[Sacred Soothing] is a skill that heals mental damage, and in the face of fear, charm, seduction, provocation, anger, etc., magic and skills targeting emotions can only be prevented and resisted by Sequence 3 [Spiritual Firmness].

Zheng Yi was still scared. It seemed that the old witch's fear technique was indeed very powerful. Moreover, she could sense her own peeping through the soul and take the initiative to attack. The rank seemed very close.

——Even higher? Sequence 1?

Zheng Yi denied this speculation. If it was Sequence 1, it was basically the realm of God, and God could not be looked at directly, otherwise it would be the re-acting of Akara's soul that day, and he would play the role of Akara.

"You come from another world." Zheng Yi concluded.

The demon Arsey was not surprised, admitted happily, and smiled:

"Like you, the evil blasphemy priest, gaga. Because the demons of this world do not understand the high-level demonic language at all. I am really embarrassed for them, and the muddy spoken language they speak really defiles the reputation of our demons."

Zheng Yi said coldly: "Tell me how you came from."

The demon Arsay said, "As you can see, I was summoned by a black-robed mage. He really didn't follow the rules and wanted to enslave me without saying anything. How could Mr. Arsay be enslaved like this? So I gave up my body and ran away."

"The first time I saw someone saying 'being killed' is so fresh and refined." Zheng Yi didn't mind exposing it.

Arsé said awkwardly: "Master Priest, you are so wise. If you can send my soul back, I am willing to give you a considerable amount of wealth. What about the ten soul prisms?"

"It seems that this currency is not universal." Zheng Yi has never heard of it, and it does not exist within his knowledge system. As he contacted more and more worlds, Zheng Yi found that the knowledge of Sequence 2 is basically limited to desert wasteland. It seems that the power of archiving this knowledge does not have the ability to travel through his own time.

"Sir!" the demon cried: "It is not just a currency! Although it is indeed a valuable currency, you can extract the souls in it and use them at will. Of course, most soul prisms are filled with soul fragments, but that is the priests' favorite spell casting material, isn't it?"

"I suspect you have never seen it before." Zheng Yi sneered: "You can even imprint gold coins in your soul, but you don't have such soul prism at all. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Please listen to my explanation!" said the devil: "I can really give you, but I really don't... What I can give you is an address, an address for hiding treasures, there are at least ten soul priests! I dare not deceive you for being a great and powerful blasphemous priest."

"explain."

"In the east, I smelled the scent of the soul prism, really!" said the devil.

Zheng Yi would not believe such nonsense, so he put the Demon Sword directly into his belt. Because Kasha was walking with Akara, Zheng Yi did not want Akara to have the same misunderstanding.

Antiop also saw Kasha and Akara, and she was hesitating whether she should say goodbye immediately. After all, the two worthy people need more time for the Saint. Then she saw the Saint walking towards her, her hands empty.

Zheng Yi said: "Andy, I need to keep this sword for a while. How about I exchange it for you with a full set of magic weapons?"

Antiop hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, what you give is far more than the value of that sword."

"You can't be without weapons." Zheng Yi said to Kasha: "Captain Kasha, can you borrow a set of weapons from Roger's armory first? Sabre, half-sword, long spear and two sets of magic-breaking arrows. Andy is going to travel far recently, and I've left her weapon again."

"Of course there is no problem." Kasha agreed immediately.

Antiop happened to leave, said goodbye to Kasha and Akara and went to the armory.

Zheng Yi slowly walked towards Kasha and Akara and said, "Dear Akara, is there anything wrong?"

Akara said, "I'm sorry to bother you, but there is a friend from the church who needs your help. And in return, he will also help us in the church."

"I want to know what he can do to fight the demons." Zheng Yi asked.

"A book, a magical book." Akara said.

Zheng Yi was aroused of curiosity and said, "I am not questioning you, respected Akara, I am just curious and want to read this book."

"As a matter of course." Akara smiled.

Zheng Yi followed Akara to the synagogue, and the friend who could provide help was already lying in the small reception room of the synagogue. When he saw the Lord Saint coming in, he tried hard to raise his finger and wanted to speak. The result was not optimistic, and even Zheng Yi could not understand what he wanted to say.

Zheng Yi looked at the completely skinny old man in front of him. His eyes were deep, and even the fat on his nose had been lost. His body covered with a blanket was as thin as a child. His whole person was like a wandering zombie in the wilderness.

"This Mr. Rupert McDonald suffered from a strange disease three years ago. A strange force was consuming his vitality. Neither the doctor nor the bishop could save him." Akara introduced.

Zheng Yi opened his spiritual vision and observed the old man's spirit body. This was another spirit body that was unusual, with red as the main body, and the outer edges were covered with a layer of silver light. The red part was the same as the warrior's, and the white border was similar to Cook's spirit body. From the perspective of color, it should be Sequence 8.

Akara introduced the patient in a chat and said:

"Mr. McDonald is a devout believer who left a will that he would be bequeath all his property and collection to the church even if he could not be saved."

Zheng Yi said: "It's an interesting case. He was not cursed, he was not sick, he was injured, but his vitality was losing.

Seeing that Zheng Yi didn't take action, Akara guessed that the matter was not simple. After all, Zheng Yi was a saint who didn't like to procrastinate. The bishops didn't even have time to exchange greetings, and the treatment was over.

Zheng Yi stretched out his hand and applied divine healing to Mr. Rupert McDonald.

A huge amount of life force poured into Mr. Rupert McDonald's body, bulging muscles and fat at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone showed joy.

Mr. McDonald could turn his neck immediately and said hoarsely: "For the first time in three years, I feel so good."

"Ten days." Zheng Yi opened his spiritual vision and saw the world he saw was different from that of a mortal. He said: "In ten days, you will become what you just now."

McDonald's face, which had just become full, twitched: "Your Excellency, Saint, am I going to die? Can't you even save me?"
Chapter completed!