The madrigal did not move, the cloak was tumbling and flying, and a blue membrane gushed out from under the cloak, forming an extremely resilient barrier, which was full of elasticity and enveloped Tan Hua's despicable lightsaber - Tan Hua saw his sword blade hovering on the madrigal's vest and trembled, but it was like poking a concave ball, no matter how difficult it was to advance, it would be forced back by the incomparable elasticity every minute.

"What's the matter!!, this blue thing......" Tan Hua's hair was swept away by the wind, and he shouted hoarsely.

"It's ...... Lan Aya!!Pastoral uses the power of the Faun!" Mo Qiu guessed probly, marveled at Tan Hua's sluggishness, and had to rush up: "I'll help you!"

Murchu knew that either the pastoral would die or they would die. On the contrary, if the two of them survive and inform Wu Valve about Madrigal's possession of Lan Aya, I am afraid that the bonus will be doubled.

The blue silk shell of the pastoral song finally couldn't withstand the power of the two martial gods, and it burst like a soap bubble. But Madrigal was still indifferent, and continuously delivered light dust to the coffin.

Mo Qiu withdrew his hand and gasped, and Tan Hua fought again, and then condensed the sword, roared and raised, roaring and slashing at the heavy shoulder armor of the madrigal.

Dazzling sparks burst into flames, and the surging light pressure pressed the pastoral to the ground. Madrigal half-knelt on the ground, and the ceremony came to an abrupt end.

Strangely, the heads of the nine gods still swirled around the coffin, like captured satellites orbiting the sun.

Murphy's eyes widened. He remembered the tradition of the Dead Winter Empire, where all mortal kings were made into dried corpses and displayed in the shrines in the aisles, as these dried corpses would be resurrected on the day the Blood God awakened to become the first glorious slaves.

And this one-of-a-kind golden coffin is for the Blood God. After a mortal sacrifices enough heart and blood, the reincarnation of the blood god will lie in this coffin at a certain moment and be poured out with the power of killing.

When the newborn blood god sits up from the golden coffin, the sun will never be extinguished, and the living beings will be ushered in endless torment, and only those slaves who have contributed to the birth of the blood god in advance will be given eternal life in the gift.

Murphy once scoffed at this paradoxical theology because it created a cycle in which creatures tried to help the blood god come to earth if they didn't want to be tortured, and the blood god came to earth in order to torture them. There are not a few people who come into contact with this theory who are mentally disordered.

Now, Moqiu couldn't laugh anymore, because based on his sense of intelligence, he guessed the similarities between the "Blood God Theory" and the "Karma Aya's Research": 1, both have powerful forces contained in a specific space, 2, both need a researcher to lie in a closed chamber to withstand the infusion of power, 3) once successful, the killing will never stop, the power will be endless, and the living beings will be tortured, provided that something sits up from the coffin.

"Pastoral, you're crazy...... You don't know what you're holding onto, you don't know what you're doing!" Murphy muttered dumbfounded.

Tan Hua didn't care about it, he just wanted to kill the madrigal. He finally knew why he couldn't cut through Madrigal's shoulder, because when Madrigal was half-kneeling, a pair of golden air knives revealed its outline - Madrigal interrupted the ritual and took out his sword to block Tan Hua's blow.

"Tan Hua, don't get entangled with the pastoral song, interrupt the ceremony quickly!" Mo Chen frantically bombarded the golden coffin, but it was difficult to scream. As a result, Tan Hua ignored him.

"Pastoral!No matter what you do, you will die!" Tan Hua was afraid of Pastoral, so he couldn't wait to kill Pastoral, this desire for security had turned him into a hysterical beast: "Go die!"

Tan Hua's lightsaber tumbled hundreds of rounds, rubbing so much that it "buzzed", and finally bounced away Muge's lightsale like a whirling grinding wheel. Then Tan Hua drew his sword and stabbed again, and the embodied golden thorn pierced through the shoulder blades of the pastoral.

This "Star Shifting Sword" is a second-order martial art, and it needs to materialize the lightsaber and form a golden thorn before it can be used, which is relatively rare, and it caught Madrigal by surprise.

"Pastoral, you already have three holes left in your body, don't you surrender?" Tan Hua villain got his will.

Madrigal's shoulder was pierced by a shining golden thorn, but he slowly stood up, held the golden thorn with his hand, broke it with a "click", threw it on the ground, and then held the sword with both hands, raised his eyebrows horizontally, and said coldly: "In fact, it is quite comfortable to be pierced by you." Tan Hua, you have relieved my pain. ”

Tan Hua's smile froze. He couldn't understand the words.

"Come on. Pastoral Ge used his body to protect the golden coffin behind him and provoked Tan Hua.

Tan Hua was evil and angry, thinking that in this pyramid, even if he killed Muge, no one would testify to it, and it was a good time to kill him. He opened his fist, and with a clenched fist, seven or eight golden thorns jumped out and shot at the madrigal.

Pastoral pulled out a decent sword light block, and was about to defuse the offensive, when suddenly Tan Hua's shadow appeared in front of Madrigal, which made Pastoral even worse. Tan Hua's "Star Shifting Sword" frequently bounced away Pastoral's defenses, and the two of them made moves like a raging storm, and in the blink of an eye, the golden thorn broke off a ground, and when the dust settled and returned to stillness, Tan Hua had already grasped a golden thorn and penetrated Pastoral's right chest.

Madrigal hunched his waist exhausted, his right hand hanging from the golden thorn in front of his chest, his left hand hanging down, crooked lightsaber, and gasping violently. But his lungs had been pierced by golden thorns, and the more he breathed, the more he suffocated.

"Chest tightness and shortness of breath, right? Every breath is one step closer to death, this is the charm of Golden Thorn. Tan Hua comfortably enjoyed the pastoral songs under the sweat and rain. If you stab Madrigal with a bare knife, the wound will be scorched and sealed, and will not affect Madrigal's movement, but the golden thorn is a materialized weapon, and when pierced through Madrigal's lungs, it will only enlarge the wound, leak air and bleed, and exacerbate Madrigal's weakness. This is the reason why some samurai are fond of physical weapons.

Pastoral grinned tiredly and smiled at Tan Hua: "The tactics are good. ”

Tan Hua ridiculed to his heart's content: "No matter how hard you try, a two-star warrior can't beat a one-star martial god after all." You see, you're running out of dust, and I still have some strength to spare, and you're tired, but I'm still in good spirits. Why do you have to struggle? Get down on your knees and apologize, I can give you a hard time. ”

"What an apology. Madrigal had a pained expression, and his breath hurt.

"Kneel! apologize for your reckless and outspoken offense, apologize for your unscrupulous ambition, and apologize deeply for every embarrassment you have caused Lao Tzu!" Tan Hua couldn't bear any provocation from Pastoral Song at all, he roared angrily, and cruelly slammed the golden thorn inch by inch into Madrigal's lungs.

Muge raised his head in pain, and his hair threw out a circle of sweat, splashing Tan Hua's face.

"Give me a good apology before you die!" Tan Hua was already hysterical, he did not hesitate to spin the golden thorn, and tortured his old enemy with appalling torture in this unknown fighting room.

After a while, Pastoral Song woke up from the brief shock caused by severe pain, and after he was wheezing evenly, he suddenly smiled and asked kindly: "Tan Hua, can I use thank you instead of apologizing?"

Tan Hua was stunned again.

Mo Qiu roared: "Tan Hua, interrupt the ceremony!"

Tan Hua roared back: "Don't you see I'm busy!"

Suddenly, Pastoral's right arm began to strain and grasp the bloody golden thorn. While he twitched involuntarily in pain, he lowered his head and let out a pleasant "giggle" laugh, which even made Tan Hua feel creepy: "Thank you for punishing that ruthless me...... I admit it, I'm superficial, I'm snobbish, I'm addicted to power, I'm greedy for merit - when I hold that soft corpse, I recognize my true nature, I hate myself for ignoring her, I hate myself for killing her, I can't wait to accept the punishment of ten thousand swords piercing my heart - thank you, Tan Hua, your golden thorn has relieved my pain, and your appearance has liberated my guilt, it turns out that it was you, not me, who killed Xiao. I can finally look at my true self. Thank you for showing your beastly face so straightforwardly, Tan Hua. ”

Tan Hua was stunned for a moment, his heart was turning over the river and the sea, and suddenly with a "rattle", Muge's slowly strengthened right hand actually pinched off the golden thorn that pierced the lung lobe.

Mo Qiu tried to interrupt the ceremony with all his might, but he had no time to care about anything else, and all he could do to help Tan Hua was a timely warning: "Tan Hua! Beware of his seventh sword! Hold on, I'm about to succeed......"

"?!I hold on?" Tan Hua didn't pay as much attention to detail as Mo Qiu at all. Although Pastoral Song pinched off the golden thorn with his bare hands, it was amazing, but Tan Hua had plenty of dust, and the golden thorn was somewhat, just take a step back and build another one.

In fact, Tan Hua did the same. He raised the golden thorn to block the back of the madrigal's attack, and was about to strike back and execute the madrigal, when he suddenly saw a mirror image overlapping the madrigal's body - like a drunkard looking at people with double shadows.

"It's ...... Reality superimposed?Wasn't the Sun King's imperial guard completely annihilated?How could Madrigal have this ability......" When his left arm flew into the sky, Tan Hua was still thinking about these questions over and over again. Although Huang Jiao and Dai Lu witnessed the phenomenon of "reality superposition" before they died, Tan Hua did not pay attention to details like Moqiu, so he took it lightly and embarked on Huang Jiao's old path.

Theoretically, Tan Hua should not be lazy enough to make the same mistake, but laziness is precisely the shining point of Tan Hua - if the huge bureaucratic system of the Pantheon is not constrained by laziness and inefficiency, then Li Valve, Wu Valve, Zhang Valve, Zheng Valve...... All of them have to accept anti-monopoly sanctions, so the sky is dark, the sun and the moon are dark.

Until the sharp pain of the broken arm came, Tan Hua never reviewed his shortcomings. In Pantheon's propaganda, laziness is not a shortcoming, poverty is the original sin.