Even though Wei Cheng forced the high priest to merge through devouring, how could he use divine power to use his divine power to use his magical power to enlighten trees and give him a brief spiritual consciousness.

It's weird because I've never seen someone like this before!

"They" are full of words and their voices are blurred.

Below, Gong Xiqiu was doubting his life and even forgot to worry about Jimo Qiu. He remembered that the wooden stick was an important medium for the high priest to communicate with gods and an important tool for using magic. If there was no wooden stick, the more powerful divine power would be greatly reduced, and the weaker divine power would be deposed. The older brother was now blocked from divine power, so he would not use any magic.

He didn't restrain his voice, and many people heard it.

As expected, the subsequent development confirmed her speculation.

Wei Cheng naturally understands it even if he can discover it.

Holding a wooden stick, ready to join at any time.

Wei Cheng was completely out of control and laughed wildly.

At the same time, hundreds of barbed vines burst out from Jimo Qiu's feet. The vines were entangled together, like floods bursting into dams, and like countless beautiful poisonous snakes that were sweeping away the snake's body, chasing him reluctantly. Jimo Qiu swept his spear, and the sticky red arc turned into red and white flames with a sound. He rang out without hesitation!

puff--

What are you going to do with me?

Although this was a problem, he used a confident tone to express his feelings, and was forced back by the hammer that hit him on the other hand as soon as he asked.

Wei Cheng lowered his tone when he said this.

"Answer me!"

Jimo Qiu raised his blood-stained hand, relaxed his fingers, and his palms were facing down. The blood ticked down his fingers, splashing down one drop by one. The boy opened his unharmed eye and said, "I said, you shouldn't use your ancestors to measure my strength."

"My blood is divine power."

The giant palm shadow easily shattered the flame.

Yes, this tree man is not a ancestor of the Gongxi clan.

Half of his shoulders were smashed into pieces.

Wei Cheng knew that his old friend was ga when he saw Jimo Qiu.

The power of the high priest is derived from faith in God.

He knew very well that Jimo Qiu's three words were not said to him, but to the master of his chest.

Jimo Qiu, who should have died of corpses, was rising and falling rapidly.

However, Wei Cheng had no friendship with his colleagues and had no reaction to it. If he had to say yes, he would have cursed him in a way. If it weren't for that guy's [Enlightenment] that made Jimo Qiu's strength soar, even if he was not at the peak, he could have smashed one by one by a few hammers, instead of chasing him for dozens of moves and not taking down the high-quality ingredients. Alas, poor his pots were going to be cooked.

puff--

Gong Xiqiu's eyes were even more bloody and he struggled violently to break free from the constraints. Because the movement was too large, the chains on the shackles were thrown to a jingle: "You dare to disturb the ancestors of our tribe!"

He doesn't need to move either!

The ingredients are so high-quality that it makes him feel like he is treasured.

Jimo Qiusong was out of his hand, and his body flew backwards like a broken kite. Even though he tried hard to adjust the center of gravity and used the help of the tree man under his feet to slow down the battlefield, Wei Cheng was moving faster. In the blink of an eye, he swung the bone hammer and stood up again. This time his target was not Jimo Qiu's face armor, but his helmet: "Come on your life!"

A hammer broke through the sky.

The terrifying pressure came from top to bottom, and countless war horses crawled.

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Chapter completed!