I can't even see through the strength of the black-robed man who is called the archbishop!

William Cong was frightened, the archbishop, he must be a cultivator in the forging period.

If you cultivate to a few small levels higher than yourself, I am afraid that even if you have the Fan Suo Staff, it will be a vicious battle.

"I heard, cultist, your name is William Cong, and you are the former Red Bishop of the Synagogue?"

The black-robed man walked out of the shadows, but his face still looked a little gloomy, and his voice was also very vicissitudes.

"No need to talk nonsense, I've seen through the abomination of your synagogue. ”

William Cong clenched the staff in his hand.

Mellow immortal qi continued to pour into Fan Suo's staff from William Cong's hand.

Obscure and mysterious French words emerged from Fan Suo's staff, and the majestic immortal qi turned into a long knife, and the cold blade pointed directly at the archbishop in front of William Cong.

"Oh, good staff, give it to me, and I'll spare your life. ”

The archbishop of the shadowy tone was with a hint of seriousness,

He could sense that the aura emanating from this staff was definitely not simple.

How can it be a spiritual product that can make this little cub in the early stage of forging a god threaten his own staff in the middle stage of forging a god?

It must be a fairy weapon!

Archbishop Yin's eyes lit up, and he could see that this cultist kid had no intention of relenting.

"If you don't give me the staff, take some effort to kill you, the cultist, and then take the staff, and the effect is almost the same. ”

didn't give the archbishop a chance to cast a spell, and a fairy qi flying knife with a complicated scripture flew towards the archbishop in an instant.

The corner of the archbishop's mouth was a little pale, and there was a smile on his pale face,

In the early stage of the little forging god, did you really dare to do it to yourself?

With this staff, his strength will definitely be improved a lot, and when the time comes, the next Holy Lord may be his own.

The smile of the Archbishop of the Shadow grew brighter, and a pair of withered hands oozed from the black robes.

A black aura that should not belong to the "holy" synagogue poured out from the hands of the Archbishop of the Shadows.

Transform into a staff with a skull on the top.

"Foolish creatures of the nether, accept the judgment of the Lord!"

The black robe on the Yin Archbishop hunted, and his momentum was rising,

Steadily stayed in the late stage of forging gods.

and the Holy Lord rumored by the outside world is actually on the same level.

The archbishop's black robe was completely torn apart at this time, and hideous spikes protruded from the archbishop's body.

"This... Which archbishop is this?!"

William Cong in front of him was shocked, he had never heard of evil cultivators in the hall.

Not to mention the archbishop!

"Are you afraid? Little cultist, don't worry, most of the people who have seen my form are dead. ”

The archbishop's voice was hoarse, barely audible.

Just as the archbishop spoke, William Cong's golden immortal qi knife slashed at the archbishop.

The majestic true qi rushed out, and everything in the room was blown away, and the dust rolled up.

William Cong took advantage of this chaos and burst out.

He knew that the monster in front of him in the late stage of forging gods was not something he could deal with.

It is better to let the saints come and kill them then.

The archbishops really have some means.

William Cong, who burst out, was shocked.

He felt a huge aura behind him rapidly approaching.

No way, this monster is really a bit strong.

William Cong turned around suddenly, and the monster in front of him was already close in front of him.

The archbishop's withered hands had now turned into terrifying long claws, and they were slashing at William's face viciously.

I had no choice but to hard-connect.

The mellow Fan Suo immortal qi in William Cong's body poured out as if he was dying, turning into a white barrier around William Cong's body, tightly surrounding William Cong in the middle.

The long pitch-black claws fell with a bang, and William Cong's figure was blasted out like a cannonball.

The archbishop smirked, and his figure followed William Cong, who burst out, and caught up again.

William Cong in the white protective film seemed to have fallen into the deep sea, and a powerful oppressive force attacked from all directions, trying to crush his body.

Fortunately, his true qi was cultivated in the Fan Sao Holy Land and sublimated, and it was much purer than ordinary true qi.

Otherwise, I am afraid that I would have become a puddle of meat mud long ago.

"Little bastard! Where did you get your true qi that is not low in precision! It seems that you have got a lot of opportunities, stinky boy!

The hoarse voice of the deranged archbishop echoed in William Cong's ears again.

"But even if you give in now, it's useless! Hahaha, I can't help but want to kill you! It's a pity, you stinky turtle, the shell is so hard!"

The archbishop was another round of fierce attacks.

A stream of blood rushed up his throat from William Cong in the protective membrane, and he swallowed it again.

If I am stronger than this bastard one day, I will definitely play him like a ping pong ball!

I knew that I wouldn't be so impulsive, and I would do it when the saint came.

William Cong regretted it a little at this time.

The most regrettable thing is that the powerful Fan Suo Holy Scepter has only scratched a little surface.

In Huaxia dialect, it's not hot yet!

I can only hope that this archbishop can give himself a happy death.

William Cong was a little desperate.

Suddenly, he felt the fierce attack from the archbishop outside stop.

William Cong's immortal qi happened to be close to exhaustion.

The milky white halo around his body faded, and William Cong's embarrassed figure rolled out of it.

He saw that the hideous archbishop was now cautiously staring in one direction.

The spikes all over his body flashed with cold light, as if to warn of the coming danger.

The archbishop noticed William Cong rolling out of the turtle shell.

Immediately, a hideous spike flew out, and then he turned his head away, not looking at William Cong, as if he was treating a dead corpse.

He still looked in that direction warily.

William Cong felt bitter in his heart, looking at the flying spikes, he no longer had any extra immortal qi that could supply a barrier that could resist this attack.

Suddenly, the archbishop's eyes widened, and he could not perceive the breath that made his heart tremble from that direction.

Because that breath has arrived!

The archbishop's spikes swelled suddenly, as if a hedgehog had been mortally threatened.

The little eyes of the archbishop, curled up in the spikes, saw a scene that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

A figure appeared out of thin air beside the half-dead cultist, and the one that flew out by itself, which was enough to pierce the poisonous spike of an ordinary mid-stage master of forging gods, was actually caught by that person with one hand.

It's as casual as catching a daily newspaper delivered by courier instead of holding a lethal weapon!

The poisonous spikes that were enough to poison the ordinary people of the entire earth slowly melted in the young man's hands.

Like ice and snow meeting an alcohol blowtorch, it melted.

The archbishop's spiky figure burst out.

The person in front of him is definitely a monster, and he must be invincible.

The most important thing now is how to get out alive!