The statue of the lifeless old mother seemed to have become a little different after fusing Qi Linqing's soul, like an emotionless cold stone coming to life, and a consciousness from eternity was awakened.

The mana in his body passed quickly, and Shang Biao immediately took out the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags, and one by one the Yin Souls were converted into pure mana to replenish consumption.

Yuan Ruan on the side also kept throwing all kinds of recovery props into his mouth, which was originally a mana supply for eight people, but now even with Qi Linqing's self-sacrifice, which has reduced a lot of pressure, it is not a task that ordinary people can complete.

Fortunately, the two people who survived were not ordinary people, Shang Biao had the source of mana of ten thousand ghost flags, and Yuan Ruan was also an old actor, and the supply accumulation in the movie tickets was sufficient, barely keeping up with the consumption.

A moment later, with a cracking roar coming from the idol's body, the extraction of mana finally stopped.

The rubble splashed, Shang Biao blocked his eyes with his hand, and after the smoke subsided, he looked at the position of the statue.

The original stone statue was gone, replaced by a true golden body condensed by the power of pure faith. The appearance is also more vivid than the previous statues, and the loving smile is as gentle as the spring breeze, which warms people's hearts.

The White Lotus was born into the world and was finally completed.

The rumored childless mother, the vacuum of her hometown is still coming, but she doesn't know what kind of changes it can bring to her followers.

Outside the Taoist temple, the actors of the Manchu camp gathered around the shamanic bishop, waiting for instructions for the next move.

Whether to fight or retreat, just waiting for her to speak.

The battle is sure that no one will sell their lives, and the actors of the Manchu camp have all completed the main quest after killing the opponent. Just wait for this part of the plot to end and return to the theater, and the reason why I haven't returned is to wait to see if I can get any benefits.

Shang Biao and Yuan Ruan were the same, when they started to receive the magic circle, their contribution had already reached the lowest one percent.

The golden body of the lifeless old mother glanced out of the door, and did not care about these relatively large ants, but focused on the body of the saint Lin Cong'er.

"My reincarnation, you don't seem willing to merge with me?"

The voice of the childless old mother was soft, and she couldn't tell the difference between joy and anger.

Lin Cong'er, who was standing on the Taiji diagram, trembled, his mouth opened and closed, but he didn't reply, just looked at Yuan Ruan helplessly.

"Mother, can you kill the Manchu lackeys outside the door. The disciples in the sect have been killed countless times by the lord of the barbarian heretical, please call the shots for the deceased brothers! ”

Shang Biao took the initiative to speak at this time, with a sincere attitude, and his face showed a look of righteous indignation.

The naked killing intent that the ancestral spirit showed to him before made Shang Biao remember it, and now he doesn't get rid of the other party by the hand of the lifeless old mother. When the plot is over, he will definitely be wanted for revenge if he wants to stay in this world.

As soon as Shang Biao's words came out, several people outside the door glared angrily.

Especially Ji Sanyuan, his heart was even more sad and angry. Lao Tzu is a brother when you are a brother, but you want to kill me.

"Protect me, she just came without a physical body and can't exert her full strength!"

The shaman's face was resolute, as if he had made up his mind, and he said a word to the people around him, and began to dance.

The childless mother in the view did not make a move because of Shang Biao's words, looked at him with interest, and said lightly:

"You're funny, you don't have any faith in me, but you're so concerned about the major affairs of your religion, it reminds me of the boy surnamed Zhu I saw when I last came. They are all sanctimonious people, do you also want to use the power of this religion to do that act of changing the day? ”

Shang Biao's face moved slightly, and he didn't know what this lifeless old mother meant.

The surname is Zhu, is it Zhu Yuanzhang?

It was the master who picked up the bowl and ate the meat, put down the bowl and scolded the cook. With the help of Mingjiao, he succeeded in killing countless Mingjiao believers.

If you really confuse yourself with Zhu Yuanzhang, then it is estimated that there will be no good results waiting for you.

Seeing that Shang Biao didn't reply, the childless mother didn't care, and walked directly to Lin Cong'er.

As the shaman said, the childless mother's priority now is to merge her reincarnated body, and other trivial matters are not important to her.

At this time, Yuan Ruan, who had been recovering from consumption, moved, and a stride blocked in front of Lin Cong'er. I didn't know what was right in my hand, and took out a black and simple long-handled war sickle, pointing directly at the lifeless old mother.

Probably this sickle is her confidence, Shang Biao frowned secretly, and there was some hope in his heart that she could successfully stop the childless old mother.

"Another hypocrite without faith, preventing me from merging with my flesh, just with this strange weapon in your hand?"

A golden lotus of faith appeared in the hand of the lifeless old mother and was gently tossed.

Seeing Jin Lian flying towards him, Yuan Ruan spit out a round inner pill from his mouth, forming a shield and wrapping himself and Lin Cong'er.

Then the long sickle in his hand cut through the palm of his hand, staining the black scythe red.

A grim reaper with a towering head, flowing silver hair, and wide sleeves emerges from the scythe.

"This is ~ the god of the foreign land, it turns out that you are all those people from outside the territory!"

After seeing the god of death in this unknown plot world, the lifeless old mother seemed to guess the identities of Yuan Ruan and Shang Biao. A calm face also showed a hint of surprise.

"Now that you recognize its origin, the old mother might as well enter the death realm and talk to this god!"

Yuan Ruan finished speaking, and waved the long sickle in his hand. The Grim Reaper standing behind her made the same scythe, and a dark spatial crack slid down with the scythe and appeared in front of the lifeless old mother.

The terrifying suction against the divine soul came out from the spatial crack, and the souls of the White Lotus Sect who had died before were constantly devoured inside.

The ghost boy hiding on Shang Biao's body screamed and flew out.

"Master help~"

The ghost boy looked at Shang Biao in a panic, and when he saw him take out the skull, he tried his best to get in, and then was included in the movie ticket.

Put away the ghost boy who was affected, Shang Biao knew that Yuan Ruan's efforts would be in vain. The ghost boy still has the power to resist, let alone the lifeless old mother.

Sure enough, the lifeless old mother was just pulled a step when she was caught off guard, and then let the spatial crack absorb how the faith gold floated steadily in the air.

"In terms of divine power, this exotic god is on par with me, just a weapon he has used wants to hurt me, even if he surrenders in person, I'm afraid he can't do it.

But this world is much more interesting than the empty kingdom of God, and what other means do you have! ”

The childless old mother is like watching a monkey show, and the endless sleep has made her heart extremely boring, so she doesn't care about giving Yuan Ruan more time to please herself.

"Sure enough, so what!"

A pale golden whetstone appeared in Yuan Ruan's hand, and he gently wiped the sickle, sharpening the blood-stained blade into a golden ray.

The whetstone of the god of war

Effect: A one-time item that forcibly upgrades a silver-level weapon to gold, but after a single hit, the weapon is completely damaged.

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