Chapter 128: The 127th Chapter: Granting Divine Arts
The beast was startled, and sensing the danger, it gave up the fatal blow and subconsciously jumped back to avoid it.
After jumping to avoid the attack, it jumped up again with great speed, but this time it pounced on the leader, its claws flashing coldly in the sun.
"Leader!" The others exclaimed.
The leader was also a little frightened. According to past experience, he would definitely not be able to dodge this attack, and he might even be seriously injured!
After all, no matter how fast an ordinary person's speed and reaction are, how could they be faster than this wild beast.
In an instant, the bloody mouth and claws were about to hit him.
Sensing the danger, the leader subconsciously urged the light power that had just been born in his body not long ago, but because it absorbed the crystallization of faith, it was neither strong nor weak.
A burst of light instantly bloomed on his body!
As soon as the beast's claws touched the white light, it was like grabbing cowhide, and it was difficult to move.
The leader and the beast crossed each other.
"Hiss..."
Looking at the bloody scratches on his chest, the leader was somewhat surprised and delighted.
"It's just a little scratch?" He thought to himself.
After thinking about it, he looked at the beast that was looking at him with some doubts and vigilance. Suddenly, his murderous intent surged, and he rushed forward with a stone spear!
After knowing that he was protected by the white light, he became bolder. As long as the power of light was quickly consumed, he had nothing to fear.
The mighty scene of the leader stunned the other onlookers, and they were full of envy when they saw the white light on him.
"Is this the power given by God? It's so powerful!"
The leader fought with the beast, and the roars of beasts and people continued to sound.
With a muffled groan, he endured the pain of the claws grabbing his body. The white light attached to the stone spear, and while the beast had no time to retreat, a stone spear immediately pierced its fragile belly!
"Ah!" The leader roared, and the stone spear went straight in, and blood splattered instantly.
"Roar!"
The beast screamed and tried to struggle and escape, but unfortunately it was held down by the leader, and its belly was pierced by the stone spear with white light attached.
The beast roared from fierce struggle to weakness, the leader's arms were throbbing with veins, and he was gasping for breath, and the light power in his body was almost exhausted.
After a while, the beast stopped struggling.
The other four people came over with lingering fear, looking at the leader covered in blood, and asked worriedly, "Chief, are you okay?"
The leader endured his weak body and panted, "They are all minor injuries, go check on Feng!"
The four people walked to Feng's side and found that he fell to the ground and couldn't move, his upper body was still covered in blood, and his consciousness was a little drowsy.
Just looking at the deep wounds that could be seen to the bone, they couldn't help but gasp.
Just looking at them, they all felt a little pain in their backs, not to mention Feng who felt it personally.
"Can you get up?" Fang squatted down and asked carefully.
"I..." Feng wanted to say something, but the blood that kept oozing out made his consciousness unclear, so he couldn't say a complete sentence.
Fang frowned and said, "Let's take him to see the priest quickly, otherwise his life will be in danger!"
Those deep wounds that were deep enough to bite the bone were really shocking. If he didn't get treatment, he would be dead!
The leader also came over at this time, "You guys lift him carefully, let Fang carry him!"
The other people responded, squatted down and carefully lifted Feng, and then put him on Fang's back.
Seeing that they had packed up, the leader hurriedly turned around and carried the dead beast.
The six people ran quickly towards the tribe.
After more than 20 minutes, several people came to the outskirts of the tribe panting.
The patrolling tribesmen immediately saw them. When they saw their bloody appearance, some of them turned around and ran to find the priest to prepare medical supplies in advance.
The leader and others took Feng and came to the open space in the center of the tribe surrounded by other tribesmen.
In the divine stone space, Su Yun was staring at the newly emerged characters, lost in thought, and was suddenly awakened by them.
"Is anyone injured?"
The morning sun shone down, and the air was still a little damp and cold.
Feng was lying on his back, and the old priest ran over hurriedly with herbs and medicines given by God.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
He walked to Feng's side and looked at the wound with some fear.
The old priest looked at Feng's face and found that he had lost consciousness, and his whole face was pale. He
took out the God-given medicine, which was already very scarce after these days.
After carefully treating the wound and applying various medicines, Feng's breathing still became weak, and the old priest looked a little worried.
Looking up at the worried expressions of the others, he sighed and said, "It all depends on him now. If he can make it, he can live. If he can't, then..."
"May God bless him, alas..."
He didn't finish his words, but everyone around him knew very well what he wanted to say. Those wounds that were deep enough to see the bones were still bleeding!
For a moment, everyone was a little worried.
It would depend on luck if Feng wanted to make it. Even seeing that he was unconscious and dying, they knew that it was not a good thing.
"How about we go and ask God for help?" Someone whispered weakly. As
soon as he spoke, the scene suddenly became quiet.
They all remembered the scene when Mao and others were blessed by God with miracles and healed instantly. If Feng could get the grace of God, he would definitely be cured!
Upon hearing this, the old priest frowned and shouted, "Shut up!"
"It has always been the gods who have mercy on us and actively grant us miracles. How can we ask for miracles every time something happens?"
The old priest knew that this matter must not be started. If we ask for help from the gods every time something happens, it may work once, but can we ask for help from the gods every time?
The others were even more silent after hearing this, and even the person who said that before lowered his head in shame.
They knew how noble the status of the gods was, and it was not something that mortals like them could ask for casually.
Su Yun, who was secretly observing, shook his head after hearing this and began to think about how to deal with this matter. He
first ruled out showing up in person to treat.
Possessing the old priest to treat?
Thinking of this, he frowned instead. If it was just once, it would be fine. If it was done every time, not to mention whether he would be bored, the tribesmen would become dependent on him, which was not advisable...
"By the way, divine arts!"
Suddenly, Su Yun's mind flashed with inspiration, and he thought of the divine arts performed by the divine warriors of the Ice Tribe.
Obviously, those moves were given by the God of Ice. Since He could do this, it means that he could also give divine arts.
"Try it!"
His consciousness came to the divine space and looked at the healing characters that were running around the divine.
After just a little thought, he was ready to act according to his idealistic idea, although he was not sure whether it would succeed.
He put part of his consciousness on the healing characters and the other part on the old priest's faith thread, and silently said in his heart, "Give!"
In an instant, just when this idea came up, the healing characters that were originally running around the divine paused slightly, and in a blink of an eye, a phantom separated from the characters.
The characters were transparent, without any other colors, and instantly flew towards the old priest's faith thread, and then disappeared.
"Very good... This is very idealistic!"
Su Yun twitched his mouth. There was no need to think that the phantom character must have run to the old priest. The old priest
in the outside world
shook his head, and when he was about to say something comforting, he was stunned.
Because he felt that there seemed to be something extra in his body.
With the inner vision he had recently figured out, he clearly saw an illusory pattern appear in his body.
Just as he was wondering, he felt as if he had returned to the embrace of light, and a sacred voice rang out.
After Qiancheng heard the words in his ear, he was shocked.
"Healing magic?!"
(End of this chapter)
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