The black-robed man simply sat down facing him. It's just that on the triangular eaves, the only place he can sit down is on the slope. The head can only look up.

I threw the half bottle of Drunken Dragon Drink in my hand straight over.

The hand that had been miserable white appeared like lightning in just a flash, and the drunken dragon drink fell on his hand, raised his neck, and poured it into his mouth. The drunken dragon drink slid down the corners of his mouth, wetting the black robe on his chest.

I couldn't help but shake my head again: "It's a waste! ”

The black-robed man didn't pay attention to my expression at all until he had drunk all the drunken dragon drinks, then he stood up, his eyes rarely fluctuated, and a pair of miserable white hands instantly turned into a silver shining weapon.

"If it is true that you can be destroyed, then for the good of the public, I will gladly welcome death." The black-robed man made strange movements with a serious expression, as if he was performing a ritual.

I stood up and walked to the side, observing with interest as if I were watching a performance.

The black-robed man turned his head to look at the place where I had just sat last night, and the corners of his mouth curled, disappeared suddenly, and reappeared, with a pair of hands like sharp blades.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the space, showing a touch of sadness on his face, and slowly turned around and walked towards the ground step by step. Even if it is two or three meters high, it is a step out, and it looks natural to fall on the ground.

This is an illusion created by the realm of the soul. I don't know how strong the demon's mind is, especially whether the product made by foreigners is evil or not.

Drunken dragon drink is undoubtedly the best way to kill the mind. However, I obviously overestimated the mind of the black-robed man, and in the soul realm, the black-robed man didn't notice anything at all.

The black-robed man walked very slowly, step by step in the middle of the night, and the footsteps were very harsh.

I followed the black-robed man slowly, like two friends moving forward slowly, one left and one right. To my surprise, the black-robed man actually walked to the front of the teaching building with the heart of the soul realm illusion in his hand and a pious solemnity.

I remember when I first arrived, Pete introduced this school building as a medieval church. However, there is no trace of the church inside, and the rooms have long been renovated in a retro style, and the windows are all glass. Rows of desks are neatly arranged.

After walking through the long corridor for five minutes, the black-robed man stopped at the gate of the auditorium.

This auditorium is where the preachers preach and absorb the congregation. This is something that Westerners do even more extremely. In China, there are Buddhism, Taoism, and Christ, and the beliefs of the Chinese people are also diverse, but Buddhists are the majority. But in terms of the degree of brainwashing, it is the two Western sects of Christ and God.

Buddhists are just worshipping Buddha Guanyin at home, and they have nothing to do with incense. Needless to say, Taoism advocates that all laws are natural, and everything depends on fate. I thought of preaching because I was destined to preach. He never took the initiative to go out of the mountain, which is also a mysterious and admirable point of Taoism.

Christ God has a Bible, and two denominations pit together, and that's not all, devout believers are often familiar with the Bible, and in the Middle Ages, everything that is inconsistent with the Bible will be erased by the judges. Under such high pressure, the madness of Christ and Catholics can be imagined.

Anyway, after killing people and setting fires, go into the church, draw a cross, and then the pious confession can be forgiven, and after coming out, continue. It's a joke!

On the cross, the crucifix has its head bowed and its eyes look empty. The legs and body twisted unconsciously. The whole church seems to have a somewhat oppressive feeling.

The black-robed man stepped forward, carefully placed the heart in his hand in front of the cross, and used blood to make a cross on his forehead, and the red mole between his eyebrows was even more eerie light.

Suddenly, the cross emitted a soft light and shone on the black-robed man's body. The black-robed man raised his head as if he was feeling the sun shining on a spring day, and opened his arms.

His black robe slowly turned transparent until it disappeared completely, and a face slowly regained its blood, and hair sprouted like tender shoots. In a moment, there was a long hair that had been repaired and had been rolled up to the waist.

A black dress that wraps around the bumpy figure. A head of blonde hair, with a self-curly hair, spilled around the waist. A round face looks pure and lovely, but the big eyes reveal a sadness.

At this time, the black-robed man had already incarnated into a typical Western, beautiful woman, kneeling in front of the cross, lying on the ground reverently. Whimpering and crying.

This scene has changed so much that even I am a little confused. The black-robed man was actually a Western, beautiful woman. So why did this woman become what she is now?

Bang! While I was confused, the church suddenly trembled. The crucifix of Jesus suddenly moved. Turning his head, there was still a little mercy of pain, but on the contrary, his face looked extremely hideous, and even his eyes spewed this flame outward.

"Jack, you deceived me!" The crucifix suddenly spoke, and a hand was pulled out of the wooden nail of the cross, and the volley was clenched.

The black-robed man seemed to be grabbed by the neck and lifted up fiercely.

"God, I swear, I didn't lie to you! I am your most faithful servant. The black-robed man struggled.

So what are you going to give my heart? Jesus asked, tilting his head gloomily.

Burst! With a soft sound, the cross was cut in half by me. Jesus seems to have fallen to the ground, just an ordinary log. The black-robed man also fell to the ground and looked around blankly.

"You! Didn't I kill you? The black-robed man shouted in surprise when he saw me.

I smiled slightly: "You are stupid! I'm still standing here after you kill me, you're so stupid! If you are being used, you don't know that this is Jesus, and it is obviously a devil who is controlling you. ”

I laughed mockingly. The reason why I did it was because when I was dealing with this black-robed jack in the statue of Jesus, I had already seen that this cross was not the main body, but the real control was the underside of this cross. A so-called demon of Westerners should be suppressed.

And this female jack is just a puppet. When he recovers, he is just a weak ordinary person, but when the day comes, the demonic energy will seal all his senses and turn him into an evil demon. The red mole between the eyebrows was not innate, but a spell planted by the demon on the center of Jack's eyebrows.

However, this still does not solve all the mysteries, the demons fed by the three Yin Evil Arrays have been found, but with the accumulation of hundreds of years of Yin Evil, this demon should have broken the seal and left here a long time ago. Why does it still exist. The location of the church in this location must have been carefully planned. In particular, the location of the cross should be the right place to suppress the demons underground, which is why the statue of Jesus on the cross will move as if it were a real person. In fact, everything is just a trick.

"You, you're the devil!" The female jack didn't appreciate it, she stood up screaming, and the black mist on her body escaped everywhere, and after a while, the whole space was filled with an eerie atmosphere.

The black robes, the miserable white hands were like sharp blades, the red mole between the eyebrows began to turn bloody, and the ghost roared and wandered around.

"Alas!" This is the second time I've sighed tonight. I'm sure this female jack is an ordinary person, and I don't know if it's his luck or sadness to get involved.

What ordinary people can't see, he can feel for himself. Maybe if I hadn't appeared, she could have lived an ordinary life during the day, enjoying a quiet life, and at night she was possessed by demonic energy, killing people and disemboweling, like a superman, enjoying the thrill of being free from the constraints of the world.

It all stemmed from the red mole on his forehead. It wasn't some sinister thing, it was a contract, a soul contract.

It has long been heard that Western demons like to make soul contracts with humans as a way to collect human souls. In fact, it is just a contract, a contract in which life and death are no longer under one's control.

This may also be his sorrow.

Even if a mortal has the power to defy the sky, it is impossible for him to get rid of this soul contract, and sooner or later he will be annihilated and wiped out. It is also a sadness. The power is given by others, and the chance of trying to rely on this power to get out of control is almost zero.

Call! The hand, which had been white all the time, suddenly appeared and stabbed straight at my chest.

The Soul Eater Sword, almost instantly, was sacrificed, and a dark aura slashed across his chest.

Burst! Blood splattered, and Jack was slashed by the sword.

What makes me different is that I didn't kill it directly! You must know that the Soul Eater Sword is a growth magic weapon, and after many killings, it is already comparable to an immortal weapon, except in the Western Regions, in the face of the failure of the copper tree, it has never disappointed me at other times.

"Hahahaha!" Jack rolled on the ground and got up again. Suddenly burst into laughter. An originally lovely round face, the skin instantly turned pale and dull, blood vessels protruded, and the whole face became like a rotten dead face. The body is on all fours like an animal. With a weird smile on his head, he twisted his waist.

"How's my body? Want it? Come and let me hug! ”

When I heard this, when I saw this image, I only felt a surge in my stomach, is this a rhythm that can't beat me to death!

"Roll the calves!" With a roar of rage, the Soul Eater Sword slashed out, and in a flash of footsteps, it was gone.

Puff puff! Three in a row. Jack's head was cut off, and I stared curiously at the skin of the head swirling in the air.

Jack's body, like a vigorous wild horse, ran wildly on the ground. And his head didn't seem to want to go back so soon, laughing wildly in the air, and suddenly flew directly at me, opening his big mouth to show his snow-white teeth, looking like he was going to attack with his mouth.

"Look for death!" I roared, and the Soul Eater sword stabbed into the eye of the head.