Global Invasion: I Can Card BUG

Chapter 316
The old man showed surprise, as if he was surprised that Ye Tianyu could block these spears.

After fighting in a short period of time, he has already seen that Ye Tianyu's strength is no more than eighth rank or so.

After the sixth level, the gap between each level is still quite large, as long as you make a move, you can almost see the depth of the opponent.

But if you don't make a move, you can only rely on your intuition and some spells to investigate.

"Boy, with your strength, you are considered a high-ranking member of the Demon Hunter Organization. Is it the organization's will to attack us suddenly?" The old man said indifferently.

Just after finishing speaking, he began to murmur prayers in a low voice again, not even giving Ye Tianyu time to answer.

A black mist that covered Ye Tianyu's perception filled the side, and he felt as if he had lost his five senses in a trance.

The five senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch disappeared completely. Even the sword in his hand could no longer be sensed. He fell into boundless darkness.

In this case, he is completely a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and the enemy's random attack can hit him!
Human beings are animals of perception, even if a superhuman loses the five senses, it will be extremely difficult, unless he has other perception abilities.

The only part that Ye Tianyu can feel now is the eight legs on the back. The magical technique of shielding the five senses did not affect the normal performance of the legs.

"Old man, are you disgusting? You didn't even finish talking, so you started!" Ye Tianyu yelled loudly, losing his own hearing. He couldn't judge and control his own voice, just like a person wearing earphones Always speak louder.

The black mist cuts off all perception, but it does not separate it from the outside world, and the voice clearly reaches the old man's ears.

The old man just smiled faintly, and continued to say his prayers with slightly moving lips.

After all, divine spells are a type of spells, but they are a little different from the caster's magic.

Priests who perform divine spells pray for power from the gods they believe in, and use the mighty power bestowed by the gods to perform spells.

Since the spell is cast with the power of the gods, the power and effect of the spell are all a template, unlike other magicians who can adjust the output of magic power to control the power of the spell.

Therefore, the old man does not need equipment such as a staff, but only needs a pious heart.

Only by integrating yourself with the will of the gods can you get the attention and love of the gods.

As a demigod, he is the spokesperson of the gods in the world!
The area shrouded in black mist began to gradually collapse as the prayers were recited, and there were bursts of crisp, glass-shattering sounds that were extremely ear-piercing.

However, under the cover of the black mist, no one knows what happened inside, but it is certain that this will not be a self-entertaining music.

The old man was worried, and continued to chant other prayers. The power bestowed by the Lord was infused into his body along with an invisible connection, and another spell model condensed in his mind.

But in reality, the black fog kept crackling, as if countless glass cups fell to the ground and shattered, and then there were thorns surrounding the black fog.

The black mist is like a cage to imprison sinners, and the surrounding thorns are torture tools for punishing sinners. Slowly approaching the interior of the black mist seems to stab the people inside into holes.

Not only that, but a huge beheading knife appeared above the black mist, and the beheading knife condensed by the strange black air slashed straight towards the inside of the black mist.

After being attacked by so many types, no sound could be heard from inside the black mist, and the air was deadly quiet. It seemed that the sinner had already been cut into pieces and pierced all over his body.

The old man finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a look of tiredness appeared on his old face.

After chanting prayers and casting spells several times in a row, even he was exhausted.

The chanting of the priest's prayers is not free. No god is willing to give believers power without restraint. If you can cast spells without loss by chanting a few prayers, then the gods will have to be punished for thousands of years. I'm bald.

Therefore, the power that priests gain from reciting prayers is actually the power of faith accumulated in daily life. Gods use faith to burn divine fire and lift up the Kingdom of God. After the transformation of godhead, the power of faith of believers is an excellent source of power.

The power of faith comes from the soul of the creature itself, and it is the product of the soul. As long as you have faith and are willing to pray devoutly, this power will eventually be transmitted to the hands of the gods.

This kind of business is safe for the gods, but not for the believers, because the prayers of ordinary believers will not get the power of feedback.

Only priests who have been baptized and recognized by the church can perform divine spells.

Spread the faith and the church widely, allowing all believers to provide the power of faith. After transformation, it is given to a few priests in the name of "gifts"
Moreover, in order to prevent the priests from using divine spells indiscriminately, when chanting prayers and performing divine spells, the priest's mental power and willpower will also be consumed. It is called a "trial" sent by the gods.

Tsk tsk, you can make a profit without losing money.

After confirming that there was no sound coming from the black mist, the old man managed to remove the black mist and was able to see clearly what was going on inside.

However, when the black mist dissipated, there was no one inside, only a devastated void.

"Hey, it feels uncomfortable to be empty, so many spells are all hit on the air, anyone will be discouraged."

The old man's pupils shrank sharply, and he turned his head to look to the side in horror.

Ye Tianyu was suspended in the air, with a bottle of potion with the cap opened in his hand. He was leaning against the void with a contented face, as if he were sitting on his own sofa. The eight legs behind him were firmly fixed on the void, stabilizing him. Body.

He sighed with regret, with an expression of "I gave you a chance but you didn't cherish it".

Throwing aside the potion bottle that he drank up, Ye Tianyu took out his sword, the aura exuding from his body was far better than before, and there were slender and sharp blades on the sword.

An illusory and erratic transparent armor also appeared on his body, the armor flashed with light, and several huge crows suddenly appeared beside him, staring fiercely at the old man.

Lion?Raven?
And the potion I just took, could it be a viper?

The three most powerful moves of the witcher.

"The skills of the three schools of demon hunters. How can you master all the powerful moves of the three schools?" The old man asked in shock, losing his previous indifference.

He clearly interpreted the meaning of "Live to be old, learn to be old", and the well-informed old man immediately saw that something was wrong with Ye Tianyu.

Never since ancient times has there been a case of a witcher mastering the prowess of multiple genres!

No, no, in the truth hidden behind the history, it seems that there is indeed a demon hunter who has mastered the extraordinary skills of the two schools, thus becoming the leader of the demon hunters
The forbidden person?

"Who are you!" the old man asked sharply.

"Oh, you were about to chop me into several pieces just now, and you only asked me about my identity now." Ye Tianyu felt very sorry.

"As you think, I'm just a witcher."

The sword drew a stream of light, and there was a strong whistling sound of squeezed air between the slashing of the air blade with willpower as the source of power, like the howling of evil spirits in hell, urging the living to be with them as soon as possible .

"Do you demon hunters believe that all the people in our church are 'demons'?" the old man asked sharply, and then he recited the prayer again.

"A dog is self-aware, it seems that you are not bad." Ye Tianyu's eyes were cold.

PS: Inexplicably, there is another chapter. This does not match the author's idea at all!I originally wanted to finish opening a new pit sooner.
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