There were originally a few narrow restaurants on both sides of the street at the foot of Niutou Mountain, and the clothing store and game hall on the side that had long been closed, which had already been closed by a few good-looking gods and disciples.

As for what's going on inside, no one cares, and it won't work. Unless everything is done here, the dust will fall.

As for the heinous acts of the villains on TV who kill people when they see them, maybe they will be killed when they see them.

They are followers of God, who exist in the world to maintain peace.

And the real center of the battlefield is still the battle between the incomparably powerful oracle in their hearts and the fallen one.

They don't get in the way of the Divine Envoy demonstrating his great abilities, they just need to wait for the dust to settle.

Of course, if the gods make the adults really invincible. Then they will also use all their strength to maintain the majesty of God, and take that place by the way.

"You ......"

The old man looked back suddenly, and looked at Bai Qiu'an, who stood up tremblingly, in astonishment. He watched Bai Qiu'an die with his own eyes, how could he stand up well after a while?

"Hey, your fists are a little light." Bethune coldly grasped the hilt of the knife.

"But why kill me if you don't have a weapon? By your teeth? ”

The old man turned around, although he wondered why Bethune didn't die, but now there were nearly a hundred gods behind him as helpers.

The young guy in front of him can't even stop himself and the dead waste, how can he beat hundreds of them? What's more, this guy in front of him is still seriously injured.

It's nothing more than a matter of one person punching out.

But soon the old man's expression froze.

"You...... How did you not get hurt? ”

The old man watched Bai Qiu'an move his muscles and bones in place, and the whole person was already dumbfounded. Is this a living hell?

"Spell!"

It dawned on the old man that these damn creatures were stealing the power of the gods.

"I thought you were really an old man with a bad head."

Bai Qiu'an sneered, hearing that Chen Xiaochan was fine now, Bai Qiu'an's whole heart was put down. The scene in front of him was horrifying, but what else could he do?

It's nothing more than a fight with this old man, guessing dumb riddles, and it can drag on for a second. The more curious the old man is about himself, the better it actually becomes.

It would have been better if he had relied on the strength of the crowd to torture and study himself. Anyway, looking at this scene, there is no way to do it if you don't die a few times tonight.

As for whether the process is painful or easy, Bai Qiu'an doesn't care. As long as he's okay at the same table, Bethune can always see the God above his head, right?

"Do you want to guess what kind of spell I am?"

"Are you fooling me?" The old man suddenly sneered, and then his voice raised solemnly.

"Followers of the gods, kill this sinner who has stolen the power of the gods and provoked any kind of anger."

"I'll ......"

Bethune's smile stiffened, and the plan he had been thinking about for a long time was so mixed up by the old man's words.

"Made, in the future, I will do whoever I love to do the work of my brain, I am only responsible for honestly and contributing." Bethune felt a little sorry for himself.

Then he raised his eyes and swept over the dense figures not far away, and felt sick to his stomach. A group of puppets who think they are the messengers of justice are the most troublesome.

"A child, who fell into evil at a young age. It's sad. ”

The old man looked at Bai Qiu'an with a sad face, without the slightest intention of acting on the spot, and the words came from the bottom of his heart.

Bethune looked at each other coldly.

Suddenly chuckled in his heart, yes, if they can't even deceive themselves, then how can they be followers and believers of God.

Bethune took two steps back, his eyes on the bricks on the ground.

The old man saw it in his eyes and sneered, "It's a young man after all." ”

Then he burst out, pulled out the dagger that was cut to his shoulder, held it in his hand, and rushed towards Bai Qiu'an. At the same time, there was also a fast-paced, perhaps eager to perform, the god disciple and the old man going hand in hand.

"Mr. Divine Messenger, I'll help you."

The young man, who was about in his early twenties, carried a kitchen knife. The speed is extremely fast, far beyond the level of normal people, but it still looks like a miscellaneous fish.

Without even a skeleton knife, Bethune suddenly remembered the couple from the Cangfu Hotel. Presumably, those two people must have a very high status among this group of fanatics.

It's not like an old man, a ruthless man at the level of an envoy.

Seeing the two of them getting closer and closer, the corners of Bai Qiu'an's mouth rose slightly. Between his eyebrows, there was the pleasure of the unconcealable conspiracy, and finally let his plan succeed.

Prison Phoenix: Homecoming

The fragments of the prison phoenix gathered like ions, turning into bits of light one by one. But it's still sharp, and the back side is ...... Without warning, hundreds of hidden weapons flew by.

Bethune watched as the old man stepped over the body of the "drunk" man. That's the treasure land with the most prison phoenix fragments.

The moment the fragments of the prison phoenix flew up, the old man's afterglow sensed the cold glow of the fragments flying around him. He immediately pulled the god who was going to fight side by side with him in front of him.

It's a pity that Bethuo'an's real long-planned killing move is actually behind the old man. Just one foot away, the fragments of the prison phoenix are unavoidable, and it is also the blind spot of the old man's vision.

The old man's pull was actually trouble-free, and the short pause completely blocked the time for the old man to do anything amazing, and dozens of prison phoenix fragments poked the two into a hornet's nest on the spot.

The prison phoenix returns to the nest, and the cold mangs are bathed in blood.

The difficult old man finally fell heavily to the ground, and the uneasy Bethuan stepped forward and made up for it twice. It was the most capable human he'd ever seen.

You must know that today's Bethune is no longer what it used to be, even if the strength of killing the two-winged god servant alone has an element of tricks, it is still his natal curse after all.

But at this moment, Bethune couldn't be happy at all.

The prison phoenix shook it, and the blood stains were directly printed on the ground.

Bai Qiuan looked at the dozens of people in front of him, and there seemed to be no fear or fear in their eyes. Even if the oracle in their mouths had been killed by Bethune in front of them.

"The demon has killed the oracle, and our companions let us give our lives for the justice of the world."

Someone in the crowd shouted, becoming the backbone of this group of gods. Then everyone prayed sincerely, just like in middle school, when a teacher asked students to recite poetry with emotion.

"O great power and god of the mountain, grant us your blessing to cleanse the world of the sinful and depraved."

Visible to the naked eye, the sparkling light came out of the ground beneath his feet and entered the body of the god. The sparkling fireflies have cloned the neighborhood with a warm coat.

"Hell ......"

Bethune rushed out first, and the devil knew if these people were allowed to pray like this, whether their bodies would be blown up first or Bethune would be killed with a single punch.

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