Arte, who combined the divinity of heaven with the evil cancer to reveal the posture of the pope, was really "beheaded".

The head of the grinning clown with a mouth full of yellow teeth separated from the cervical vertebrae, fell and fell,

It fell heavily between the curtains, and quickly rotted and drained pus on the ground. Even the golden skull beneath the flesh melted into pus,

The rotten flesh of the dissolved skull is sucked and eaten by the group holding the veil, and is recovered.

Yi Chen looked at the cervical vertebrae that had finally been cut open in front of him, and looked at the golden bone tumor that was still squirming slightly, without the slightest joy of winning.

"Sure enough, such a weapon is not enough to achieve the [decapitation] of an existence like Art, and even if I just want to cut off his divinity, it is difficult to do it.

The entire clown circus is his territory, whether it is a tent or a curtain propped up between the venues, it forms a whole invisibly, supporting Art......

Looks like I only have one path to choose. ”

After a series of combos, even Yi Chen felt seriously overdrawn, and hurriedly stepped in the air and landed on the surface of the curtain not far away.

Sit cross-legged, hang the dantian with your hands, and adjust your body with breathing.

The beheaded Pope Yat is still hanging in the air, and his physique of more than five meters still gives people a huge sense of oppression.

Strange things also began to happen, and for the first time the wings of the roulette wheel behind him began to turn counterclockwise,

Even though Yi Chen's eyeballs were burned out, his eyes were still wide, and his breath could capture the changes.

"Reverse regeneration", has Art reached this point! I didn't expect that such a monster could be born in the sick world of this fringe plane, no wonder those guys from the main material plane would suppress it in the form of a coalition army.

In that case, my odds of winning are completely zero. ”

As Art's wings rotated in the opposite direction, all five arms on the ring's wings were completely broken in the process.

It seems that these arms are being 'traded' in exchange for the reversal of the regeneration of the head.

The "decapitation" rule that Yi Chen left on Yat's neck was indeed forcibly reversed, and the golden tumor immediately swarmed up.

It's just that this regeneration process is a little strange.

There is no regeneration of the structure of the skull above the cervical vertebrae.

Instead, a special throne was formed by the stacking of golden tumors, and a cranky clown head was carved out of the back of the chair through the veins.

The seat continues to proliferate, forming Art's most common humanoid posture on weekdays, sitting on the throne.

It's just that he is not wearing a clown costume, and his naked body is like a fat old man of seventy or eighty years old, with wrinkles and fat blending with each other.

The faces of the strong men protruded from all parts of his body, including exiled malignant tumor patients, the Pope, and some Silver Circle powerhouses with special physiques.

It's just that Art, who is on the throne, showed a rare face of hatred, and it seems that the beheading from Yi Chen made him lose face, losing the dominance of this performance, and making Yi Chen the [protagonist] in the true sense.

However, the face of hatred was soon replaced by a completely torn smile.

On the throne, Art stretched out his arms and his abdomen, revealing the faces carved into him.

"As you can see, these are the powerful men who I once recognized, and they will be taken into my [Treasure Room] in a special form after their defeat.

And you...... Mr. Yi, congratulations on your qualification to enter the Treasure Room. ”

Art no longer has the heart to perform, now he just wants to completely defeat Yi Chen, he controls the body of the Pope more than five meters through the tumor connection between the thrones.

The giant bell, which was originally held in the right hand, was held in both hands.

Whether it is swing speed, power and accuracy are increased several times,

When Yi Chen saw this scene, he just whispered to Nash in his body: "Prepare to carry out the thing I said before." ”

Then Yi Chen slowly got up and prepared for the attack!

Twisting the foot...... Blink!

Several remnants appeared around Art at the same time, and the real body was in the air behind Art.

Art on the throne was surprised, "Aha! Mr. Yi's speed is a lot slower than before, I can see it clearly...... Sure enough, did the continuous performances make you tired? ”

The Pope's body twisted rapidly, carrying the rotational force of his body, and the giant bell held between his hands suddenly swept towards his back!

The power is great, and it is the most powerful blow in this performance.

The wind pressure that formed even lifted the nearby curtain team,

The giant bell has completely locked the vacated Yi Chen, and there is no way to hide! But...... Yi Chen himself didn't mean to dodge, and he didn't even remove the joints like before.

but quietly feel this sense of power,

Feel the route of the giant hammer swinging,

At the moment before the hit, Yi Chen suddenly turned around in the air, and his feet bent his knees and stepped steadily on the surface of the giant clock! The movement of the body and the cushioning created by the contraction of the knees minimizes the damage caused by the knock.

The most critical reality is to borrow,

Yi Chen's goal has long been not on Art, but on the tent of the circus!

Poop!

The sound of the bell ringing reverberated over the circus, and the blood mist exploded...... It was as if Yi Chen's body had been shattered.

It's just that this sound is much quieter than expected.

Blood Mist,

A black shadow flew super fast towards the edge of the tent, so fast that even Art couldn't see clearly.

Only William, as a director, can barely see with the help of the eyes formed by the small grapes, and the black shadow is only half of Yi Chen's body.

"Yi Chen, this guy actually dares to borrow strength! With such a blow in the front, is it only the lower half of the body that is shattered...... It's too daring!

If this blow is not dealt with, it will be deadly. ”

current

Yi Chen flew to the edge of the tent at an unprecedented speed,

Even though he had unloaded and borrowed his strength to the greatest extent, the lower half of his body was still shattered by the giant bell...... And the wound is still growing wildly, multiplying flesh at a rate of half a ton per second.

If left untreated, an exaggerated Roshan structure might grow from Yi Chen's lower body within a minute.

merely

Nash was in the process of a quick clean-up, cutting off as much as possible to get rid of the proliferative substances.

With Nash's help suppressing the malignant proliferation in his body, Yi Chen didn't care about the situation of his body at all, his eyes stared straight in front of him, staring at the tent he was about to collide with.

【Extreme】

Without the use of a hand axe,

Instead, he holds the dagger with both hands and pours the strength of his whole body into the tip of the knife! With the speed of being struck by the giant bell, he rushed to the edge of the tent and inserted himself into it.

Swish!

The tent was torn open in an instant,

The inside was a bottomless fleshy quagmire, and the circus tent that Art had set up was self-aware, and feeling this being torn apart, the surrounding tents began to pump flesh to this place.

It's just that Yi Chen's tearing speed is significantly faster than the speed of filling, or even several times faster.

Not only that,

Those who had lifted and knelt down to worship Yi Chen were all gathered in front of them at this moment, struggling to bite, dig and gnaw on the tent.

The army of death is like a black spear that pierces Arte's clown circus, tearing it apart, breaking through!

Swish!

The moment you leave the tent,

Yi Chen's performance as the eldest daughter Jennifer also ends here, and her consciousness returns to the ontology of the backstage!

Inside the Clown Circus,

On the throne, Art looked at the pierced opening, feeling the breath of the target's loss, and his anger and malice exploded in an instant, which could no longer be contained.

【Old World-Lupo】

The false moon head hanging in the sky seemed to condense an extremely painful expression, and then a large amount of tumor tissue overflowed from the eye sockets and nostrils of the moon crater structure, as if it was 'crying bitterly'.

I even feel that these fluid-like tumors are almost going to swallow the entire yin head in reverse.

(End of chapter)