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Six hundred and seventieth fifth soul calcination

He began to change from the illusion, and then transformed into the appearance of being crucified, and then activated his magic power, and suddenly the whole room lit up.

"who?"

Father Jack felt the change in the shadow, raised his head suddenly, and was shocked to find that the original roof was gone, replaced by a cross that exuded holy light and was suspended there.

"God? God?"

Father Jack couldn't believe it.

"Devil, do you know your sin?"

The sound was as loud as thunder, but Jack was stunned.

"Hahaha, it turns out you are a liar. Who are you?"

"I am Jesus, I am God, I am God, and I am the salvation of all peoples."

"Haha, bullshit Jesus, bullshit God. If someone relies on religion to adjust his mood and spirit, then he is a smart person. If he really believes in it, then he must be a fool."

Father Jack shouted disdainfully. He didn't know what the flaw was, and he didn't believe Wang Tao's dress at all.

"Why don't you ask for my salvation now?"

"Salvation? Don't be stupid. The only one who can redeem yourself is only interests. I know my business. If I am strong, I will always be fine. If you are strong, I will die. Competition and interests are the essence of the world.

, To be honest, I only believe in God for mental control and profit for myself."

"I really didn't expect you to understand that life is like a play, but I don't understand. Where did I leak the flaw?"

Wang Tao originally wanted to destroy Father Jack's faith, but he ended up worrying too much. This guy not only did not believe in God, but he also easily realized that he was not God at all.

"God does not speak Chinese and has never become a Chinese belief."

Jack said, then slowly leaned back.

There was a table behind him and a pistol in the drawer. At the moment, he thought that the only way he could survive was by holding Yuan Tingting hostage.

After all, a person can appear here and change the surrounding environment. Even if it is not God, it is far beyond his reach.

Maybe this is a Chinese cultivator? It's really terrifying.

Wang Tao didn't seem to notice his little move, but returned to his original appearance and looked at him calmly.

"Religion is just culture. Treating religion as belief is extremely foolish. China has its own culture. Without this culture, China will be a toothless tiger."

"What culture?"

Wang Tao asked calmly. This kind of question was something he had never thought about before.

"The culture of the clan and the country is in line with both the laws of nature and the law of the jungle. No force can destroy a fully armed giant."

"Gathering is like a ball of fire, scattering is like small sparks. This is indeed very suitable for finite people, but it will no longer be the case... When spiritual energy is revived and human beings change from finite to infinite, all collective culture will become personal property."

"Are you saying that cultivation can allow people to grow infinitely?"

Father Jack is not stupid after all.

"Yes, but you have no chance. You can't even see God. I will burn your soul for hundreds of years in front of the cross you believe in."

"Haha, don't move. If you move, I'll kill her."

Father Jack laughed and pointed the gun in his hand at Yuan Tingting, who was sleeping on the bed.

"I am already an infinite person, you think limited bullets can stop me."

Wang Tao said and snapped his fingers, and suddenly Jack started to smoke.

"Atoning for your sins in the fire!"

A ball of real fire suddenly began to spring up in Father Jack's body, burning his body mercilessly as he screamed.

He opened his mouth to scream, but all the sounds he made were burned clean as soon as he came out. Even the sound could not escape the flames.

He rolled on the ground like a maggot, his pistol already melting into nothingness.

Not long after, his body was burned clean, leaving only a black humanoid soul standing there with its mouth wide open, howling in pain, but no sound came out.

Wang Tao's expression remained unchanged. The white garbage here is all over Europe and the United States. It is simply a different species from the Chinese.

Wang Tao waved, and Yuan Tingting, who fell into a coma, fell into his arms. He created a restriction to seal the place, and then disappeared with a movement of his body.

Flying out of the church, Wang Tao channeled a trace of his origin and instantly eliminated the toxins in Yuan Tingting's body and the potential root causes of the disease for many years.

"Slut...let me go..."

Yuan Tingting opened her eyes suddenly and saw that her arm was being held by someone. Without saying a word, she opened her mouth and bit Wang Tao's shoulder.

"Are you a dog?"

Wang Tao stopped in the sky and suddenly turned his head funny and asked.

"ah……."

Yuan Tingting was biting hard when she saw a familiar face from the corner of her eye, and she suddenly froze.

The pupils in her eyes dilated and she slowly relaxed, her face already covered with tears.


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