this is an interracial fight.

Blood stained the ground red, blood sprayed on green grass and leaves, broken limbs, broken arms and dead head, rolling on the mountain road. There are demons, and there are more blood people.

The child's immature howling, the woman's hysterical crying, and the old man's dying struggle.

Pele, who escaped from the conference hall, also saw this scene. Although he had seen the dead before, he was still deeply shocked by such a tragic scene. He watched his familiar neighbors and fellows die one by one, and the death was unbearable. His heart also hurts like a needle.

"Is it that I'm wrong?" Bailey looked at the purgatory-like valley in confusion.