Wu You does not doubt him, although he is a complete evil person, kills people without blinking, has no humanity, does all the bad things, and loses all conscience, but at the same time, he is also an extremely devout believer, and his belief in barbarian gods ...... Well, just below your own life.

It is understandable that everyone has desires, but if we lose our hearts in desires, it becomes greed, and eventually it turns into sin.

Wu You is such a greedy and selfish person, but he has a very rare trust in the barbarian god, and since he can remember, he has inherited the mantle of the last generation of white-clothed priests, that is, he is the last white-clothed priest in the world, and the only servant of the barbarian god in the world.

He has lived for more than 150 years with his belief in the barbarian gods, that is to say, he has contributed more than half of the spiritual world to the barbarian gods, so Wuyou has great respect for the barbarian gods, and his belief has long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow and cannot be shaken.

Belief has nothing to do with people's good and evil, good people have the beliefs of good people, and evil people naturally have their own spiritual sustenance, after all, they are all people.

Wu You can only be regarded as a servant of the barbarian gods, what is a servant? It is synonymous with lowliness, humility, no dignity and freedom, but in Wu You's heart, he has a completely different understanding.

He thinks that since he is the only person in the world who has a relationship with the barbarian god, then he should inherit and get everything from the barbarian god, and what about the servant? In his opinion, his servant is the person who is most qualified to receive the orthodox inheritance of the barbarian god, and he is the son of God!

Wu You's excitement was overflowing, and he said that the inside can change the external image to a certain extent, and I am honest, in just a few minutes, he has changed from an old man who is old and dying of old age to a spirited and radiant face.

If you put on gold chain mail for this old man, wear a purple and gold crown on his head, and a yellow horse under his crotch, even if his white hair is gray and his face is wrinkled, it will make people think that he is not old with a sword, and he can bend his bow and shoot eagle eagles at any time.

Something happened that made the cloaked man feel a toothache, and this old guy was so grateful for the great kindness of the barbarian god that he actually knelt on his knees and went up the steps, bowing every three steps, and bowing to the ninth level, and was grateful, shouting that the barbarian god is eternal and immortal.

The corners of the cloaked man's eyes twitched, and his face was as black as the bottom of a pot...... mmp……

"Do you want to let Lao Dao wait for you to climb up slowly? How long will it take? Bastard! Every moment of delay, that kid will be a bigger threat to Lao Dao, and he will be angry with me!" His voice was hoarse, revealing a cold chill, and the green tendons on the back of his hands burst out, suppressing his anger.

If it weren't for the fusion of the Evil Eye and the host, the host needs to be willing to increase the chances of success, and the old way would have taken you captive a long time ago. ”

"Fanatical believers, the barbarian gods have been dead for I don't know how many thousands of years, their souls are scattered and destroyed, and there are still such stupid servants alive. The cloaked man covered his face, his voice trembling, "Nine hundred and ninety-nine levels, the first level climbs up on his knees, and he has to kowtow to one side...... Isn't that going to take hours?"

"It will take several hours for the integration to succeed...... You'd better die down there, or you'll let you enjoy the smell of fear. ”

Poor Wuyou, unaware that there was a bloody mouth waiting for him to get into, and he climbed with joy and excitement, kowtowing to his heart, and banging one by one, without cutting corners at all......

……

On the other side, under the abyss, above the meadow.

Wang Fan and Mo Yu still maintained a posture of kneeling cross-legged, the light on the two of them surged, and wisps of golden true dragon qi and cyan heaven and earth aura poured into Wang Fan's body, endlessly.

His skin is like a boiled prawn, red and red, his body is as hot as a stove, and his head is steaming, wisps, rising up, reminiscent of the scene of young heroes practicing in costume TV dramas in the sixties and seventies.

At this moment, more than an hour has passed since the beginning of the blood in his heart, Wang Fan has changed very much, the most obvious is that his hair has changed from pale white to dark again, followed by seven or eight layers of wrinkles on his face, and his skin has also recovered to be elastic, because his muscles bulge again, streamlined, tough and fit, real materials, exuding a bronze luster, sexy and charming.

Wang Fan even felt that his body had been strengthened, his muscles were stronger and stronger, his bones were tougher, his fascia had become stronger, and he felt great!

Sure enough, it is worthy of the essence and blood of Jiaolong's heart, containing the most precious essence of the entire Jiaolong, with a very large amount of qi and blood power, and the simple strengthening of the body has benefited Wang Fan a lot.

In the past, he had always thought that mages, the enemy was all kinds of demons, demons, monsters, and ghosts, as long as he practiced the magic of Taoism well, it was easy to subdue demons and eliminate demons, but after this battle, he changed this opinion.

The importance of the flesh must not be ignored, the mage relies too much on the magic of Taoism, and once he loses his qi, he becomes meat on the board and is slaughtered by others.

In the iron prison before, after he ripped off his anger, he was actually half killed by the ordinary meteoric iron chain twice, and he suffered enough; this time the incident sounded the alarm for him, it was only worth two swords, and he was drained of life by Xia Yu, and almost died, which also shows how bad Wang Fan's physical body is.

It's not particularly bad, but when compared with his achievements in Taoist supernatural powers, he really can't bear to look at it directly, and it's just miserable.

This is the consequence of serious "deviance", the importance of the physical body is undoubted, and once again it is also a layer of insurance for life.

Wang Fan made up his mind that after going back, he would temper his body well, although he didn't need to be awesome, but he had to reach at least one-tenth of the level of Xingtian, so that his heart could be more stable.

Wang Fan felt that his condition was getting better and better, and his vitality was making up for it very quickly, according to this progress, in about half an hour, he would be able to fully recover, and when the time came, he would still be in white clothes, with a long sword at his waist, looking back and blinking, and the electricity would fall......

Maybe Ou Qi really ran out, and a bit of bad news broke Wang Fan's illusions.

"No?!!" he shook.

"What's wrong?" Moyu asked hurriedly, thinking something was wrong.

"The blood of the heart...... It...... It ran out. Wang Fan wanted to cry without tears.

"Huh, how can this be?" Mo Yu was also stunned.

"Damn! damn it, it's really a narrow-minded person, and he has so little blood in his heart!" Wang Fan scolded and scolded, and at the same time made Mo Yu stop transmitting the true dragon's qi and stand up.

"You...... Did you bring a mirror?" he turned to ask Moyu, his voice a little eager.

"Didn't bring ......" Mo Yu's voice stopped abruptly, she looked at Wang Fan's current appearance, and her face was stunned.

"I ...... What do I look like now?" Wang Fan looked nervous.

"Such a charming old man. Mo Yu covered his small mouth with both hands, looked like a nymphomaniac, and his eyes were full of red hearts, "Very handsome and kind uncle!"

(End of chapter)