Ultra: Dark Tiga, but the silver-haired beautiful girl

"No, we just want to have a meal, and then we become devout believers?"

"I wonder if my sister can speak up for me?"

The group of big men who were named fell into deep thought.

Just as they were about to honestly express their lack of piety, a familiar voice appeared in their minds.

"Go if you are told to."

Since the emperor has spoken, I have no choice but to go.

So this group of big men stood up in a flash, and some even seemed impatient.

This behavior is normal in the eyes of the prophet.

After all, in his opinion, this group of people were influenced by the flowers and would naturally obey his words.

At this time, Li Xiaobai felt that Kalu next to him began to feel a little restless.

Kalu is indeed very impatient now.

Because he knew exactly what was going to happen next.

And he had already sent out the signal just now.

Logically, the army should be clearing the cave by now.

But now there is no reaction at all.

Could it be that this purple mist has the ability to block signals?

Just when he was feeling uneasy, a hand reached out and patted his shoulder twice.

After these two slaps, his inner restlessness was strangely suppressed.

He turned his head and looked at the young man on the side: "Brother Dagu..."

"Just watch the show."

The black-haired, black-eyed boy spoke calmly.

"No, Brother Dagu, you don't understand, this prophet..."

"I know this guy is not an ordinary person."

Li Xiaobai interrupted him: "So I let you watch the show."

She smiled slightly: "Who told you that the people he picked were ordinary people?"

At this time, the big men had already walked onto the stage and were looking at the prophet expectantly.

The prophet looked at them and began to murmur.

This is the first time I've seen such a rich variety of expressions on people's faces affected by flowers.

But he didn't think much about it, thinking that because there were so many people, the effect of the flowers was reduced.

So he pretended to speak.

"It seems these devout believers are ready."

"Next, I will follow the will of God and bring them salvation."

"The gate of heaven, open!"

As he shouted, the door above his head, which was as tall as a person, emitted a faint light and slowly opened.

Li Xiaobai was a little disappointed.

It seems I won’t be able to see Brother Ji anymore.

The Kyrieloids this year are not very good. With such a small door, Kyrieloid can't even get a finger out.

Is this also the gate to heaven?

The Gate of Tiancun is pretty good.

Just as she was complaining to herself, the prophet made a new move.

He stretched out his hand from a distance to the big men.

"Come out, pious soul!"

As he called out, he concentrated his mind and grabbed at the void.

Nothing happened.

There was silence in the meeting room and awkwardness was growing.

Am I spending too much energy feeding the flowers?

The prophet was a little uncertain.

After concentrating, he stretched out his hand again.

This time, he increased the energy delivery.

Li Xiaobai saw it clearly. The dark blue soul energy was mobilized in the prophet's body, and then condensed into a claw as big as a human head, grabbing towards a group of dark giants.

If he was facing an ordinary person, he should be able to easily capture the other person's soul.

But the ones he wanted to capture were a group of giants who had lived for who knows how many years.

Although this group of people were influenced by darkness, they were real beings of light before they fell.

Naturally, it is not something that a half-crippled soul creature can mess with.

As expected, the blue energy claws were unable to shake their souls and returned empty-handed.

The captured man scratched his head and showed a puzzled expression: "Has it not started yet?"

No, it's over.

The prophet began to doubt his life.

Have I become so weak?

Unconvinced, he changed his target and attacked again.

This time, he chose the bald man standing in the middle.

You have so little hair, I can tell at one glance that you are not very smart, so I will use you to avenge my previous shame!

This time, he reminded them, “I am guiding you to salvation, just relax and wait.”

The big men nodded obediently.

The Prophet took a deep breath and held out his hand again.

This time it went much more smoothly.

The soul claws gave off the feeling of grabbing a real object.

This shows that the other party has indeed let down his mental defenses.

And what happens next is simple.

Just a gentle pull.

Just pull it gently~

I pull!

No pull.

The essence of Soul Claw is a competition of soul power.

Like tug-of-war, it puts both parties in equal and opposing positions.

People with strong souls can use their own advantages to pull out the opponent.

Although I am a little weak, my soul energy level is still very high. How could I not be able to pull it?

At this moment, the bald man who felt his soul being pulled inexplicably frowned and subconsciously pulled it back.

Then, I saw the prophet in front of me fall to the ground with a thud.

The bald man was so scared that he raised his hands to prove his innocence.

Fortunately, the prophet got up after a while and looked at the bald man with a frightened face.

Just now he was dragged out of his body by this ordinary guy.

However, the other party obviously did not do it on purpose. He gave up after pulling once, which gave him the opportunity to re-possess the body.

No, what are these believers like this time?

Is this the so-called benefit of being simple-minded?

I've only heard of a simple mind and strong limbs.

Haven’t you heard that the soul is also developed?

Is someone pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?

But why do they all look like ordinary humans?

Seeing the situation on the field become stagnant, Li Xiaobai smiled slightly and gave a few instructions to the dark giants.

Then, several big men shook their bodies and started crying bitterly.

"I'm sorry, prophet. Actually, our hearts are not pious enough."

"Yes, I came here because I heard that they would provide me with food. I didn't even know what God was."

"Wow, I heard that this place offers accommodation..."

After they said this, the prophet suddenly understood.

He didn’t know if it was because his soul had just been pulled out of his body, but his mind was a mess.

It turns out that they made mistakes everywhere because they were not pious enough in their hearts and were resistant.

Is that what it looks like?

Always feel something is not right.

But this statement at least gave him a way out, so he waved his hand to signal the group of men to leave.

"It's okay. You don't know our God well enough yet. You will know later."

"Woo woo woo, you are such a good person."

The big men walked away crying bitterly.

The prophet who could not ride on Baisi's sister numbly cast his gaze to the sidelines.

Then, his eyes were attracted by a striking red color.

So he stretched out his hand.

"you come up."

"Ah I?"

Cam, who was called, looked around and pointed at himself with a confused look on his face.

The clear stupidity revealed in the boy's eyes made the prophet more certain of his thoughts.

"Yes, that's you."

The strength of the soul gradually grows stronger with age, which must be the reason why a group of strong men in their prime were chosen just now.

The prophet nodded fiercely inwardly.

Yes, that must be the case!

With a confused look on his face, Cam walked onto the stage amid the encouraging gaze of his predecessors.

"Well, what should I do?"

"Empty your mind and leave the rest to me."

The prophet was full of confidence.

"Oh well."

Then, the confident prophet once again extended his soul claws.

Just a young man, shouldn't it be easy to catch him this time?

Then, he felt his outstretched soul claw being grasped.

Oh, it's not an illusion.

The boy in front of him actually stretched out his hand and grasped the soul claw he extended with his body.

He also held it and shook it.

Cam had a smile on his face: "Is this a handshake? Hello, hello."

The prophet's confident expression froze.

What a fucking handshake!

Could you please respect me a little?

What the hell are these believers? Are there so many hidden talents?

No. Are these people really believers?

That’s not right, how did this guy see me? !

Just when he began to doubt how many normal people there were among the believers present, a loud voice broke the silence of the meeting place.

A young man with black hair and black eyes stood up from the back row of seats and spoke righteously.

"You guys are a disgrace to believers!"

"The prophet worked so hard for our salvation! He was so worried!"

"You actually have other ideas?!"

"You guys are still dreaming of being redeemed?!"

"I, Yuan Dagu, have never seen such a shameless person!"

"Prophet! Let me come!"

"I've been a fan of the god for ten years! I'm absolutely devout in my heart!"

As he spoke, he strode forward.

The prophet was so moved that his face was filled with tears.

Great God Kyrielod! Did you see it?

We still have normal believers!