"Holy Prayer!" A demigod spoke slowly in the void.
"Only a Holy Prayer can perform it, directly hitting the soul, and all physical defenses will be destroyed!"
"Three thousand Holy Prayers, even if they are only at the seventh level, the magic they perform together, except for a few skeletons with strong soul defense or without souls, all intelligent creatures with souls, without exception, will be purified and converted under the Holy Prayer."
"Terrible power, directly hitting the soul!" The demigod with the black dragon glanced slightly and gave a brief evaluation.
Such a terrifying magic, even a ninth-level black dragon may not be able to resist it.
But fortunately, it takes at least five minutes to chant to perform this magic.
No creature can stop the black dragon for five minutes.
He is very confident of this.
The pure white light shines, and the light sprinkles on the world, and all filth no longer exists.
The sacred power, invisible and intangible, flows quietly like warm spring water. It
gently wraps the bodies of the witches.
Then, it flows into their bodies and their brains.
"No soul?" The priest in white priest robes frowned slightly. "No, it's actually integrated with the body!"
"Amazing! It's actually integrated with the flesh!" He repeated it again, with a smile on his face.
It's been a long time since I encountered such an interesting thing.
Soft as a veil, the world is pure white, and the sacred light flows into the blood of the witches.
The violent and fierce breath is like the ancient vastness.
Wild and rough.
"I see! It's not just the body, the soul is actually integrated with the blood!" The old priest's eyes shone.
The blood exudes a fierce and violent breath.
But the more this happened, the more he was interested.
The three thousand seventh-level holy supplicants have never failed to cast their sacred prayers.
Even if the other party believes in the real gods, even if they are fanatics, they can change their beliefs.
Relying on such divine arts, he has converted many believers for the Lord of Dawn.
Countless holy powers penetrated into the blood of the witches who were rampaging in the wolf cavalry.
The next moment, the holy power condensed and took shape in the world of blood and soul.
In the dark, an extremely huge shadow, with a body stretching billions of miles, was filled with holy brilliance, and angels surrounded it.
Kneel!
Do not blaspheme!
Bow your head!
Do not peek!
This is the power of the sacred prayer. The holy power creates an infinitely strong and infinitely sacred shadow of the gods in the other party's soul world.
No one can resist such power.
This huge and holy shadow turned around and looked around. The earth was emerald green, like a continent made of green crystal.
The body of billions of miles walked on the emerald green earth.
In the past, when this magic was performed, the soul world encountered was at most a few hundred or thousands of square kilometers.
Even a finger of the sacred shadow could not be accommodated. How could this world be so huge and so desolate, with nothing but the emerald green earth?
The soul world is based on what the caster sees.
So, is this world the world that these three thousand monsters saw with their own eyes?
But, is there really such a world?
A terrifying vibration came, and a terrifying black shadow as huge as a galaxy suddenly fell.
Wait!
The phantom of the gods in billions of miles opened his mouth in shock.
Because he found that the huge black shadow like a galaxy was actually a cat's claw.
He looked around, and a terrifying guess arose in his heart.
This verdant continent with no visible boundaries, which was like a universe, was actually a green leaf of grass?
Before he had time to think more, the terrifying claws like a galaxy fell.
Plane fragments, the center of the battlefield.
The old priest floating in the air, along with three thousand holy supplicants, suddenly opened his eyes and opened his mouth, "Fear..."
The next moment, they had no breath at all, and fell softly to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
The sacred phantom condensed by the sacred prayer is the spiritual power of three thousand holy supplicants. If not, it would never be possible for his believers to convert their faith.
But now, they actually saw the soul world in the blood of the three thousand witches, and their souls were directly shattered!
"What!"
"Three thousand holy supplicants, including an eighth-level priest, were all killed!"
"What did they see!" The demigods looked at each other in shock.
Even the demigod with the black dragon was no exception. Although
he was not afraid of the holy supplicants, it was only because he had the ability to kill them all before they released the holy prayer.
But once the holy prayer was cast, even the black dragon would change his faith.
But now, the holy prayer was clearly effective, but the three thousand holy supplicants died instead.
What did they see!
This was the doubt that emerged in the hearts of all the demigods.
The three thousand witches had a slight perception of the scene between blood and soul, but they didn't care at all. They
even deliberately let down their guard and let these sacred powers enter their souls.
The blood of the witches came from the great god Pangu!
Even if they don't cultivate their souls, what does it matter?
Have you ever heard of a witch who was controlled by the charm of the soul in the world?
The mages frowned.
Even though they were naturally opposed to the priests from the Lord of Dawn,
and the relationship between the god of magic they believed in and the Lord of Dawn was not very good,
they had to admit that the strength of these holy supplicants was definitely not weak.
Even when the holy prayer was cast, it was difficult for them to resist.
Now, they died silently like this?
Their thoughts turned, and the spells in their mouths did not stop.
However, at this moment, fifty soybean-sized, spinning seals flew over their heads.
No one noticed it on the fierce battlefield.
Because these small seals were too small.
Outside the battlefield, the elven queen on the top of the mountain suddenly changed her face.
With the previous experience of the witch clan, she paid special attention to all changes on the battlefield.
Although these small seals were very small, only the size of soybeans.
But she instinctively felt something was wrong. She
quickly shouted, "No! Quickly knock those things away!"
Although she instinctively felt something was wrong, these small seals were too small and there was no magic fluctuation. They could not be magic props.
Such a small size could not carry too much alchemical explosives.
So, she just reminded the magicians to knock these small seals away.
The magicians raised their heads and looked at the strange creations that were the size of soybeans, rotating, simple, and without a trace of brilliance 300 meters above their heads. They frowned
in confusion.
What is it?
There is no magic fluctuation, it is not a magic creation.
Could it be a miniature explosive similar to an alchemical bomb? Do they think that such a small thing can threaten the noble magicians!
As long as the spell is completed, these three thousand monsters will all die!
The Mountain Seal depicts three formations: magnification, reduction, and gravity.
Now, it's time to let these guys know.
In the East, there are not only witches, but also magic weapons.
"Big! Big! Big!"