Wu Lao is an old man, an old man who looks like a broken candle in the wind, but he can stand side by side with the existence of the Blood River Ancestor and the Heavenly Demon Lord of His Transformation, Chen Xu does not dare to judge people by their appearance. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Prayer of the Witch World."

Wu Lao clasped his hands together and prayed to the witch world, and in the blink of an eye, a burst of white light came from the prayer, fell to the ground, turned into swords and other weapons, and attacked Chen Xu.

"Dreams."

Chen Xu disappeared lightly, and the next moment, the mist emerged, turning into a dream, enveloping Wu Lao inside.

Since Chen Xu comprehended the mystery of the 'trap' of the Trapping Immortal Sword, his domination over dreams has become more and more powerful, and even many applications that do not belong to the authority of dreams have been developed by him and integrated into the use of dreams, making the power of dreams more and more powerful.

"How can a little dream defeat me." Wu Lao held his head high, and did not borrow the power of the witch world, he directly released his spiritual will and bombarded Chen Xu's dream.

Syllable!

The superimposed dreams collapsed under the will of the witch elder, turning into countless dream fragments and falling everywhere. "A little dream, it will collapse at the touch of a button."

At this time, the witch elder was different from the witch elder just now, the witch elder just now was dying of old age, as if he would die when the wind blew, but now the witch elder is full of energy, he is old and strong, and he is no less than a young man at all.

"The Quagmire of Dreams." Chen Xu used his divine power to absorb all the scattered dream fragments, turned them into a swamp, and laid them under the feet of Wu Lao, and at the same time, the dream also struck again, falling on Wu Lao's body, constantly enveloping him and confusing him.

"Hmph." Wu Lao snorted coldly, and his spiritual will bombarded out again, shattering the dream, but the dream fragments did not scatter everywhere this time. Instead, it fell at the feet of Wu Lao, turned into a part of the mire of dreams, and strengthened the mire of dreams. The 'trap' of the dream swamp is getting stronger and stronger.

Seeing this, Wu Lao also understood that he had shattered the dream. It will not really get out, but will be constantly entangled, and in the end it can even fall into the quagmire and become a part of the quagmire.

So he didn't defeat the dream, but attacked Chen Xu.

"Faith in the Witch Realm."

A fluctuation of faith was transmitted to Chen Xu's body, and before Chen Xu could react, it invaded his body. It even extends to the origin of the gods, which is located in a distant time and space.

"You gods, who have absorbed the faith of the heavens and all the worlds, think that you have hidden them well."

"We don't know you're just playing with what we're left of."

"Now let me show you what the poison of faith is."

Wu Lao's words fell, and the belief that had been transmitted to Chen Xu's origin immediately burst out. One after another, the good sons of the witch clan manifested from it and praised the greatness of the witch world loudly.

Seeing this scene, Chen Xu's face changed, because these beliefs were clearly singing the praises of the greatness of the witch world rather than his greatness.

That is, these beliefs are not his beliefs. It's the belief of the witch world.

They are all impurities.

"Faith, our Wu clan is the ancestor." Wu Lao's will turned into a spike, stabbing Chen Xu's heart fiercely, followed by a monstrous magic voice, "Become a slave of my Wu clan!" ”

The magic sound played. With the beliefs of those witch worlds, Chen Xu had the idea of converting to the witch world almost immediately, but this idea was dispelled by Chen Xu's mind as soon as it appeared, and he then resisted the power of the witch elder.

"You have faith in the witch world, and I have faith too."

Chen Xu summoned his followers and asked them to pray to him, and suddenly a huge amount of faith came across the air, falling on Chen Xu's heart, and confronting the faith of the witch world.

"Don't hesitate, believe in me!"

The witch god boy came from faith, with the brilliance of divinity, and constantly summoned Chen Xu, "You are a god, but a weak god, in the heavens and all worlds, you are very weak." ”

"And I am a witch god, the most powerful deity, and if you convert to me, you will get unimaginable glory."

The voice of the witch god carried a hypnotic and bewitching sound, and his whole body exuded a charm that was even more powerful than that of the heavenly demon, and Chen Xu was almost unable to resist him in the face of him.

"No......." Chen Xu bit the tip of his tongue and resisted the voice of the witch god in a self-mutilating way, and the effect of his self-mutilation was also very good, and the damage from the spiritual level made his almost bewitched heart clear.

"You're very strong." Chen Xu gasped, using this rare opportunity to gather strength to fight against the witch god's bewitchment, "But my power needs to be obtained by myself, not relying on others. ”

"Relying on others for power will only become a puppet of others, just like those pastors, who are always under my influence, and it is difficult to get rid of me and gain real independence."

This sentence is not so much for the witch god as for himself, so that he can stick to his beliefs.

"If a person loses his independent mind, then no matter how much power he gains, it is just a landscape of the universe."

"It's like those stars, those neutron stars, those planets that are more energetic than stars."

"They will always be in the universe, a part of the universe."

"Are they really what I want?"

Chen Xu asked himself, torturing his own mind, and as he tortured, the witch god's bewitchment became farther and farther away from him, as if the witch god was not bewitching him.

But in fact, the witch god did not give up bewitching him, and even increased his strength, but his heart became more and more resolute to the witch god's bewitchment, so that the witch god did not bewitch him no matter how he bewitched, even if thousands of beliefs attacked at the same time.

"It didn't work." Seeing that Chen Xu's mind was becoming less and less bewitched, Wu Lao immediately turned into thousands of sword qi and attacked Chen Xu's mind.

"Elder Wu." Chen Xu opened his eyes suddenly, and one after another beliefs separated from his heart and blocked in front of Wu Lao, "Do you know that you are looking for death when you break into my heart?" ”

"What." Before Wu Lao could react, he saw countless faiths rushing over, and believers from all worlds jointly accused Wu Lao.

"You are Satan, you are a demon, and you deserve to die at the stake."

I don't know how many billions of believers spoke together, and the power of faith was intertwined into a huge amount of energy, and in an instant, the world was changed, and virtual reality was changed, and a cross appeared behind Wu Lao, and the terrifying power stuck to all the changes of Wu Lao, making him unable to get rid of the constraints of the cross.

Suddenly, a fire burst into flames, this flame was not a demon fire, it was not a heavenly fire, it was a fire of faith, a fire of faith that I don't know how many billions of beliefs urged the heavens and the earth to change, and whoever wanted to burn to death could burn to death.