Wu Xiaode thought about lightning and quickly thought of ways to crack this move.
Just now, there were many buildings blocking him, and the Dirty Demonic Hands shared part of the attack. Coupled with the defense of the goblin armor, he finally survived.
Even so, he was knocked into the square and made a deep hole.
My body is still hurting now.
what to do?
……wrong.
The dirty magic hand can actually block Wanxiang 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 withstand the attack of Wanxiang Senluo?
Wu Xiaode's mind was racing.
I remember when I was killed by the one-eyed giant, this move was recorded in the Book of the Dead.
"Wanxiang Senluo:"
"The infinite technique covers everything the one-eyed giant thinks about. It will kill you. Only death can stop it."
Only death can stop it.
The magic mist cannot stop it, because it is an illusion, and the magic hand is a real thing, a physical hand created from the kingdom of death.
Wu Xiaode suddenly looked across.
Endless red light emanated from the Pope and struck quickly——
There is no other way.
Wu Xiaode suddenly woke up.
He shouted: "Bai, give me some scoundrels!"
The demon is dead!
Death can block this move!
There was a flash in the sky, and the cardinal immediately appeared in front of him, with several other bishops standing beside him.
"Block!" Wu Xiaode said.
"yes."
Several bishops lined up in a row, blocking Wu Xiaode like a wall.
"It's useless, you are all going to die!" the Pope shouted.
His hands are open.
A richer crimson light emerged from his body and quickly filled all the places.
Wu Xiaode was unmoved and said in a deep voice: "A few more scoundrels will come to protect my left, right and back."
"No problem." Bai Hu whispered.
The priests showed up.
Everyone formed a four-sided human wall, and even a few people on the top were connected to form 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 became dim and extinguished.
All the ghosts dispersed in turn and disappeared into the void again.
Wu Xiaode stood where he was, safe and sound.
He put his hand on the Blowing Dream Sword and made a gesture to draw the sword.
The Pope's incredible voice sounded: "Impossible! No one in history has ever been able to block God's blow!"
Clang!
The long sword was unsheathed and cut out streaks of flying golden threads in the void.
The Pope suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it from the air——
Wu Xiaode immediately disappeared from the place 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 sword he had cut out.
Should we attack? Or should we dodge first?
Wu Xiaode didn't care anymore.
"die!"
He roared angrily, raised his long knife and slashed at the Pope's neck.
The Pope put his hands together, and a huge phantom of his head suddenly appeared on his body.
It's the head of a Cyclops!
I’ve never seen this move before, what could it be?
Wu Xiaode chopped it off with one knife.
The one-eyed giant opened his mouth and sucked Wu Xiaode's hand——
Chui Meng Dao was immediately sucked in.
The long knife sank into Xu Ying's mouth, was chewed hard several times, and then spat out.
There were sharp debris all over the floor.
knife--
there is none left.
At this time, Wu Xiaode was mentioned again. Thanks to his constant fighting with others, his psychological quality was considered to be excellent and his response was timely.
The moment the knife was sucked away, he no longer cared about the knife, turned his hands into fists, and made a swing.
Boom!
There was a muffled sound.
As soon as the pope succeeded with one move, he immediately recited another mantra. The protective spell happened to be broken, but he was hit by the 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: "Repulse!"
The red scepter inserted in the ground suddenly emitted a circle of light, and Wu Xiaode was thrown away.
Wu Xiaode let go of the golden thread he cut in mid-air, and slowly rolled and danced.
He flew down to the other side of the arena, stood firm, and got into a boxing stance.
The Pope felt relieved, reached out and called back the red scepter, held it in his hand, and looked at Wu Xiaode warily.
Neither of them spoke for a moment.
One knife is gone.
One was hit hard.
At this point it can be said that the situation is evenly divided, but there are still two opinions as to who will live and who will die.
"The gods are with the devout believers, and with this belief, I will conquer everything on earth." The Pope read a verse.
Wu Xiaode frowned.
The power this guy exerted was much weakened, and it was not as powerful as the one-eyed giant himself.
But I really didn't expect that the one-eyed giant had such ability.
——Directly destroy weapons.
A few days later, when I returned to the Demon Cave and faced it again, once it got annoyed, no weapon could withstand it.
What can I do?
His expression was seen by the Pope.
"Mortal, you have made so many big mistakes before God. Now, do you regret it?" 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 when he was about to speak, he spit out another mouthful of blood.
"Iron Fist..."
He whispered, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he whispered: "I heard that this boxing method is like an iron wire piercing the internal organs, which will continue to destroy people's body functions..."
As if he had made some kind of decision, the Pope knelt on his knees and put his hands on the ground.
The corners of Wu Xiaode's eyes twitched.
This move has never been used by a one-eyed giant.
Moreover, the other party clearly had an unprecedented power, as if there was something extremely terrifying hidden in it.
"I didn't want to use this trick because it represents the ultimate."
"But now I only have one thought."
"Die, Wu Xiaode, stay in the cage of the God of Death, and never come back alive again!"
The Pope roared angrily.
A deep, rotating black hole suddenly appeared on the ground of the arena.
In an instant.
This deep black hole spread and enveloped the entire arena.
Wu Xiaode looked around and saw endless iron cages appearing all around. In each cage, there was a rotting corpse or white bones.
But Death is not here.
——Maybe it is still in that parallel world, looking for its prey?
Anyway, luckily it's not here!
Wu Xiaode was thinking about it when he suddenly saw the Pope's body slowly fading away, almost disappearing from this world.
"This is where the God of Death imprisons the soul. You can 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 Dead suddenly opened, revealing lines of small words in ice crystals:
"You are a soldier of the death world, with a military rank personally awarded by Bone Dragon, and with the awakened power of death——"
"Book of the Dead!"
"This place is not the real kingdom of death, it is just a soul prison that is separated from the world of life and death."
"It is a caged world where death manifests itself."
"It has no right to imprison you!"
The Book of the Dead was shocked.
I saw the surrounding scenes passing quickly.
Two demonic hands appeared from the void, one on the left and one on the right, grabbing Wu Xiaode's arm and lifting him upward——
All of a sudden.
Wu Xiaode left that world and returned to the arena.
The Pope was panting, and when he glanced around, he suddenly saw someone not far away from the opposite side.
"How could you come back!"
The Pope lost his voice.
Wu Xiaode raised his hand and pointed at the Pope, and said seriously: "I admit that the power of the god behind you is extremely powerful. With the next move, let us distinguish between life and death."
He raised his hands and made a fist stance.
The mist suddenly dispersed from his body and filled the entire arena.
That's right, we can no longer fight the Pope.
Every move of the One-Eyed Giant was extremely powerful. This time, he had been exposed to the Crimson Ray and the Vientiane Sun Luo for a long time, and he happened to encounter a move that caused death saving throws.
If it had been anyone else, he would never have come back.
We can’t let the Pope take action anymore!
call--
Wu Xiaode kicked off his feet and rushed toward 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 that it is not worth mentioning in front of the gods."
"We use our flesh and soul as sacrifices to call upon the power of the gods to come. If the sacrifice is done properly, the power will be multiplied several times."
The Pope said, taking out a small pot from his sleeve and pouring it towards the red scepter.
Blood flowed out and spread on the scepter.
Wu Xiaode rushed across half of the arena and continued to rush towards the Pope.
Kill the Pope!
Don't give him any more chances!
The Pope seemed unaware, holding the scepter and drawing runes on the ground, and continued:
"The time is now 11:59. Although I have to go to another world, I have the protection of the gods. I will be back soon and continue to complete a large sacrifice formation here."
"I personally preside over this ritual formation. It is an extremely powerful ritual ritual."
"It took me almost three minutes to paint it."
"——I guess you can't make it back in three minutes."
"After all, that world is almost over."
"If you could come back alive, my sacrifice formation would have been completed long ago."
"Wu Xiaode, I'm waiting for you here."
"This sacrifice array can exert five times my power, and you will see what despair is."
The voice fell.
Wu Xiaode punched the Pope directly in the face, but his fist penetrated through the Pope's body.
12 o'clock sharp!
A strange wave suddenly fell on the two of them.
Their figures flashed and disappeared from where they were.
Time continues to flow forward.
About a minute later.
A figure quietly appeared on 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 softly.
"Wu Xiaode, will you die there, or will you come back and be sacrificed to the devil by me?"
"Whatever you want."
"In short, your death will become the founding gift of the Holy Kingdom."
The Pope spoke slowly, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster.
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