Zhao Fu felt the cold breath on the bone staff, he worked hard to breathe, he didn't want to lose face in front of Xu Lingling, Zhao Fu still didn't know the real reason why the Pope chased and killed Xu Lingling.

The Pope smiled happily, and now he was withering even his teeth, but the breath on his body was rising, which was the Shinto he chose.

The two are no longer in the same realm at all, if the previous Pope Zhao Fu can barely resist, then the Pope, who is incarnated as a God Emperor at this moment, can regard Zhao Fu as an ant. Fortunately, the Pope's breath is unstable, this is his way of transforming into a god, and he can't break the boundary yet, he wants to kill Zhao Fu and Xu Lingling in this realm.

Zhao Fu has no concept of Shinto at all, he only knows that the Pope's realm has finally stabilized, to be precise, he has been restrained, and the Pope has not become the strongest, so he still has a chance.

No matter who the person in front of him is, even if the Pope really achieves the god position as he said, then he will kill the gods, Zhao Fu can have such lofty ambitions, but obviously the Pope does not intend to give Zhao Fu any chance this time, the Pope didn't even talk nonsense with Zhao Fu, the bone staff was held in his hand by him, and then embedded in Zhao Fu's chest.

At this moment, Zhao Fu felt countless souls tearing his skin together, and then he was horrified to find that the bone staff had really entered his body.

The Pope chose to treat others the way he did, and this time his purpose was very clear, that is, Zhao Fu's heart. The hand bone was clearly holding the Netherworld before, but the next moment it was holding Zhao Fu's heart.

As if holding a handicraft, the Pope can feel the rhythm of life through the bones of his hand, feel the careful movement that excites the Pope, and the next thing to greet is the withering of life.

But Zhao Fu was even more ruthless, his heart had already been pinched in the Pope's hands, and he knew that there was no point in worrying at this time, so he used all his strength to deliver this life-sacrificing blow.

The sound of bones shattering was obviously much louder than the movement of the heart being crushed, and Zhao Fu used all his strength to break the Pope's hand, but now, he could only wait for death.

This time the injury was far more serious than the previous one, Zhao Fu endured the huge pain, the vitality in his body was rapidly fading, all the physiological functions were collapsing, his breath was getting weaker and weaker, and finally he fell to the ground, only his eyes were still tenaciously open, wanting to stay in this world for a while.

"The annoying rat is dead, now it's your turn and mine." The Pope turned around and said to Xu Lingling.

Xu Lingling knew everything that was happening in the hall, he looked at the Pope quietly, and then pulled his gaze further and fell on Zhao Fu.

"This time, even if you are a god, you can't save him," the Pope saw Xu Lingling's gaze, and he couldn't wait to explain, "Not only is his heart broken, but I have also planted a curse in his body, which you can't solve." ”

The Pope was very excited, he showed Xu Lingling how powerful he was at this time, he wanted to capture the surprise and panic that might appear on Xu Lingling's face, but unfortunately no, Xu Lingling's expression remained calm all the time.

"Someone will die, but not him." Xu Lingling smiled, "I can't save him, but you can." ”

The Pope laughed, how could he go to Zhao Fu, not to mention that Zhao Fu's heart had been crushed by him, even if he could solve the curse, he would not be able to travel through time to find his heart for Zhao Fu.

Xu Lingling still calmly responded to the pope's unbridled laughter, which made the pope's laughter monotonous, lonely and embarrassing. Then, on his tiptoes, he danced again. This time his dance was light and agile, and he was dancing around the hall.

"Khiva's dance steps." Xu Lingling was laughing while jumping, he was laughing at the Pope's ignorance.

Xu Lingling quickly stopped, his landing point was his starting point, his pace had already crossed the entire hall, and when the Pope came to his senses, it was too late, he had already jumped three laps, this was the third lap.

As Xu Lingling said, this is the dance of Shiva, Shiva was an ancient god, he represents benevolence and symbolizes destruction, and his dance steps contain both destruction and regeneration.

Xu Lingling's eyes were full of smiles, he had already won.

The main hall began to shake, this is no longer a temple belonging to the Pope, this time, Xu Lingling is the main guest.

Huge icicles shattered the ground and appeared out of thin air, and easily shattered the Netherworld summoned by the Pope, and soon, the Pope was also trapped in the icicles, and in the face of these icicles, the Pope had no room to fight back.

This is Kamui, the Kamui named Shiva, and even if the Pope is now a demigod, he can't be an opponent.

The icicle locked the Pope inside, and then placed Zhao Fu on top of him, who had fallen to the ground.

"You...... I...... You ......," said the pope's repeated shifters, who could not adapt to the gap right away. It was clear that one moment ago he was in power, and he had obtained half of the god position with the attitude of dominating the world, and the next second he fell off the altar, and was given such a great gift by Xu Lingling, who had no combat power in his eyes.

The most exaggerated ups and downs in the world are nothing more than heaven one second and hell the next, and he, a demigod, fell more painfully.

Xu Lingling's approach is actually very appropriate and practical, in the world below the boundary, no one can take the initiative to use the power beyond the boundary, but it does not mean that that that power cannot be triggered. The Pope used the mysterious text he realized to use Xu Lingling's natural near-god physique as a sacrifice, and successfully used Xu Lingling's body to "capture" him who was still dozing in the temple, so he could naturally attract the current power through Shiva's dance steps.

Compared to his battle-hardened experience, the Pope is still too young.

Xu Lingling walked slowly towards the Pope with tall steps, with the most delicate smile on his face, a smile that everything was under control.

"Why do you think you have to pay for it?" Xu Lingling looked at the Pope who was bound by icicles and asked, with pity in his eyes, pity for ignorance. Xu Lingling was tapping on the icicles, and the sound of his fingernails clinking on the ice was very good, and he was using this to measure the quality of the icicles.

"There is no such thing in God's rules, do you understand?" Xu Lingling knocked enough, and then he flicked his fingers, and the icicle cracked, and the huge icicle slid down, along with one of the Pope's arms.

The Pope let out a scream, and the Pope only felt that he was no longer a god outside the temple, so he would have a chance, but he forgot that he could still be a demon, which might be more in line with his original identity, and the Pope himself was just a cowardly human being. In his words, it is "what do you do to kill me" without a little mercy.

"Huhuhu......" The Pope gasped, and the sudden detachment of his body was extremely taxing on him, but he still laughed, "Kill me, kill me!" Even if you kill me, you can't save him, I win! I've finally won you once! ”

"Shut up!" Xu Lingling drank coquettishly.

One of the three major gods of India, Shiva, also known as Shiva

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