The priest was dumbfounded, staring blankly at Su Qiubai who appeared in front of him, his face was bloodless at that time.

This is a silver-level protective cover, how can you say that it will be broken? As long as you give yourself a few more minutes, you can absorb this Sha Wen flesh and blood essence, and then you can send out a strength that surpasses the silver level.

It's a pity, it's just a little bit!

"Why don't you speak?" Holding the priest's neck with one hand, Su Qiubai's face turned into mockery.

A monk who is comparable to the Jindan period, for a person like him who has long surpassed the Jindan period, it doesn't take any effort to catch him directly.

The mockery on his face made the priest's heart even more angry. It's a pity that his neck was pinched, and his life was held in the hands of others, no matter how angry he was, he didn't dare to show a tough posture at this time.

"Master, this guy can't do it." Yuan Yangzi's voice came, which made Su Qiubai's heart tighten, and when he turned his head to look to the side, he saw that Sha Wen's face was blue and gray, and he was about to turn into a skeleton.

But fortunately, although this kid's breath is weak, he is still alive after all.

"Ask him, where is Soho's soul?"

"Yes!" Yuan Yangzi agreed, bowed his head and shouted: "Say, what about my master's soul?" ”

Shawen opened his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but he had several mouths like a dead fish, and he couldn't make any sound.

Yuan Yangzi didn't continue to ask, but put his hand on Sha Wen's forehead, and then shook his head at Su Qiubai: "Master, his qi and blood are gone." ”

As soon as he heard this, Su Qiubai was completely anxious. Soho's soul was snatched away by Sha Wen, if this kid died, what would Soho do? Do you want to be a vegetative person for the rest of your life?

Thinking of that possibility, he couldn't help but feel angry, grabbed the priest's neck with one hand, and punched it hard, slamming it on the priest's stomach with a "bang".

The priest was beaten in the back and bowed, and his face was suffocated purple. But before he could moan, Su Qiubai smashed it with several punches in a row.

"Wow!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from the beating.

Fortunately, Su Qiubai contracted quickly, otherwise, he would have to spray him.

"Boom!" Su Qiubai flew up, and the priest immediately became a trapeze, flying backwards with a whoosh, and slammed into the wall behind him.

Falling to the ground, the priest covered his lower abdomen with his hands and arched himself in pain. Although he was constantly twitching, he couldn't make any sound.

Su Qiubai still didn't understand his hatred, jumped over and kicked the priest into the air, hit the wall with a bang, and then fell to the ground like a dead dog.

Well, the priest lay on the ground and didn't even move. Su Qiubai pulled his foot, and this guy actually fainted.

"So unresistant?" Su Qiubai was a little puzzled.

Not to mention cultivators in China, even those disciples sent by the Ancient Martial Arts Sect would not be stunned by such three punches and two kicks? Besides, what I used just now was pure physical power!

"Master! Westerners practice not the mutated function of the body, but the power of faith. Just like the Dharma of our Buddhist monks in China, they all rely on gaining the power of faith in their hearts to increase their cultivation. ”

As soon as Yuan Yangzi said this, Su Qiubai finally understood: "In this way, they are not good at hand-to-hand combat. ”

"Not quite!" Yuan Yangzi shook his head and explained: "When these people invaded our country, except for these people in black robes who were ghosts, they were those strange-shaped mutants. Some people have wolf bodies, and some are like bears, these people have perverted physical strength, and what they are best at is melee attacks. ”

Speaking of this, Su Qiubai understands that the Spider-Man and werewolves in the United States are not all modified by mutant genes.

Hey? Why do you ask this yourself? What I have to do now is to find the soul of Soho as much as possible.

Thinking of this, he didn't care about speaking, and went directly to Sha Wen's face, raised his hand and pressed it.

"Master, do you want to search for his memories?" Yuan Yangzi saw his thoughts at a glance and hurriedly asked.

Su Qiubai frowned, his face was not good-looking at that time. Isn't it nonsense that the heart says? This man is dying, and you can't ask anything? I want to know where Soho's soul is? What else can be done but search his memories?

His face was not good-looking, and Yuan Yangzi was scared into a cold sweat at that time, and hurriedly explained: "Master, I'm not talking nonsense, but this kid is dead." ”

"Bang!" When he said this, Su Qiubai himself tried it out, and Sha Wen's sea of knowledge was indeed dead, and there was that gray-black dead air everywhere.

In a fit of rage, he lifted his leg and kicked Shavin's body into the air, hitting the priest lying on the ground.

But at the moment when Sha Wen's body flew past, the priest, who was originally motionless, suddenly stood up, grabbed Sha Wen's body with both hands, and threw it hard.

After throwing Shawin out, he hurriedly dodged back, and then shone brightly, while muttering a string of incantations in his mouth.

"Bang!" Su Qiubai flew out with one kick and kicked Sha Wen's body to the side.

But at this moment, the priest had finished reciting the incantation, and his hands pressed forward sharply, and at the same time he shouted: "Light Mudra." ”

With his heavy drinking, two handprints appeared in mid-air, and they continued to grow larger as Su Qiubai flew in.

"Conquer the Devil's Hands!" Yuan Yangzi roared angrily, and his hands slapped forward at the same time.

The four handprints collided in the air, and a loud bang erupted. With that loud noise, Su Qiubai felt that the buildings under his feet seemed to tremble.

At this time, how can he be in the mood to care about any building. The explosion of the four handprints caused the explosion of the air that made the priest's face turn pale, and when he stepped back again, his back had already hit the wall.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Su Qiubai's body slammed forward, and he came directly in front of the priest.

"Bright ......"

"Bang!" Su Qiubai smashed it with a punch. Everyone else sealed their eyes, but he was good, and this punch directly hit the priest's mouth.

The priest said two words, and then blood gushed out of his nose and mouth, and he didn't even say anything, but he moaned and changed his tone.

Su Qiubai was worried that this person was still playing tricks, and a double peak pierced his ears, so he smashed the priest unconscious again. He stretched out his hand to restrain the priest, and his consciousness moved, and his heart came out of his body and disappeared directly into the priest's mind.

To his surprise, in the priest's mind, there was still a little man with a fork. Although it is not tall, it has two horns on its head, and a blue-gray face, which looks like a dead Shawen.

With a green face and fangs, his eyes were red, and when he saw Xinying entering, he suddenly raised his small fork and stabbed at Xinying.

Su Qiubai's heart baby condensed his limbs, flashed to the side, reached out and grabbed the handle of the fork, borrowed the force of the little devil's stab, and gently brought it to his side.

The little devil used too much force, and was dragged forward, and Xinying's fist also met it at this time.

"Bang!" With a tight punch, the fierce little devil was beaten to ashes and disappeared from the priest's mind.

After the little demon disappeared, the priest's mind was calm, and the fragments of memory were fully revealed.

Xinying made hand prints with both hands, and gold threads continued to fly out and pierce into those memory fragments.

"Huh?" His divine consciousness had just disappeared into the fragments of the priest's memory, and in a church in the west, a middle-aged man who was also dressed in a black robe suddenly changed his face, and he reached out and pushed away a woman who was afraid of being in her arms.

"Archbishop, what's going on?" The woman was startled and hurriedly rejoined.

But before her body could snuggle into the archbishop's arms, she was pushed away: "Ruth, John is dead. ”

"What?" The woman named Ruth was shocked and hurriedly asked, "Lord Bishop, who killed him?" ”

The archbishop did not reply, but walked briskly into the inner chamber, stopped before a large cross, and then bowed respectfully.

Ruth then followed, but did not dare to make a sound in the face of the archbishop, who was bent over the cross.

Because she knew that the archbishop was borrowing the power of the treasure of the town.

On this huge cross, there is not only a man, but also countless branches. This thing is like a big tree, full of branches, and on each branch, there are dense small fruits. Some of these fruits are motionless, some are swaying slightly, and no matter which one they are, there is a bright light on them.

Soon after the archbishop bowed down, on that cross a small fruit burst out with a flash of light.

The silver glow was a little dazzling, but it surprised Ruth. Because she knew very well that when the silver light came on, it meant that a silver-level divine envoy was in danger.

It's just that after the silver light burst out, those lights gradually dimmed, and the frequency of flickering suddenly increased a lot.

"This is ......" Ruth hurriedly raised her hand to cover her mouth, looking at the little fruit that was bright and dark.

"Damn, someone is looking into John's memory. God will not forgive him, but will bring disaster upon him. The archbishop seemed a little angry, and scolded several times.

"Archbishop, are we in danger?" Ruth didn't think of anything else, but first thought of her own safety.

The archbishop seemed to be reminded, and was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "Damn, our secrets will be revealed." ”

"Your Excellency, you should think of a way!" As soon as Ruth heard this, she was immediately pale with fright, and hurriedly shouted: "That person can kill John, he is definitely not an ordinary person. Archbishop, you hurry up and stop him. ”

"Don't worry!" Archbishop Sen smiled, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and the target was the little fruit that represented John.

"Ruth, as long as I pick this fruit, not only John will die, but the person who dares to search John's memory will definitely die."