Chapter 3: 3
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A few months later, after the sacrifice, Chen Ming took the initiative to return to his body and sleep because of the change of his divine personality.
However, although the will has fallen asleep, the divine grid in the depths of the divine soul has not stopped working.
After breaking through the first seal, the divine personality can play its extraordinary power as one of the core parts of the gods. Not like the past, it can only be used passively.
Among the newly opened abilities, divine gift is one of them.
In the past, if Chen Ming wanted to give others divine skills, he not only consumed a lot, but also needed to take the initiative to give them.
After the divine personality is unsealed, the divine personality will give the believers divine skills according to the degree of piety of the believers. Of course, the specific degree needs to be adjusted by Chen Ming himself.
At the moment, Chen Ming is a little helpless.
At the moment, he observed carefully and found that he had few divine powers.
A mild cure can heal minor wounds. A mild deterrent, given a certain deterrent, has a slight effect on those with firm consciousness. A cure can cure most diseases. A purification can purify a certain range of evil. It looks like a lot, but it's the power's own.
Divine power is the highest energy, which itself carries all kinds of intentions. Based on this, it can form some divine arts.
After sleeping for several months, growing from a seed to a sapling, and then growing for thousands of years to become what it is now, through the interaction of divine personality, divine name and world source forces. It made him feel a lot of magic.
Thinking of this, he has some insight.
Divination itself belongs to one of the highest levels of power. Unlike those spells that rely only on energy, divination itself is born out of the laws of the world and is a shared manifestation of the gods' understanding of the essence of the world,
Therefore, in the past, although he had divine personality, because he did not belong to his own accumulation, all he could have was to simply use divine power to form some simple magic. But after this deep sleep, it was different. After digesting his memory, he began to have his own understanding of the world. It may not be deep, but it was enough for him to develop many magic tricks.
Thinking of this, he smiled. Perhaps it was because the noumenon was a tree. Most of the divine arts he developed were natural systems.
But they all have great uses.
The magic of enhancing fertility, plant communication and giving birth to plants, not to mention its combat effectiveness, its importance is self-evident only in agricultural production. If a tribe wants to rapidly increase its population, it can't just rely on hunting. Farming is a long-term plan. With these magic skills, farming and production will be much more convenient, and the production of land will become more and more.
Other protective magic arts such as wood armor and wood shield are also very effective in practical combat. Especially for those who don't even have armor.
However, thinking of this, ADIS couldn't help laughing. It seems that it is because the tree can't move most of the time. There are few achievements in the development of attack divinity.
But he doesn't care about these anymore. Not now, but naturally in the future. As a God, he has this patience.
At the moment, the outside world has just begun its influence because of the emergence of divination.
Although magic is powerful, few people can have it at present. This is because the acquisition of divination itself requires not only the piety of faith. It also needs the user's fit with divination and special induction, as well as the believer's own strong will.
Induction is actually related to whether the faith is pious or not. The more pious the believer is, the more obvious the induction is. Just like now, at least half of the people in the tribe can feel clearly, but because of their own will and emotion. So at present, few people can obtain divine arts.
However, the storm caused by the emergence of magic has begun.
"Lord grama, come and have a look. Someone is hurt here."
On a platform, a cabin was built at this time.
The wooden house is flat, each piece of wood is cut and dried, and the house is also filled with a natural fragrance.
Outside the house, on a plain, there are rows of flowers and all kinds of plants.
Some plants have conflicting florescence, and even can't bloom at all in this season. But here, it seems to violate its natural biological laws, and open in this narrow space at the same time.
On the platform, an old man looked at the flower and gently touched a red flower in his hand. The slight emotion from it touched him and showed kindness.
He didn't look back until he heard the cry in the distance. Looking back, several strong men were carrying a burly soldier in.
The soldier had a firm face, a burly figure, and his muscles were cast like fine iron. He was not as thin as other aborigines. On the contrary, he was filled with a strong smell of iron and blood.
Such a soldier should have stood proudly in front of others with his head held high and enjoyed the glances of others, but at this time, he was lying quietly on the stretcher with a big hole in his chest and blood everywhere. He himself is also biting his teeth. With a strong willpower, he has survived until now.
Seeing this, grama was surprised: "kuruba, how did you get hurt like this?"
At the same time, he strode forward, raised a light on one hand and gently brushed his wound.
The white light collided with the wound and gradually stopped the blood in the wound. At this time, a trace of black gas gradually floated out of the wound on the chest.
"This is?" glama's pupils shrunk, regardless of the sweat caused by her excessive force, said: "a Warcraft has shot you? Didn't she say not to enter those dangerous areas?"
"It's not us," kuruba said, struggling with pain.
In fact, looking carefully, his wound was filled with black air, but at the same time, a green vitality was constantly gathered from his body to the wound to resist. Otherwise, it won't last so long.
Seeing this, grama sighed slightly: "fortunately, although you can't understand the divine art, you have successfully realized the divine power of our God. Otherwise, you would have been eaten by the magic gas."
Hearing this, kuruba smiled bitterly. He thought his piety to God did not need to be weak from anyone, but he never felt his own divine skill.
"We were hunting in the periphery of the forest, but a demonized wolf suddenly rushed up from the south. Kuruba led a team of people to block the other party in order to make us retreat successfully, and the other party didn't leave until it reached the area blessed by our God."
Aside, a soldier said bitterly, with some pain and anger in his eyes.
"One end?" asked grama strangely.
"It's not an ordinary demonized wolf. If it's an ordinary demonized wolf, kuruba can cope with it alone. But it's different. It seems to be the wolf king."
"Wolf king?" Granma was surprised again: "the tribe in the south."
"Mostly, it's over," another soldier replied with a heavy face.
"Mostly so. The wolf king never acts alone. Most of the wolf king moved from a very far place in the depths of the forest."
"Since it comes from the south, it must be that several tribes in the South have been attacked."
Grama said in a heavy tone.
Demonized beast, for this world, is almost synonymous with despair and fear. They are the incarnation of killing and death. They are a kind of creatures born by ordinary beasts increasingly infected with magic Qi. They are powerful and cruel. Around here, there is no one to stop except a few large tribes.
"Carry kuruba under the divine tree. This injury is far beyond my ability. I can only rely on the power of my God."
He sighed. Then he commanded the people to carry him under the ancient tree.
Then the old man closed his eyes and prayed silently.
Since the last sacrifice was attached by Chen Mingfu, the old man's body was washed by divine power, and his body and mind began to resonate with him. In addition, he was originally a tribal high priest, so he was easier to communicate with gods than others.
After a while, a faint green light emerged from the ancient tree, with gloomy vitality, which was pulled out by him and fell on kuruba along the guidance.
Seeing this, everyone prayed piously.
The green light fell on the wound, as if something had been fused, and a large amount of black gas escaped. Then, heal the wound.
On the ground, kuruba closed his eyes, felt the warmth enveloping his body, and prayed silently: "my God bless."
Next to him, he felt that his physical strength was gradually disappearing, and a sense of powerlessness gradually hit his heart. Finally, as his mind ran out, the green light disappeared. Grama squatted on the ground, gasping and sweating on his forehead.
"Hoo, Hoo." he gasped and said with a bitter smile, "I have no strength. After this time, I have to rest for at least a few days."
"That's enough," a determined and majestic voice replied.
On the ground, there was kuruba lying on the ground. I don't know when he stood up.
He was a burly man with a strong momentum. He was lying on his stomach. Now he stood up. Although he was not handsome, his firm and cold face and countless wounds all over his body looked like he had an iron blood momentum, which made people look at him.
"What a fierce man!" Chen Ming looked at it for a while, and then sighed.
He looked at his head with divine power.
I saw a thick Python like Qi hovering over his head, with a slight red in the middle, setting off the whole into a light blood red. If you look carefully again, you can see that in the air, in the depths of the world, a little gold is looming, which is eye-catching.
Chen Ming couldn't help glancing.
It's easy to understand that this person belongs to the kind of prestige even within the whole tribe. Coupled with his own courage, this situation is formed.
And that little gold is great. This represents the original life, is a gift from this heaven and earth, and to some extent represents a potential of the other party. From the perspective of the fragility and weakness of Fang Tiandi, this life gold, even if it is only a trivial point, also represents this person's qualification. In this world, it definitely belongs to the top group.
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A few months later, after the sacrifice, Chen Ming took the initiative to return to his body and sleep because of the change of his divine personality.
However, although the will has fallen asleep, the divine grid in the depths of the divine soul has not stopped working.
After breaking through the first seal, the divine personality can play its extraordinary power as one of the core parts of the gods. Not like the past, it can only be used passively.
Among the newly opened abilities, divine gift is one of them.
In the past, if Chen Ming wanted to give others divine skills, he not only consumed a lot, but also needed to take the initiative to give them.
After the divine personality is unsealed, the divine personality will give the believers divine skills according to the degree of piety of the believers. Of course, the specific degree needs to be adjusted by Chen Ming himself.
At the moment, Chen Ming is a little helpless.
At the moment, he observed carefully and found that he had few divine powers.
A mild cure can heal minor wounds. A mild deterrent, given a certain deterrent, has a slight effect on those with firm consciousness. A cure can cure most diseases. A purification can purify a certain range of evil. It looks like a lot, but it's the power's own.
Divine power is the highest energy, which itself carries all kinds of intentions. Based on this, it can form some divine arts.
After sleeping for several months, growing from a seed to a sapling, and then growing for thousands of years to become what it is now, through the interaction of divine personality, divine name and world source forces. It made him feel a lot of magic.
Thinking of this, he has some insight.
Divination itself belongs to one of the highest levels of power. Unlike those spells that rely only on energy, divination itself is born out of the laws of the world and is a shared manifestation of the gods' understanding of the essence of the world,
Therefore, in the past, although he had divine personality, because he did not belong to his own accumulation, all he could have was to simply use divine power to form some simple magic. But after this deep sleep, it was different. After digesting his memory, he began to have his own understanding of the world. It may not be deep, but it was enough for him to develop many magic tricks.
Thinking of this, he smiled. Perhaps it was because the noumenon was a tree. Most of the divine arts he developed were natural systems.
But they all have great uses.
The magic of enhancing fertility, plant communication and giving birth to plants, not to mention its combat effectiveness, its importance is self-evident only in agricultural production. If a tribe wants to rapidly increase its population, it can't just rely on hunting. Farming is a long-term plan. With these magic skills, farming and production will be much more convenient, and the production of land will become more and more.
Other protective magic arts such as wood armor and wood shield are also very effective in practical combat. Especially for those who don't even have armor.
However, thinking of this, ADIS couldn't help laughing. It seems that it is because the tree can't move most of the time. There are few achievements in the development of attack divinity.
But he doesn't care about these anymore. Not now, but naturally in the future. As a God, he has this patience.
At the moment, the outside world has just begun its influence because of the emergence of divination.
Although magic is powerful, few people can have it at present. This is because the acquisition of divination itself requires not only the piety of faith. It also needs the user's fit with divination and special induction, as well as the believer's own strong will.
Induction is actually related to whether the faith is pious or not. The more pious the believer is, the more obvious the induction is. Just like now, at least half of the people in the tribe can feel clearly, but because of their own will and emotion. So at present, few people can obtain divine arts.
However, the storm caused by the emergence of magic has begun.
"Lord grama, come and have a look. Someone is hurt here."
On a platform, a cabin was built at this time.
The wooden house is flat, each piece of wood is cut and dried, and the house is also filled with a natural fragrance.
Outside the house, on a plain, there are rows of flowers and all kinds of plants.
Some plants have conflicting florescence, and even can't bloom at all in this season. But here, it seems to violate its natural biological laws, and open in this narrow space at the same time.
On the platform, an old man looked at the flower and gently touched a red flower in his hand. The slight emotion from it touched him and showed kindness.
He didn't look back until he heard the cry in the distance. Looking back, several strong men were carrying a burly soldier in.
The soldier had a firm face, a burly figure, and his muscles were cast like fine iron. He was not as thin as other aborigines. On the contrary, he was filled with a strong smell of iron and blood.
Such a soldier should have stood proudly in front of others with his head held high and enjoyed the glances of others, but at this time, he was lying quietly on the stretcher with a big hole in his chest and blood everywhere. He himself is also biting his teeth. With a strong willpower, he has survived until now.
Seeing this, grama was surprised: "kuruba, how did you get hurt like this?"
At the same time, he strode forward, raised a light on one hand and gently brushed his wound.
The white light collided with the wound and gradually stopped the blood in the wound. At this time, a trace of black gas gradually floated out of the wound on the chest.
"This is?" glama's pupils shrunk, regardless of the sweat caused by her excessive force, said: "a Warcraft has shot you? Didn't she say not to enter those dangerous areas?"
"It's not us," kuruba said, struggling with pain.
In fact, looking carefully, his wound was filled with black air, but at the same time, a green vitality was constantly gathered from his body to the wound to resist. Otherwise, it won't last so long.
Seeing this, grama sighed slightly: "fortunately, although you can't understand the divine art, you have successfully realized the divine power of our God. Otherwise, you would have been eaten by the magic gas."
Hearing this, kuruba smiled bitterly. He thought his piety to God did not need to be weak from anyone, but he never felt his own divine skill.
"We were hunting in the periphery of the forest, but a demonized wolf suddenly rushed up from the south. Kuruba led a team of people to block the other party in order to make us retreat successfully, and the other party didn't leave until it reached the area blessed by our God."
Aside, a soldier said bitterly, with some pain and anger in his eyes.
"One end?" asked grama strangely.
"It's not an ordinary demonized wolf. If it's an ordinary demonized wolf, kuruba can cope with it alone. But it's different. It seems to be the wolf king."
"Wolf king?" Granma was surprised again: "the tribe in the south."
"Mostly, it's over," another soldier replied with a heavy face.
"Mostly so. The wolf king never acts alone. Most of the wolf king moved from a very far place in the depths of the forest."
"Since it comes from the south, it must be that several tribes in the South have been attacked."
Grama said in a heavy tone.
Demonized beast, for this world, is almost synonymous with despair and fear. They are the incarnation of killing and death. They are a kind of creatures born by ordinary beasts increasingly infected with magic Qi. They are powerful and cruel. Around here, there is no one to stop except a few large tribes.
"Carry kuruba under the divine tree. This injury is far beyond my ability. I can only rely on the power of my God."
He sighed. Then he commanded the people to carry him under the ancient tree.
Then the old man closed his eyes and prayed silently.
Since the last sacrifice was attached by Chen Mingfu, the old man's body was washed by divine power, and his body and mind began to resonate with him. In addition, he was originally a tribal high priest, so he was easier to communicate with gods than others.
After a while, a faint green light emerged from the ancient tree, with gloomy vitality, which was pulled out by him and fell on kuruba along the guidance.
Seeing this, everyone prayed piously.
The green light fell on the wound, as if something had been fused, and a large amount of black gas escaped. Then, heal the wound.
On the ground, kuruba closed his eyes, felt the warmth enveloping his body, and prayed silently: "my God bless."
Next to him, he felt that his physical strength was gradually disappearing, and a sense of powerlessness gradually hit his heart. Finally, as his mind ran out, the green light disappeared. Grama squatted on the ground, gasping and sweating on his forehead.
"Hoo, Hoo." he gasped and said with a bitter smile, "I have no strength. After this time, I have to rest for at least a few days."
"That's enough," a determined and majestic voice replied.
On the ground, there was kuruba lying on the ground. I don't know when he stood up.
He was a burly man with a strong momentum. He was lying on his stomach. Now he stood up. Although he was not handsome, his firm and cold face and countless wounds all over his body looked like he had an iron blood momentum, which made people look at him.
"What a fierce man!" Chen Ming looked at it for a while, and then sighed.
He looked at his head with divine power.
I saw a thick Python like Qi hovering over his head, with a slight red in the middle, setting off the whole into a light blood red. If you look carefully again, you can see that in the air, in the depths of the world, a little gold is looming, which is eye-catching.
Chen Ming couldn't help glancing.
It's easy to understand that this person belongs to the kind of prestige even within the whole tribe. Coupled with his own courage, this situation is formed.
And that little gold is great. This represents the original life, is a gift from this heaven and earth, and to some extent represents a potential of the other party. From the perspective of the fragility and weakness of Fang Tiandi, this life gold, even if it is only a trivial point, also represents this person's qualification. In this world, it definitely belongs to the top group.
A few months later, after the sacrifice, Chen Ming took the initiative to return to his body and sleep because of the change of his divine personality.However, although the will has fallen asleep, the divine grid in the depths of the divine soul has not stopped working.After breaking through the first seal, the divine personality can play its extraordinary power as one of the core parts of the gods. Not like the past, it can only be used passively.Among the newly opened abilities, divine gift is one of them.In the past, if Chen Ming wanted to give others divine skills, he not only consumed a lot, but also needed to take the initiative to give them.After the divine personality is unsealed, the divine personality will give the believers divine skills according to the degree of piety of the believers. Of course, the specific degree needs to be adjusted by Chen Ming himself.At the moment, Chen Ming is a little helpless.At the moment, he observed carefully and found that he had few divine powers.A mild cure can heal minor wounds. A mild deterrent, given a certain deterrent, has a slight effect on those with firm consciousness. A cure can cure most diseases. A purification can purify a certain range of evil. It looks like a lot, but it's the power's own.Divine power is the highest energy, which itself carries all kinds of intentions. Based on this, it can form some divine arts.After sleeping for several months, growing from a seed to a sapling, and then growing for thousands of years to become what it is now, through the interaction of divine personality, divine name and world source forces. It made him feel a lot of magic.Thinking of this, he has some insight.Divination itself belongs to one of the highest levels of power. Unlike those spells that rely only on energy, divination itself is born out of the laws of the world and is a shared manifestation of the gods' understanding of the essence of the world,Therefore, in the past, although he had divine personality, because he did not belong to his own accumulation, all he could have was to simply use divine power to form some simple magic. But after this deep sleep, it was different. After digesting his memory, he began to have his own understanding of the world. It may not be deep, but it was enough for him to develop many magic tricks.Thinking of this, he smiled. Perhaps it was because the noumenon was a tree. Most of the divine arts he developed were natural systems.But they all have great uses.The magic of enhancing fertility, plant communication and giving birth to plants, not to mention its combat effectiveness, its importance is self-evident only in agricultural production. If a tribe wants to rapidly increase its population, it can't just rely on hunting. Farming is a long-term plan. With these magic skills, farming and production will be much more convenient, and the production of land will become more and more.Other protective magic arts such as wood armor and wood shield are also very effective in practical combat. Especially for those who don't even have armor.However, thinking of this, ADIS couldn't help laughing. It seems that it is because the tree can't move most of the time. There are few achievements in the development of attack divinity.But he doesn't care about these anymore. Not now, but naturally in the future. As a God, he has this patience.At the moment, the outside world has just begun its influence because of the emergence of divination.Although magic is powerful, few people can have it at present. This is because the acquisition of divination itself requires not only the piety of faith. It also needs the user's fit with divination and special induction, as well as the believer's own strong will.Induction is actually related to whether the faith is pious or not. The more pious the believer is, the more obvious the induction is. Just like now, at least half of the people in the tribe can feel clearly, but because of their own will and emotion. So at present, few people can obtain divine arts.However, the storm caused by the emergence of magic has begun."Lord grama, come and have a look. Someone is hurt here."On a platform, a cabin was built at this time.The wooden house is flat, each piece of wood is cut and dried, and the house is also filled with a natural fragrance.Outside the house, on a plain, there are rows of flowers and all kinds of plants.Some plants have conflicting florescence, and even can't bloom at all in this season. But here, it seems to violate its natural biological laws, and open in this narrow space at the same time.On the platform, an old man looked at the flower and gently touched a red flower in his hand. The slight emotion from it touched him and showed kindness.He didn't look back until he heard the cry in the distance. Looking back, several strong men were carrying a burly soldier in.The soldier had a firm face, a burly figure, and his muscles were cast like fine iron. He was not as thin as other aborigines. On the contrary, he was filled with a strong smell of iron and blood.Such a soldier should have stood proudly in front of others with his head held high and enjoyed the glances of others, but at this time, he was lying quietly on the stretcher with a big hole in his chest and blood everywhere. He himself is also biting his teeth. With a strong willpower, he has survived until now.Seeing this, grama was surprised: "kuruba, how did you get hurt like this?"At the same time, he strode forward, raised a light on one hand and gently brushed his wound.The white light collided with the wound and gradually stopped the blood in the wound. At this time, a trace of black gas gradually floated out of the wound on the chest."This is?" glama's pupils shrunk, regardless of the sweat caused by her excessive force, said: "a Warcraft has shot you? Didn't she say not to enter those dangerous areas?""It's not us," kuruba said, struggling with pain.In fact, looking carefully, his wound was filled with black air, but at the same time, a green vitality was constantly gathered from his body to the wound to resist. Otherwise, it won't last so long.Seeing this, grama sighed slightly: "fortunately, although you can't understand the divine art, you have successfully realized the divine power of our God. Otherwise, you would have been eaten by the magic gas."Hearing this, kuruba smiled bitterly. He thought his piety to God did not need to be weak from anyone, but he never felt his own divine skill."We were hunting in the periphery of the forest, but a demonized wolf suddenly rushed up from the south. Kuruba led a team of people to block the other party in order to make us retreat successfully, and the other party didn't leave until it reached the area blessed by our God."Aside, a soldier said bitterly, with some pain and anger in his eyes."One end?" asked grama strangely."It's not an ordinary demonized wolf. If it's an ordinary demonized wolf, kuruba can cope with it alone. But it's different. It seems to be the wolf king.""Wolf king?" Granma was surprised again: "the tribe in the south.""Mostly, it's over," another soldier replied with a heavy face."Mostly so. The wolf king never acts alone. Most of the wolf king moved from a very far place in the depths of the forest.""Since it comes from the south, it must be that several tribes in the South have been attacked."Grama said in a heavy tone.Demonized beast, for this world, is almost synonymous with despair and fear. They are the incarnation of killing and death. They are a kind of creatures born by ordinary beasts increasingly infected with magic Qi. They are powerful and cruel. Around here, there is no one to stop except a few large tribes."Carry kuruba under the divine tree. This injury is far beyond my ability. I can only rely on the power of my God."He sighed. Then he commanded the people to carry him under the ancient tree.Then the old man closed his eyes and prayed silently.Since the last sacrifice was attached by Chen Mingfu, the old man's body was washed by divine power, and his body and mind began to resonate with him. In addition, he was originally a tribal high priest, so he was easier to communicate with gods than others.After a while, a faint green light emerged from the ancient tree, with gloomy vitality, which was pulled out by him and fell on kuruba along the guidance.Seeing this, everyone prayed piously.The green light fell on the wound, as if something had been fused, and a large amount of black gas escaped. Then, heal the wound.On the ground, kuruba closed his eyes, felt the warmth enveloping his body, and prayed silently: "my God bless."Next to him, he felt that his physical strength was gradually disappearing, and a sense of powerlessness gradually hit his heart. Finally, as his mind ran out, the green light disappeared. Grama squatted on the ground, gasping and sweating on his forehead."Hoo, Hoo." he gasped and said with a bitter smile, "I have no strength. After this time, I have to rest for at least a few days.""That's enough," a determined and majestic voice replied.On the ground, there was kuruba lying on the ground. I don't know when he stood up.He was a burly man with a strong momentum. He was lying on his stomach. Now he stood up. Although he was not handsome, his firm and cold face and countless wounds all over his body looked like he had an iron blood momentum, which made people look at him."What a fierce man!" Chen Ming looked at it for a while, and then sighed.He looked at his head with divine power.I saw a thick Python like Qi hovering over his head, with a slight red in the middle, setting off the whole into a light blood red. If you look carefully again, you can see that in the air, in the depths of the world, a little gold is looming, which is eye-catching.Chen Ming couldn't help glancing.It's easy to understand that this person belongs to the kind of prestige even within the whole tribe. Coupled with his own courage, this situation is formed.And that little gold is great. This represents the original life, is a gift from this heaven and earth, and to some extent represents a potential of the other party. From the perspective of the fragility and weakness of Fang Tiandi, this life gold, even if it is only a trivial point, also represents this person's qualification. In this world, it definitely belongs to the top group.
