Douluo: Peerless Light.

Chapter 722 The True Gods Descend, The Temptation of Magic and Resurrection [[-] words]

The true gods changed the rules of this planet and established the Wuhun system.

From this point of view, saying that the Martial Soul is a gift from God, to some extent, it seems that there is really nothing wrong with it.

In the forest, as spectators, Da Shan and other tribal fighters were very proud of the boys of their tribe.

This awakening was surprisingly smooth.

Except for one person who died in the battle, most of the remaining 20 teenagers have awakened martial souls, and four of them have soul power.

For this tribe, it is a happy event.

In previous trials, it was a great joy for one out of 20 people to awaken their soul power, but most of the time, no one awakened.

Now that four of them appeared in one breath, how could this not make Dashan and the others happy?

This is the future of the tribe.

The more warriors with soul power are born, the stronger their tribe can be to avoid being invaded by wild beasts.

However, just when Dashan and the others were happy, the 6-year-old Nether Ghost Leopard couldn't bear it anymore.

As long as it can swallow Dashan, the soul sage, its cultivation can break through to 7 years and become the overlord of this forest.

During the flickering of the black shadow, the Nether Ghost Leopard turned into a jet of black lightning and rushed straight towards the direction where Dashan and the others were.

At the same time, dozens of descendants of Nether Ghost Leopard who had cultivated for ten years or a hundred years also rushed out.

Led by one ten-thousand-year-old ghost leopard and four thousand-year-old ghost leopards, they went straight to the excited indigenous teenagers who had just awakened their martial souls.

"Not good! Gather to meet the enemy!"

Seeing the ghost leopard group appearing, Da Shan couldn't help but change his face.

Facing this kind of spirit beast that is good at speed, they have no possibility of escaping at all.

If you turn around and run, you will die faster.

With the lighting of the Wannian seventh ring, Da Shan's body instantly swelled and turned into a big bear with a height of seven or eight meters.

The appearance of his spirit avatar is quite strange, his claws are astonishingly long, unlike ordinary bears.

At a distance of more than twenty kilometers, Qian Chaoguang, who had been observing the battlefield with his spiritual sense, immediately recognized him.

This mountain is truly blessed, the awakened martial soul turned out to be a weakened version of the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear - Dreadclaw Bear.

Even if it is a weakened version, it is an absolute top martial soul.

It's no wonder that with such a poor soul ring configuration, he can cultivate to the soul saint level.

If this is carefully cultivated in Shrek Academy or Noumenon School at the beginning of awakening, it will definitely be the seedling of Super Douluo in the future.

"Roar!"

With a loud roar, Da Shan, who had already displayed his martial soul avatar, met the Ten Thousand Years Ghost Leopard alone.

Light flickered above the two soul rings, and the powerful dark golden claw blades tore through the air, grabbing at each other with a sharp crackling sound.

But the Nether Ghost Leopard's speed was really too fast, it was almost a black shadow.

Da Shan's powerful and heavy blow failed to hit the target at all, and was easily twisted by the opponent, and directly dodged.

"boom!"

A muffled sound exploded on Dashan's arms that barely crossed his defenses.

The golden hair was scattered, and there was faint blood winding down from the hair.

A soul beast with a cultivation base of nearly 7 years may not be a big deal to a Dreadclaw bear soul master with the best soul ring ratio, and it can even be easily won.

But for Da Shan, who has a very poor spirit ring ratio and doesn't have a systematic skill set, this is a deadly opponent.

The gap in hard power made him extremely desperate.

Although it has super high attack power, it cannot hit the opponent.

Relying on its powerful speed, the Nether Ghost Leopard played with Dashan in its palms, forcing him to be beaten passively, relying on his own rough skin and thick flesh to barely defend.

Dashan launched an attack frantically, lighting up a large number of soul rings on his body, trying his best to break the situation and go to rescue those tribesmen of his tribe.

Those are their relatives, their companions, and the future of the tribe.

But under the obstruction of this ten-thousand-year ghost leopard, he has no ability to fight back.

Da Shan could only watch helplessly as one after another was pierced by the sharp teeth and sharp blades of the Nether Ghost Leopard, and fell helplessly in a pool of blood before his eyes.

"No!"

Da Shan roared in pain, his eyes had completely turned blood red.

"God! Dashan begs you, save my people! If you are willing to save them, I am willing to sacrifice my life and soul!"

"Oh? Really? Are you willing to exchange your soul and life?"

Just when Dashan was in despair, a somewhat ethereal voice appeared in his ears.

This was not anyone he was familiar with, let alone a normal voice, as if it directly affected his spiritual sea.

This is God's response! ?

God responded to me?
Is this really the voice of God?
Isn't it only the high priest who can hear God's vague revelations and oracles?

How
At this time, although Dashan had some doubts in his heart, he could no longer care about these things, and he couldn't even care about the ghost leopard attacking again in front of him.

He immediately knelt down on the spot, with his head touching the ground, and screamed, "I am willing, I am willing to do anything! No matter which god you are, I beg you to save my people!"

Whether it is a god or a devil, or anyone else, please save my people!

Dashan thought so.

In the next moment, a cyan sword light descended.

The Nether Ghost Leopard, which had been cultivated for nearly 7 years, didn't even have a chance to dodge, and was immediately killed on the spot with a single blow, turning into a dark and thick soul ring.

Dashan couldn't help looking up, and floating in front of him was a tall figure exuding a sacred and bright aura.

This figure is wearing a dark green armor, holding a long-handled sword with a blue dragon coiled around it.

The cyan wings flapping on the back, a kind of heart-warming power is continuously released, gathering in the air to form a ring of holy light.

Who else is it not Afan?
In the whole team, apart from the Holy Patriarch and Qian Chaoguang, he was the only one with the fastest speed.

Therefore, he was sent first.

The rest went straight back to the demiplane, ready to make an explosive appearance.

Afan's eyes were indifferent, and his tone was sharp: "What is there to be afraid of, a mere beast?"

After all, the Qinglong Yanyue Knife slammed into the ground, and the power of the holy light mixed with the wind element suddenly surged.

Waves of holy light and wind blades shot out from the blade of Qinglong Yanyue Knife, instantly creating a scarlet storm on the battlefield.

Before they had time to dodge, the ghost leopards were beheaded by the blade of the holy light, and their entire bodies were annihilated into nothingness under the burning of the holy flame.

In less than a second since Afan appeared on the stage, this group of ghosts and leopards, which were enough to bring disaster to the natives, were all dead.

Although Afan at the peak of the high level did not have the terrifying combat power of Long Yi who soared directly to the god level, he was also firmly at the peak of Limit Douluo.

What is the concept of the peak of Limit Douluo?
Then it can only be described in two words - Di Tian.

Not to mention the No. [-] New Continent, even the Douluo Continent can be called invincible.

If it wasn't for the better and more shocking visual effect, Afan didn't need a physical attack at all. He only needed to use his soul to sweep around, and he could crush all the ghost leopards to death.

After learning that Afan had condensed the heart of the soul, Electrolux was still feeling emotional, but unfortunately his Tower of Eternity and the Twelve Saint Guards were no longer there.

Otherwise, it's a great boost.

Those twelve people are stronger than each other, and after cultivating the soul system, they will definitely be stronger than before.

Especially the two top skeleton mages who are security guards on the penultimate floor.

After sleeping for 500 years, Long Yi can guess how rich they must have accumulated with all their efforts.

The human powerhouses of the Holy Demon Continent in ancient times were invincible at the same level, and the rest of the races would kneel down and sing about the existence of conquest.

Unfortunately, there is no such if.

With the Twelve Saint Guards and the Tower of Eternity, how could Qian Chaoguang go to such great lengths, even turning around the gate of hell?
Just pass through the Tower of Eternity once by one person, and you can cultivate to the god level at the speed of light, and then you can start a war with the gods if you work harder.

If there were such a top-level super artifact that combines attack, defense, suppression, cave, inheritance, and cultivation, the grass on Tang San's grave would probably be two feet high now.

In the forest, Afan was surrounded by sacred light, standing there holding a knife.

He just looked at the mess in front of him quietly, the blue soul fire in his eyes was beating, faintly exuding a powerful coercion.

The small half of the aborigines who survived were stunned for a few seconds, and immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, muttering words, thanking the gods for their salvation.

With wings on its back, the whole body is shrouded in light power, which makes people want to worship at a glance.

For the people living on this continent, this is the characteristic of the gods passed down orally among the tribes.

In the simple cognition of these indigenous people, the gods must have wings, they must have a warm light on their bodies, and they must have incredible power.

Although the strong wind element power in Afan's body puzzled the aborigines who had awakened their martial souls, this did not prevent them from thinking that Afan was a god descending to earth.

This is basically not much different from the image of the gods enshrined in their beliefs.

What is not a god?
"Master God, thank you for saving my people, I will offer my soul and life now."

Seeing that the god really wiped out this group of ghost leopards and saved his own people, Da Shan immediately lowered his posture, and his eyes became extremely devout.

Now he firmly believes that the person in front of him must be the god in the legend, the god worshiped day and night in the tribe.

At the same time, fanaticism appeared in his eyes, he pulled out a dagger polished with animal bones from his waist, and stabbed towards his heart.

"Snapped."

"I don't need your soul and life, that's useless to the true god."

With a thought of Afan, a small group of wind elements immediately bounced off the dagger in his hand, and sank into the tree trunk behind him.

"I'm not a god, I don't have the qualifications yet, I'm just a messenger of the real god, and one of the most devout believers."

As he said this, he murmured a prayer and waved his hand to release a circle of holy light.

This is a relatively common healing magic - group recovery.

The power of the group recovery technique scattered on the surviving natives, and the powerful force immediately reconnected the broken bones, and the open wounds healed quickly.

Even an aborigine boy with a hideous wound on his abdomen and his intestines leaking all over the place miraculously recovered, and his body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A group of aborigines looked at A Fan more and more enthusiastically, but they dared not open their mouths to praise God again, they just kowtowed their heads in gratitude.

Da Shan's eyes were equally fanatical, but there was a trace of panic: "My lord, my lord despises my soul and life, but I'm not brave and pious enough?"

Afan gave him a weird look: "What do I want your soul and life to do? Only evil gods need to sacrifice souls and lives. My lord only needs devout faith from believers."

"The devotion just now moved my lord who was traveling, so even if you don't believe in him, he sent me down to save your lives. My lord is in charge of the power of light and immortality, as well as life and soul. authority."

"For my lord, what makes him most happy and gratified is that believers who believe in him can live in health and happiness. How can they deprive you of your life and soul?"

Hearing what he said, the dozen or so surviving natives immediately looked at each other in blank dismay, and many of them reacted greatly.

Especially for Dashan and several older natives, the enthusiasm on their faces dissipated without a trace, and expressions of horror and panic appeared on their faces.

In their oral tribal beliefs, warriors who are brave enough and devout enough will be inspired by God at a certain point in time.

That is: to die in the fight with the soul beast.

After that, the souls of the death warriors will go to the kingdom of gods and enjoy bliss forever.

Therefore, dying in a battle with spirit beasts is not something to be feared for them, but a supreme honor.

It's a bit similar to the Nordic gods in the Blue Star mythology. After the soldiers die in battle, they can enter the Hall of Valor to drink fine wine, open their imports and so on.

However, when Afan, the envoy of God, told these natives that the true god does not need souls, but needs them to live well.

All of a sudden, the faith in the hearts of these natives collapsed, and they cried out in despair.

According to the description of the "God Envoy", isn't this the evil god and evil god that their clan enshrines day and night?
How can this be accepted in their hearts?

Looking at their panic and despair, Afan's tense and indifferent face hides a restless heart.

It's so simple, the hearts of these aboriginal fellows are simply too simple.

Believe what you say, it is simply fertile ground for spreading beliefs.

It would be no wonder if the other party was not in a hurry if he set the belief in the other party's heart as an evil god in someone with a slightly higher level of civilization.

Where can it be like this now, they didn't even say the words they had prepared before, and they collapsed first.

In the end, Dashan, who was still the leader of the team, was the first to react.

He fell to the ground again and kowtowed reverently: "Please forgive me, our tribe has been bewitched by evil gods, and now we have found the right path thanks to your grace. Can you ask the envoy to pass on the name of the god, we would like to raise The power of the entire tribe is dedicated to the god."

Although compared to those soul saints on Douluo Continent, Dashan doesn't know much, and his views and understanding of many things are still in the primitive stage of ignorance.

But he is not stupid.

To be able to cultivate to this level with an imperfect cultivation system, a fool with outstanding talent cannot do it.

On one side is the god that his tribe has enshrined for many years, but has never really helped him.

On the one hand, I don't believe in it, but I was grateful for my sincerity when passing by, and sent people down to save their gods.

Dashan decisively chose the latter.

The kind of power that can soothe people's hearts, and even the power that can revive the dead and bones, is enough to make Dashan devote all his piety.

If it wasn't for God's envoy, he and others would all die here today.

Among the people who came out together today, except for ten fighters, the rest are the future of the tribe!
If everything is lost here, the entire tribe will be broken!

With Dashan taking the lead, the rest of the surviving natives no longer panicked, but followed Dashan to kneel and worship together, wanting to worship the true god,
"If you have a pious heart, you will naturally know the name of my lord." Afan nodded in satisfaction.

He took out a small wooden sculpture from the storage soul guide and handed it to Dashan.

This is an ordinary statuette, the kind that the Eternal God Sect distributes to believers for free.

Apart from the fact that it has been blessed with a clean light technique to keep its surface spotless forever, there is nothing particularly magical about it.

"My Lord's name is the God of Light and Immortality. As long as you pray sincerely, you will be able to gain the attention of my Lord." Afan said, "I will teach you a prayer - may the God of Light and Immortality last forever, always Bless me."

Dashan carefully took the palm-sized statue with both hands and held it above his head.

He didn't understand the meaning of many words that Afan said, but he was very obedient, and immediately called the rest of the tribe to sing piously together.

"May the God of Light and Immortality live forever and always bless me!"

"May the God of Light and Immortality live forever and always bless me!"

"May the God of Light and Immortality live forever and always bless me!"

The next moment, Dashan felt that the statue held high in his hand was glowing and hot, as if he was holding a torch.

He raised his head subconsciously and looked in the direction of the statue.

Suddenly, he only felt that he saw a stalwart god looking at him.

The face of the other party was extremely young and handsome, with a faint sense of sanctity and inviolability, giving people a very reassuring feeling.

Just when Dashan was shocked.

He suddenly had an illusion.

The god named the God of Light and Immortality smiled slightly at himself.

At this moment, Dashan felt as if his soul had been washed, his whole body became much clearer, and even some strange knowledge appeared in his mind.

Dashan subconsciously acts according to the new knowledge emerging in his brain, which seems to be a way of operating unknown power.

"Buzz!"

With a slight sound, Dashan looked at his hands in surprise.

A circle of warm power of holy light is being released through his palm, and it is constantly consuming his soul power.

"This! This! This is! This is!"

At this moment, Dashan was so excited that he was speechless.

The rest of the natives also looked straight at him for an instant, casting incredible glances at him.

Isn't this the power of the gods in the legend?
It is exactly the same as the one just released by the envoy in front of him!
Afan put away the Qinglong Yanyue Knife casually, slapped his hands, and said with a smile: "This is holy light. You have just successfully released an apprentice-level divine spell—light spell. It can dispel cold in the dark and is effective against evil forces." A faint trace of restraint."

"Congratulations, it seems that you have a very pious belief in my lord, and the affinity between the divine arts talent and the light element is relatively good. Otherwise, without systematic study, you will not be able to master the divine arts power."

"Divine art? Dare I ask the envoy, what is divine art?" Da Shan asked cautiously.

"You don't need to be so cautious, as believers of our Lord, we are one family." Afan sat down and looked at them at the same level, "Divine spells, as the name suggests, are spells bestowed by gods on believers. Power of Authority."

"Spells bestowed by gods on believers!" The natives exclaimed suddenly.

Afan nodded: "That's right, as long as you put in your devout beliefs, God will give you back your strength. The stronger your beliefs, the greater the power of divine magic that can be released. If you have cultivated to a high level, even if you have been resurrected It's not difficult for the old man. How about it, isn't my lord very fair?"

"This is simply amazing!"

"Uncle Dashan, you will become even stronger in the future! Thank you God of Light and Immortality!"

"Will Uncle Dashan be able to defeat the leader Grandpa after he obtains the power bestowed by God?"

"It shouldn't be possible? Grandpa the leader has absorbed the souls of nine ferocious beasts, and he is also the father of Uncle Dashan."

"With the magic bestowed by the God of Light and Immortality, will we no longer have to take risks to absorb the souls of ferocious beasts?"

"Yes, if we can use this kind of magic, we shouldn't need to risk our lives to obtain it in the future"

Speaking of this, Dashan suddenly realized something, and looked at Afan with intense excitement and a little hope.

"My lord envoy, you just said that you can resurrect the dead, is that true?"

Afan smiled and nodded: "Of course it is true. My Lord holds three powers of immortality, life, and soul. It is easy to do this. It's just that I can't do it, because I am not very proficient in magic."

"But I teach the Pope, who is also one of my lord's servant gods, the God of Hope, that he can use the power of our lord to perform miraculous magic, and he can do this."

"It's just that there are requirements for resurrection. First of all, the body of the deceased must remain generally intact, like the one over there whose upper body has been torn apart. After the soul is combined with the body, he still has to die."

[Don't worry about the storyline of the New World being too long, it's a very short storyline, after a wave of installation, it will start to hang up and upgrade]

(End of this chapter)