Stripping the priesthood of "celebration" and seeking the priesthood of "pleasure" again was something that Viyer had already calculated. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He even did more than one rehearsal, rehearsing what he should do at that time and how to deal with various unexpected events to make sure that nothing went wrong.

But no amount of drills can replace practice.

For example, He never imagined that it would be so painful to be stripped of the priesthood.

In fact, he had already done this kind of drill, and he had borrowed a few ruthless butchers from Morani, and when he practiced himself, he gave himself three knives and six holes and blood all over the ground, and he grinned in pain at that time, and he felt that he had practiced very fully, and even suspected of self-abuse.

Now he realized that his original drill was actually far from it!

Among other things, the pain of stripping the priesthood alone was far beyond His expectations, even beyond His imagination.

"Boom...... Gurg...... "Because of the excruciating pain, he couldn't even scream, only a meaningless gurgling sound came out of his throat, like a rooster that had been choked by the neck all the time, and he was about to die.......

Of course, this is only a delusion, and pain alone cannot kill a great god.

It's just that...... For a brief moment, Viye even thought that it might be better to be alive than dead, after all, everyone knows that dead spirits don't feel pain.

This ridiculous idea only existed for an extreme moment, and was directly extinguished by Him. Then he ignored the three-seven-two-one, endured the terrible pain, tried to stabilize the stripped priesthood, and passed it on to the Holy Spirit through the last bit of connection between himself and the priesthood.

The white light flickered, and the Holy Spirit, who was originally covered in a white robe and couldn't even distinguish between men and women, was surrounded by divine light in an instant, and the divine light tore the white robe, and inside was a beautiful man who smiled very gently, and his eyes were like a crescent moon, which made people feel good at a glance.

But Sui Xiong and the others didn't bother to observe and understand the new god of celebration at the moment, and everyone's attention was on Wei Ye.

The really most difficult and dangerous thing about this ritual is only now really beginning!

Viye, who has been stripped of the celebratory priesthood, has greatly reduced his strength and has fallen to the level of a quasi-god. Especially since he himself is not good at fighting, and it can even be said that he is not even a quasi-god, I am afraid that a powerful legendary peak can beat him all over the ground at this moment.

There is no doubt that the current Viyer is weakened to the extreme. He found Sui Xiong before and asked Sui Xiong to help protect him, and it was precisely for this moment.

For a moment, the attention of the gods was all focused on Him, and nothing else was concerned.

Just then, a mysterious visitor arrived outside a cage hidden in a small half-plane near the main plane.

"Here's your chance. The visitor's whole body was shrouded in black smoke, so that even his tall and fat could not be seen clearly, and his voice was changed by the strange smoke, hoarse and low, and he could not hear the history, "The poor madman and the green jellyfish are now busy with a big business, and they can't spare their hands." ”

In the golden cage of divine power, Hasarin, the god of shadows and assassins, opened her eyes.

He didn't ask why, but chose to believe.

I have fallen to this point, what good can I gain by deceiving myself?

What's more, I'm already like this, what is there to lose, what is there to be afraid of?

Death is nothing to fear, and I have never been afraid of death.

So he smiled, and in the next moment, he burst out with all his divine power without reservation.

The cage of divine power that trapped him inside was created by Yol Gardeman, and with his powerful divine power, the cage he created was naturally enough to completely trap a medium divine power. But when Hazarin burst out with all his strength, but he himself couldn't pay attention because he was concerned about Viye's situation, there was an undeserved flaw in this cage, and Hasaline forced a small gap.

In the next moment, Hasarin's body in the cage exploded directly, turning into a black flame. Most of the black flames were annihilated by the powerful divine power filled with the golden cage, but after all, a wisp escaped from that small gap.

A wisp is enough.

For Hasarin, even a wisp of her body escaping the cage means getting out of her trap completely.

The black flame swirled in the air, and it turned back into Hasarin. He looked slightly pale and tired, but the light in his eyes remained firm and unwavering.

"What do you want to do next?" asked the figure shrouded in smoke.

Hasarin didn't answer at all, and the figure disappeared without a trace in a flash.

In the next moment, his figure appeared in front of the sacred tree on the edge of Void City, which was used to suppress and destroy the god of fear, Dialt.

His body was shrouded in strange black flames that were constantly twisting, and in this way, he temporarily separated himself from the main plane, avoiding being discovered by the enchantment left by the goddess of life to protect the main plane, and a lightning bolt slashed to death.

But the black flame was obviously slowly weakening, and it was obvious that his power was also weakening.

However, Hasarin didn't care at all.

He had thought that everything had hopeless, but now he finally had a glimmer of hope, and for that glimmer of hope, he didn't care about anything.

Gazing deeply at the sacred tree, his eyes seemed to be able to see through the big tree, and saw the figure that was sealed in the middle of the tree and was forever wearing hideous black armor. The God of Shadow and Assassination smiled slightly, and rushed forward without hesitation, burning all his remaining divine power in an instant, and all the power was injected into the customary artifact short knife "Soul Killing Thorn", stabbing fiercely at the sacred tree.

The power of this knife is incomparable, no matter how strong the vitality of the divine tree is, it can't withstand it, and in an instant, the branches and leaves are withered and yellow, and the wood rots, as if it has been completely weathered after being eroded by countless years after it has died.

At this moment, as long as a light breeze blows, this sacred tree will completely collapse and turn into countless debris scattered to the ground.

However, among the sacred trees, countless green veins shone brightly.

In the next moment, a green light filled the withered and decaying sacred tree, replacing its original structure and reshaping its body according to its previous appearance.

It was still verdant, still towering, and the withering and decay just now seemed to be just an illusion.

But this scene, Hasarin can no longer see. The sword burned out all of his power, and even the very existence of the gods was burned to the ground, and from that moment on, there was no longer the existence of the character "Hasarin, the god of shadows and assassinations" in the world.

When a brave man is determined to do something, he often says, "If you don't succeed, you will succeed", but Hatharien goes one step further, and he doesn't care whether he succeeds or not, and he throws his life away as part of the bargaining chips.

"What a great decision!" A human face emerged from the big tree that had just risen from the withering, and if you looked closely, it was exactly what Sui Xiong looked like on the earth.

Fortunately, he was able to reshape the Divine Tree at the last moment, preventing the God of Fear's priesthood from flying away.

Because of this, he was unable to capture Hasarin again, and could only watch as the loyal Assassin, whom he admired, fell.

Sighing secretly, Sui Xiong used a branch to roll up the artifact short knife that had fallen on the ground, put it in the trunk, and placed it next to the crystal of the Dread Priesthood, and put it together with the hideous black armor left behind after the Dread God collapsed and dissipated.

"I don't know if you had a crush on each other during your lifetime, but I think your relics should be kept together and keep each other company. He said to himself, "Some people may think I'm hypocritical, but I think let's let these two artifacts be your souvenirs." ”

With that, the sacred tree regained its silence as if nothing had happened. (To be continued.) )