Swish~

Another steel cone appeared in the dragon's hand, and then he shook it hard, this time he didn't just want to restrict Shiraki's actions like before, but aimed at Shiraki's heart, and he was sure to kill with one blow.

At this moment, Bai Mu has no time to care about anything that happens in the outside world, his body is immersed in the blood of the evil god, and there is not much abnormality from the outside, but only Bai Mu himself knows how strong the pain caused by the blood of the evil god is, almost hitting the depths of the soul at the level of the flesh, just as strong as changing the heavens and the earth.

The pain was deep, I don't know if the body was in self-preservation mode, or it was paralyzed, Bai Mu only felt that the real world was getting more and more empty, and his body was getting lighter and lighter. Or maybe it's just a moment, the light opens.

The bright classroom, the energetic response, the stacks of rolling paper, and the blackboard are densely written with formulas, the same familiarity, the same cordiality.

Everything before was like a dream, he was still the most obedient and well-behaved student in the class, the teacher... Hey, isn't that Mr. Hong?

It seems that some classmates asked him to play together.,It's in class now.,And who doesn't know that he's dedicated to studying.,So he won't 'waste' time playing.,So I shouldn't come to him.,Hey.,This orange-red hair.,A classmate who looks like a troublemaker.,How can you appear in the fast class.,Isn't this Naruko? There is also Bai, and there is a large group of classmates in the dream behind him.

In the dream... No, what about his real-life classmates?

Bai Mu looked around suddenly, and suddenly found a face that was only slightly familiar, the eldest was at most twelve or thirteen years old, the younger one was only five or six years old, and most of them were still young, this was a high school, not an elementary school.

"Who are you?"

There was no answer, and the faces looked painful and stiff, and the eyes stared straight at him, as if they were pleading with him.

Suddenly, the classroom shattered, and he and the children were floating in the air, all around them empty, except for a piercing red under his feet, a pool of blood... No, in this world, it seems, boundless, this is a sea of blood.

The sea of blood was rolling, and streams of blood were surging upward, turning into a series of exercises that entangled everyone, pulling them down together.

The children had no resistance, they were easily pulled down, and Bai Mu was also pulled down little by little, as long as he was completely pulled into the sea of blood, he would be completely annihilated in the blood of the evil god like those previous 'sacrifice' predecessors.

Bai Mu's distant ethereal consciousness suddenly condensed a little, he was resisting, resisting the grasp of the sea of blood, fighting against the power of the sea of blood bit by bit, so that the training became longer and longer, and the more tightly entangled, Bai Mu became a red mummy.

The sea of blood put too much power into Shiroki, which caused the power investment in the children to become much smaller, and the speed of the fall of the two gradually became similar, both of them fell little by little, and it seemed that it would take a little time before they could finally be swallowed by the sea of blood.

But after all, this trend cannot be reversed by the power of Shiraki, and no matter how much it resists, the difference is only a matter of time.

It's just that the dragon didn't even want to wait for this time, and when the steel cone slashed through a cold light, almost piercing the skin on Bai Mu's chest, a shuriken swirled, hit the steel cone crookedly, and flew out sideways.

"Who?!" Enraged, he glanced over and saw a man dressed as a cultist rushing out of the flank, and without a single thorn, he pierced his shoulder, bleeding profusely.

"How dare you betray me!" The person who came was trying to take advantage of the victory to attack, but the clinker fish didn't seem to know the pain, and it was not affected at all, and a heartwarming foot kicked the person out of the way.

The hood was separated from the head, revealing a thin face, about fifteen or sixteen years old, a teenager.

"You are not a believer in evil gods, who are you?" The young man jumped up from the ground vigorously, helped the crooked forehead guard, and looked very combative: "Tangyin Village, Fuji Zhen." ”

"How did you find here? Are you the only one? Xiao sneered, and the disciples also stared at Fuji Zhen in great danger, and several disciples moved behind Fuji Zhen, and in the blink of an eye, they completed the encirclement formation.

Fuji Zhen clenched his fists: "You evil god cult is crazy to attack so many children, my teachers, companions, and many hired ninjas are about to come and destroy the evil god cult!" ”

Wei frowned slightly, this information made him feel tricky, this time the matter was indeed a big trouble, I thought that as long as I could sell Feiduan well, there would be no problem with Feiduan, but I didn't expect Feiduan to release his pigeon, if they really hit in, even if the Evil God Cult is not destroyed, it will become a mess.

What to do? Just when he was anxious, Fuji Zhen added: "That apostle of yours has been captured, and the information here is from his mouth, and I will come to investigate first, and the teacher will come to the ...... later."

Fuji Zhen pinched a sweat in his palms, and fell into the encirclement of so many enemies, only by using the strategy of attacking the heart to plunge the enemy into chaos, he had a chance, and it was counterproductive.

"That's right......" Xiao laughed for a while, and turned around and ordered: "Lord Feiduan is coming soon, we all have to be ready, and before that, I will personally deal with this troublemaker." ”

"Priest, you're injured." The reminder of the disciple was only exchanged for a cold look in the dragon: "You are not allowed to interfere and kill that damn sacrifice for me!" ”

As if intending to demonstrate, he directly tore off the sleeves of his robe, exposing the wound to the eyes of the cultists, only listening to a slight noise, the wound was visible to the naked eye, and healed quickly, but compared to the strong muscles around him, the skin after the wound recovered appeared wrinkled, like the skin of an elderly person.

To be the biggest priest here, not only by relying on the blood of the mysterious evil god and his mouth, he also has a certain strength, at least solving Fuji Zhen is not a problem.

Fuji Zhen quickly sealed, and the earth escape and rock thorn killed in a row.

The dragon bypassed the ground spikes that protruded from the ground, and relying on the advantage of its body strength, it shrouded it with a powerful continuous attack. Fujima stumbled left and right, and was knocked out by a cane.

Wei Zheng wanted to pursue, but the scene he saw in the afterglow of his eyes almost made him angry to death, only to see Bai Mu lying in the blood of the evil god 'good and dignified', as for those disciples, they all looked hesitant, and they all stayed in place one by one and did not move.

"Why don't you do it yet? Ozawa, Yuanban, Shengma......" He called out one name after another, but the disciples who were named did not dare to look at him, let alone do anything.

Bai Mu's previous words had an effect, he was an apostle, the facts were in front of him, the disciples had witnessed many sacrifices, believers, outsiders, young people, strong middle-aged, weak lower ninja, strong to upper ninja, all became sacrifices, but everyone was either annihilated by the blood of the evil god in the blink of an eye, or wailed for a while, at most no more than a minute will be annihilated by the blood of the evil god, there are no exceptions, this shows that the favor of the evil god has nothing to do with whether the belief or not, age, strength or weakness, so what does it have to do with it? Only Shiraki really got the explanation that the evil gods favored him.

If Tsunade or a similar powerhouse was here, it would naturally be strange, but for these cultists with little knowledge and evil gods, Shiraki's state at the moment and what he said formed a mysterious aura on their bodies, making them dare not act rashly.

Not to mention them, even Wei couldn't help but wonder if Bai Mu was really favored by the evil god in the dark, otherwise why hadn't he been annihilated by the blood of the evil god? These disciples didn't dare to do anything, and he was stopped from killing him just now!

The dragon turned to kill Shiraki, and was about to do it again, but was stopped by Fuji Zhen, he couldn't help but feel impetuous, and Fuji Zhen attacked with one heart, knowing that falling here, compared to a hopeless escape, capturing the thief and capturing the king first was the best strategy.

The mentality goes one side and the other, and the more he wants to solve Fuji Zhen as soon as possible, the more he can't get it as soon as possible, and the more anxious he becomes.

Puff ~ The abdomen of the dragon was pierced by kunai, and he was stunned for a moment, suddenly angry, and stabbed with a cane with his backhand. Fuji Zhen also wanted to deal with the dragon as soon as possible, but did not retreat, and with a backhand stir, Kunai stirred a large hole in the belly of the dragon, and he himself only turned his head to avoid the assassination of the crutch, but he did not completely avoid it, and the tip of the steel cone slashed his cheek, taking away a trace of blood.

But this bit of bleeding is not even an injury, Fuji Zhen saw the big wound on the abdomen that was bleeding endlessly, how much resistance could a person who was injured like this have, and then as long as he caught the dragon before the disciple reacted, he won.

Fuji Zhen suddenly felt a strong force, and he was pushed several meters away, but he immediately reacted, rushed forward, and suddenly had a sharp pain in his right leg, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

I saw that the dragon's crutch pierced the leg of a straw man underground, and he turned his head and shouted: "Followers of the great evil god, entertain this apostle with the power that the evil god has given you!" Under the witness of the evil gods, use the strongest power of the curse to bring this sacrificial ritual to the highest level together with the apostles who will be born! ”

As he spoke, the dragon stabbed the straw man again, and Fujima, who had just gotten up, was in pain again and fell to the ground.

The dragon spoke in a way that echoed the thoughts of the cultists, naturally no more than just now, the disciples took action one after another, first a few, and finally quickly became all, each of them threw the straw man into the blood of the evil god, and with the power of the blood of the evil god, he built a curse link with Bai Mu.

Then, with the needle in their dominant hand, they slid it on the back of the other hand, and in the blink of an eye, they skillfully drew a triangle pattern in a circle, and blood flowed out of it, with a touch of blackness, faintly revealing a strange smell, and their expressions became excited and fanatical.

As soon as he turned his hand, the palm of his hand was on the top, and the five fingers were opened, corresponding to Bai Mu's limbs and head, and the palm of his hand corresponded to Bai Mu's body.

Compared to the needle-piercing straw man, directly using his own body as the medium of the curse, the curse power will become stronger, but this kind of self-inflicting curse method of eight hundred, the disciples only dare to use the palm instead, but it is enough to bring a certain increase to the curse power.

What's more, with so many believers using it together, no one can afford it! Thinking proudly, he stabbed it again, causing Fujima to fall down in pain again in unbelievable pain.

The dense influx of curse power immediately made the blood of the evil god boil, but to Shiraki, this boiling did not represent the kind of boiling that was very hot, but was cold to the bone.

In the world where Bai Mu appeared in a blur, Bai Mu felt that he was completely frozen, and his body was irresistibly pulled lower and lower, and the rolling waves of the sea of blood lapped against his body.

The sky, with a meteor shower, was black. The meteorite smashed intensively on Bai Mu's body, and another kind of pain that was different from the cold to the bones came to him, and Bai Mu's body, which was familiar with this pain, automatically launched a counterattack when his consciousness was not enough to control his body.

The qi in Bai Mu's body began to surge, and the qi could not be completely controlled by him all the time, as if the qi was a naughty boy with spirit, and from time to time he came out to make trouble for him, and he suffered enough for so many years in the ninja school, and sometimes it was even so serious that he was sent to the hospital.

But at this time, the disadvantage turned into an advantage.

The pattern of Qi fighting back against the curse before formed inertia, and now Qi continues to launch counterattacks according to inertia, and even because of autonomy, it surging flexibly in Shiraki's body without hindrance, compared to Shiraki's hand control, this is the pianist's fingers dancing, showing a beautiful and flawless sense of rhythm in the fluency.

On Bai Mu's body, a pale air shield appeared, formless and substantial, but the black one suddenly smashed on the air cover and shattered cleanly.

Although the autonomous surge of qi exerted super power because of its perfection, but soon this naughty boy evolved into a wild horse, and Shiraki's body became hotter and hotter, but he didn't care about qi, and he was still indulging in indulgence.

Hot... Boundless scorching... It seems to embrace the heat of the sun, and it is just in front of the bone-chilling cold.

The sea of blood rolled up, like a monster opening its huge mouth and swallowing the white wood in one gulp.

Silence~ silently, as if a long time had passed, and it seemed that there was only a moment, the sea of blood suddenly recessed a semicircular gap, and Bai Mu lay on his back in the center of the gap, and the upper half of his body burned into flames, as if there was a momentum of burning the sea of blood dry.

The half of the body under the white wood was floating in the sea of blood, and the sea of blood kept pouring up, threatening to extinguish the flames.

At this time, the children are no longer important, the blood-red horses have returned to the sea of blood, let the children float in the air and ignore him, the power of the sea of blood is getting stronger and stronger, like an angry bull is aiming at the target of Bai Mu, the surrounding sea of blood is constantly coming, but it has never been able to fill the gap, the flame is still burning firmly, burning more and more......

The curses of the cultists had been going on for several waves, but the dragon couldn't help but be shocked and angry when he saw that Bai Mu had not been annihilated by the blood of the evil god, and he couldn't even see this trend. Fujima was no match for the curse attack, but stubbornly delayed the time, and the dragon was so angry that he kicked Fujima out of the air.

"Fujing, control this guy for me, and he will perform the sacrificial ceremony to show to Lord Feiduan later, if something goes wrong, you will replace it!"

Fujing replied awe-inspiringly, and hurriedly came over to control Fujima, who ignored it and rushed straight to the altar, refusing to waste even a minute or a second.

How long did Shiraki hold on, five minutes? Ten minutes? Or is it more? The specific time is meaningless, and even Xiao Xiao can't help but believe that maybe Bai Mu is really an apostle favored by the evil gods.

But!

The crutches flew like arrows from the string, and after throwing them with maximum force, his whole body was highly tense, and his eyes moved quickly from side to side, catching any accidents that might occur.

Will the congregationists get in his way? There is no such guts! Will there be a third party? No! Will the evil god continue to favor Shiraki? Even if he really cares, he decided to eliminate all accidents even if he was desperate and used his body to block it.

Therefore, Bai Mu must die, and the apostle favored by the evil gods must be him, and no one should try to take away this glory.

In the pupils of the dragon, only the shadow of the crutch remains, closer, closer, to the chest, just stab it in, fiercely... Ah, impossible?

An ordinary hand suddenly appeared on Bai Mu's chest, grabbed it, and grabbed it on the steel cone at the tip of the crutch, and the seemingly unstoppable attack stopped abruptly in an instant.

Wei saw that his eyes almost popped out, what third party would come to save Shiroki? Was he really favored by an evil god?