"Bang!" With the explosion of the amplification altar, the live broadcast stopped abruptly.
The live broadcast lasted less than ten minutes, but because there was an entire superpower behind it, it was immediately spread to the whole world.
With the help of the spread of the Internet, countless disciples of the first round of sect naturally saw this live broadcast, and they were extremely excited after seeing this video.
"This is a contempt for our beliefs!"
"Those who don't believe will surely fall into the flame hell!"
"Destroy his family!"
"Dead! Die!"
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In the country of Mysore, there are voices clamoring for revenge everywhere. Ning Yanhuo described their idiots, waste, and garbage in the live broadcast, which deeply hurt the self-esteem of these people.
They must not tolerate people who insult their beliefs living in this world!
"It's a fatal blow for a curse-type ability..." Ramdo was already aware of the troubles of the situation.
Maybe the believers at the bottom don't know the power of this level of power, but he knows that this is definitely a disaster that can affect the entire country.
At this time, he even hoped that the opponent's attack would hit him. Even if he consumed ten death-for-death holy spirits, it would be better than attacking these ordinary believers.
"Your wish has been fulfilled. You can survive in this world for ten days by hanging on the heart of this tree." Bai Mo supported Ning Yanhuo's head with his thoughts, and spoke to him in a calm tone.
"Ten days? That's enough. Thanks to the altar, my curse can last for seven days. I don't think anyone can survive a week with the kind of itch that goes deep into the bone marrow."
"Wait for two days, the day after tomorrow, it's my turn."
"I'm a little curious. With your strength, if you want to destroy a round of teaching, even if you push it flat, you should be able to kill a piece of armor without leaving it. Why do you need me?" After completely releasing the hatred in his heart , Ning Yanhuo calmed down.
"One round of teaching is not as simple as you think. At least Ramdo can hurt me."
"Just hurt?"
"If you want to really kill me, unless at least half of the fifth ranks on this planet shoot together, and then take the lives of half of them."
"So you're not invincible."
"Not yet, but soon." Bai Mo didn't have too many plans to hide the dying man in front of him.
Just when a group of round believers began to gather to denounce this bastard who blasphemed their beliefs, the curse really began to fall.
"My feet! It's itchy!"
"I'm left-handed, it's so itchy!"
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Although it was a rally, the original speaker had to leave midway because of a sudden severe itching.
A large group of people with itchy feet no longer cared about any image, and took off their shoes and socks in the square, scratching desperately with their hands.
There are also some private parts that are extremely itchy, almost running to the house and the toilet at a desperate speed.
And the most desperate among them is the itchy person in the middle of the back. That position happened to be the dead corner of the hand, and they couldn't bear the itching, so they could only lie on the ground and rub the ground desperately.
In less than two minutes, someone was already bleeding from scratching, but they still couldn't stop. Itching is more uncomfortable than pain in many cases.
Some people jumped into the pool in the park to try to relieve the itching with the help of the water, but the effect was not great.
Someone took out the ointment at home and applied it layer by layer. Unfortunately, they seemed to have forgotten the words Ning Yanhuo said that there is no cure.
The whole country of Mysore is a round of believers. Such a curse immediately shut down the whole country. Under the extreme itch, almost only the upper class with almost zero faith can have enough thinking ability.
"Everyone, now we are facing the most severe test in history!" Ramdo immediately called an emergency meeting.
He knew that his response to this attack was a complete mistake. It should be said that no one would have thought of using such a roundabout method, but he is a god, and a god cannot admit his mistakes.
"A missionary has just tested that the power of faith can temporarily suppress this curse..." a subordinate reported.
"In this case, let go of the reserve of the power of faith in God's country for the time being, and hand it over to missionaries everywhere."
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"yes!"
Ramdo didn't feel any joy about this solution that was not an option.
The behind-the-scenes black hand who can seriously injure himself is still hidden behind. According to his guess, the black hand should be the person in charge of taking the video. At this stage, he is actually consuming the foundation of his kingdom of God. After all, as long as the power of faith continues, he will almost Impossible to beat.
After the first nationwide itching lasted for fifteen minutes, it finally disappeared temporarily. Everyone who had just been tortured for fifteen minutes was already sweating profusely.
Those who were rubbing on the ground didn't even care about the holes in their clothes, and just collapsed on the ground. The intense exercise just now exhausted their physical strength excessively.
Taking advantage of this rare time, many people recalled every curse that Ning Yanhuo uttered just now, wishing to eat its flesh, tear its bones apart, or even cut it into pieces.
There are also some people who are not strong-willed. After fifteen minutes of tossing, they have already begun to have a little bit of that kind of thought. It's just that in this country where all people believe in religion, even if they have such a thought, they must be strictly hidden. .
itch! itch! itch!
Another fifteen minutes later, the severe itching broke out again, this time in a different place, the itchy left hand was now the right hand, and the itchy feet turned into the neck itching.
And in the trenches of the Western Front, fighting the European Union, the situation was even more desperate.
The itching of the body one after another made these originally steadfast fighters unable to hold the guns in their hands steadily, and the itching made them tremble uncontrollably when aiming.
The battlefield priest who was originally a morale booster was using his own strength to suppress the itching. They have a devout belief in the god of rounds, and now they can only support themselves, and have no intention of taking care of other people.
"Great God, why did you put such a test on us?" There was only one thought left in the minds of countless people suffering from itching.
Despair and anger began to sweep across the country, but anger could not free them from physical pain, and the itching that life was worse than death made these people even have no strength to vent their anger, so despair is quietly spreading.
The fire brigade, composed of priests, had no way of extinguishing the raging flames that had spread across the country.
What's more, the relieving itching of the power of faith only treats the symptoms but not the root cause. Once the suppression is lost, it still comes once every fifteen minutes.
The deeper the belief, the more serious this fatal itching is. These loyal believers are the cornerstone for the upper echelons of the round sect to practice quickly with the power of faith.
But now, the cornerstone supporting the entire system began to falter in such a surprise move.