Virtue is Abundant

The entire void began to turn crimson.

——Vientiane Senluo!

This "full screen" attack is coming again!

Wu Xiaode's thoughts flashed, and he quickly thought about the way to break this trick.

Just now, there were many buildings blocking it, and the dirty hands shared part of the attack. Coupled with the defense of the elf armor, he survived in the end.

Even so, he was blown into the square, smashing a deep pothole.

It's still hurting now.

what to do?

……wrong.

Can the Dirty Demon Hand block Vientiane Senluo's attack?

Wu Xiaode reached out and rubbed his chest.

- There is no pain in the chest area.

Yes, the magic hand was blocking here just now.

Why can it resist Vientiane Senluo's attack?

Wu Xiaode's thoughts flashed.

I remember that when I was killed by the Cyclops, this move was recorded in the Book of the Dead.

"Vientiane Sen Luo:"

"Infinite skills, covering all the places Cyclops thinks and thinks, must die in the middle, only death can block it."

Only death can stop it.

The magic mist can't be stopped, because it is an illusion, and the magic hand is the real thing, a physical hand created by the kingdom of death.

Wu Xiaode suddenly looked towards the opposite side.

Infinite red rays emanated from the Pope and quickly struck——

There is no other way.

Wu Xiaode suddenly woke up.

He shouted loudly: "Bai, give me some ghosts!"

The ghost is dead!

Death can block this move!

In a flash, the cardinal appeared in front of him immediately, with several other bishops standing beside him.

"Block it!" Wu Xiaode said.

"yes."

Several bishops lined up, blocking Wu Xiaode like a wall.

"It's useless, you're all going to die!" the Pope roared.

His hands are open.

A more intense crimson light emerged from him, quickly covering all places.

Wu Xiaode remained unmoved, and said in a deep voice: "A few more ghosts, protect my left, right and back."

"No problem." Bai Hu whispered.

The priests appeared.

Everyone formed a four-sided human wall, and even on the top, several people connected together and turned into a human-shaped barrier, protecting Wu Xiaode in the middle.

The wind howled.

Fierce rays of light flashed continuously.

One breath.

Two breaths.

The light gradually dimmed and faded away.

All the ghosts dispersed one by one and disappeared into the void again.

Wu Xiaode stood where he was, safe and sound.

He put his hand on the Dream Blowing Knife, and made a posture of drawing the knife.

The pope's unbelievable voice sounded: "Impossible! No one in history has been able to block this blow of God!"

Clang!

The long knife was drawn out of its sheath, cutting out a series of flying golden threads in the void.

Pope suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it——

Wu Xiaode suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of him.

At this moment, the pope was in front of him, and behind him was the light of the golden thread knife that he cut out.

Is it offensive? Or dodge first?

Wu Xiaode didn't care.

"die!"

With a roar, he raised the long knife in his hand and slashed at the Pope's neck.

The pope put his hands together, and a huge phantom head suddenly appeared on his body.

It's the head of a Cyclops!

I've never seen this trick before, what could it be?

Wu Xiaode slashed it down.

The Cyclops opened its mouth and sucked towards Wu Xiaode's hand——

The Dream Blowing Knife was sucked in immediately.

The long knife fell into Xu Ying's mouth, was chewed several times, and spit it out.

Sharp debris all over the place.

knife--

there is none left.

At this time, we talked about Wu Xiaode again. Thanks to his years of fighting with others, his psychological quality can be regarded as excellent, and he can be regarded as responsive.

The moment the knife was sucked away, he no longer cared about the knife, turned his hands into fists, and swung his fist.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound.

As soon as the pope finished winning with one move, he immediately chanted another spell. The protective spell just happened to be broken, but he was hit by this punch and flew out in the air.

The pope spat out a mouthful of blood, and almost didn't care about anything else, he just shouted loudly: "Repel!"

A circle of light suddenly appeared from the red scepter inserted on the ground, and Wu Xiaode was thrown flying.

Wu Xiaode passed the golden thread he had cut in the air, slowly rolling and dancing.

He landed on the other side of the arena, steadied himself, and boxed.

Only then did the Pope feel relieved, and stretched out his hand to call back the red scepter, held it in his hand, and looked at Wu Xiaode full of vigilance.

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

One knife is gone.

One was hit hard.

At this time, it can be said that there is an equal split. As for who lives and who dies, there are two other things to say.

"The gods are with the devout believers. With this belief, I will overcome everything on the earth." The Pope read a scripture.

Wu Xiaode frowned.

The power exerted by this guy has weakened a lot, not as powerful as the one-eyed giant himself.

But I really didn't expect that Cyclops still has such abilities.

——Destroy weapons directly.

When I returned to the Devil's Nest a few days later and faced it again, once it got bored, no weapon could stand it.

This is how to do?

His expression was seen by the Pope.

"Mortal, you have made so many big mistakes before God, do you regret it now?" the Pope said in a serious tone.

"Don't interrupt, I'm thinking about other things." Wu Xiaode said impatiently.

The pope's face darkened, and he was about to speak when another mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.

"Iron Wire Fist..."

He said in a low voice, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he said in a low voice: "I heard that this boxing technique is like an iron wire piercing the internal organs, it will always destroy people's bodily functions..."

Seeming to have made some kind of decision, the Pope knelt down on his knees and pressed his hands to the ground.

Wu Xiaode's eyes twitched.

This trick has never been used by Cyclops.

Moreover, there was an unprecedented power rising from the other party, as if something extremely terrifying was hidden.

"I didn't want to use this trick, because it represents the ultimate."

"But now I have only one thought."

"Die, Wu Xiaode, go stay in the cage of the God of Death, and never come back alive!"

The Pope roared.

A black deep hole that continuously rotates suddenly appeared on the ground of the arena.

in an instant.

This black deep hole spread out, covering the entire arena.

Wu Xiaode looked around, and saw endless iron cages appearing all around, each cage contained a rotten corpse or white bones.

But death is not here.

——Maybe it is still in that parallel world, looking for its own prey?

Anyway, thankfully it's not there!

Just as Wu Xiaode was thinking, he suddenly saw the Pope's body gradually fade away, almost disappearing from this world.

"This is where the god of death imprisons the soul, you will stay here forever, waiting for the torture of the god of death!"

The pope's voice came from afar.

He disappeared.

The next moment——

The Book of the Undead suddenly opened, revealing lines of small characters written in ice crystals:

"You are a soldier of the world of death, with the rank of the bone dragon, and the awakened power of death—"

"Book of the Dead!"

"This place is not a real kingdom of death, but a cage of souls separated from the realms of life and death."

"It is the cage world where death manifests."

"It is not qualified to detain you!"

The Book of the Dead shook.

I saw the surrounding scene quickly passed away.

Two magic hands appeared from the void, one on the left and one on the right, grabbed Wu Xiaode's arm, and lifted him up——

Instantly.

Wu Xiaode left that world and returned to the arena.

The Pope was panting, his eyes swept away, and suddenly there was another person not far from the opposite side.

"How could you come back!"

The pope lost his voice.

Wu Xiaode raised his finger to the Pope, and said seriously: "I admit that the power of the god behind you is extremely powerful, the next move, let us divide life and death."

He raised his hand and made a fist fight.

The mist blasted away from him, filling the entire arena.

That's right, you can no longer fight the Pope.

Every move of the Cyclops is extremely powerful. This time, I have been in contact with Crimson Ray and Vientiane Senluo for a long time, and just happened to encounter a move that was exempted from death.

If you were someone else, you would never come back.

Can't let the pope take action anymore!

call--

Wu Xiaode stepped on the ground with both feet, and rushed towards the Pope like lightning.

The Pope has calmed down.

He raised his hand to look at his watch, and suddenly laughed again.

"Wu Xiaode, our personal power is so small, it's not worth mentioning in front of the gods."

"We use flesh and soul as sacrifices, and we can summon the power of the gods to descend. If the sacrifice is done properly, the power will be multiplied several times."

As the Pope said, he took out a small jug from his sleeve and poured it onto the red scepter.

Blood flowed out, winding and spreading on the scepter.

Wu Xiaode rushed across half of the arena, and continued to rush towards the Pope.

Get rid of the Pope!

Don't give him any more chances!

The Pope didn't realize it, he held the scepter and drew runes on the ground, and continued:

"The current time is already 11:59. Although I have to go to another world, I have the protection of the gods. I will come back soon and continue to complete a large sacrifice formation here."

"This sacrificial array is presided over by me personally, and it is an extremely powerful ritual ritual."

"It took me almost three minutes to paint it."

"—I guess you can't get back in three minutes."

"After all, that world is almost over."

"If you can come back alive, my sacrificial array must have been completed long ago."

"Wu Xiaode, I'll wait for you here."

"This sacrificial array can exert five times my strength, and you will see what despair is."

The voice fell.

Wu Xiaode hit the pope's face with a punch, but the fist pierced through the pope's body.

12 o'clock sharp!

A strange fluctuation suddenly descended on the two of them.

In a blink of an eye, they disappeared from the spot.

Time continues to flow forward.

After about a minute.

A figure quietly appeared in the arena.

Pope.

He raised the red scepter and carefully sketched the sacrificial runes on the ground.

"That world is about to end."

The Pope murmured in a low voice.

"Wu Xiaode, did you die there, or did you come back and be sacrificed to the demon god by me?"

"whatever."

"In short, your death will be the founding gift of the Holy Nation."

The Pope spoke slowly, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster.

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