The diagram made of blood on the earth was emitting a strange dark red light at this time, and it seemed that Fan Ma in the center of the diagram was very satisfied.

The blood stains that had been dried up seemed to be encouraged by some mysterious force at this time, and jumped up from the ground, forming mysterious and simple symbols in mid-air.

And it was a sunny and dry weather, but as the Church of the Evil God ceremony was going on, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a cold wind hung in the dense forest, blowing the trees dozens of meters high and whining.

"It's a success, it's finally a success! My old woman, you can finally be resurrected, I, but I want to kill you!"

The priest of the Evil God Sect knelt on the ground with trembling hands, and shouted loudly to the sky full of dark clouds: "After more than ten years of hard work, I have finally succeeded, wait for me for a while, and it will be enough for a while!"

And the members of those sects also muttered excitedly.

Fan Ma listened silently to the whispers of these disciples, and with his ears, he could hear their whispers very clearly.

"Resurrection, eternal life, slaughter, worship of evil gods..."

Fan Ma shook his head, although these sects have a large number of members, but in general, these are the few keywords.

Among them, some are plagued by illness and yearn for eternal life, some want to resurrect their lovers or friends like the priest and old man, and some just want to simply gain power and satisfy their inner desire to kill, and of course, there are fools who are simply brainwashed.

"Buzz..."

At this moment, those symbols formed by the blood of the disciples quickly condensed together, forming strange blood balls, and quickly rushed towards Fan Ma.

"Don't be nervous, it's a gift from the evil god, open your mind and accept him!"

Seeing Fan Ma's eyes narrowed, as if he was a little silent, the priest old man pursed his lips and took out his knife again and slashed at himself.

This time, it's his abdomen.

The knife was extremely vigorous, and the knife seemed to cut his arteries, and strands of blood spurted outward in the form of jets.

"Believers, it's time to prove our faithfulness to the Evil God!" Even with the massive blood loss, the old priest still shouted loudly, but the massive blood loss made his voice sound a little weak, but his face was still ruddy.

It seems that this is a fatal injury for ordinary people, or most ninjas, but it is bearable for him.

Seeing this, Fan Ma's perception locked onto this sacrifice and probed his life force.

Sure enough, this old man, who is not amazing, has a more abundant life than Zhiqi Mu Shuomao, and the whole human body is like a raging furnace.

"Got it, Priest!"

As the old priest took the lead, the surrounding cult believers also gritted their teeth and slashed themselves with fierce techniques, spilling out the blood in their bodies as much as possible, expanding the momentum of this mysterious ritual.

With the addition of these fresh bloods, the speed of the ritual became even faster, and the blood turned into countless overwhelming blood balls, covering the south, south, and northwest of Fan Ma.

And Fan Ma still didn't move, at this moment, he was waiting for the real evil god. ….

"It's coming!"

When these blood balls were only a few meters close to Fan Ma, a huge and filthy spiritual power roared out from the large array of ceremonies, leading these blood balls to pounce frantically towards Fan Ma, as if a hunting dog had seen the most delicious meat in the world.

"Huh..."

Fan Ma finally moved, a distance of a few meters, for others to dodge the space, but for him, it was a leisurely stroll.

Fan Ma's figure flickered, and he rushed behind the priest old man very quickly, and then spit out the strength in his palm, calculated the speed and distance of the blood ball, and just hit him into the big array.

"Sting, lala..."

The old priest was swung into the large array by Fan Ma like a cannonball, taking the place of Fan Ma's original position, and was immediately swallowed by the overwhelming blood balls, letting out a terrible howl, and the sound of burning on his skin was burning.

The blood that flowed from the bodies of believers seemed to be intensely corrosive.

"You unfaithful bastard! You... You... You!"

The blood ball and that powerful spiritual power, under the operation of Fan Ma, suddenly entered the body of the evil god priest and completed this evil ritual on his behalf.

Fan Ma leisurely watched the ritual that was running at a rapid pace, where the old priest's body had already been fused with dark red blood cells, and the filthy spirit seemed to have entered it, transforming his body.

"You... You... What did you do?" Beside Fan Ma, Feimei was no longer that calm look, but with a frightened face, she said to Fan Ma tremblingly:

"You wasted your chance for eternal life like this?! He also threw the priest in, and you know that his fragile body will not pass the test of the evil god!"

"And, Van Ma... You bastard, didn't you say you're not good at fighting? You're lying to me!"

"Can't you? As a priest of your sect, shouldn't you lead the way?"

Fan Ma pulled up Feimei's delicate short white hair, patted her head gently, and said softly, "I really don't know how you sect members have brains? Don't you know that there are some things that men just say casually?"

"Don't worry, it's just a ritual, don't be nervous."

Fan Ma returned what Feimei had told him, and then stared at the evil god priest who was undergoing a mutation with a serious expression.

In his perception, although the spiritual power that came from the ritual could not be said to be very powerful, the aura was extremely strange, and Fan Ma had never seen a similar aura in the ninja world.

"Lord Evil God! Evil God! Have mercy on me, my blood and flesh are not enough to engrave your strength! I still have my wife waiting for me, please have mercy on me!" In the midst of the blood, the wails of the priests were heard, and it seemed that they were overwhelmed and on the verge of collapse.

The priest of the evil god, who had an ominous aura before, had now turned into an ordinary old man, pleading bitterly for his so-called "god".

However, the many crimson blood cells did not react in the slightest, and they were still beating violently, as if the potential of the priest old man was constantly squeezed in the blood. ….

Seeing this, the believers of the Cult of the Evil God Sect all knelt down on the ground neatly, and said prayers with words in their mouths, as if they were cheering for the old priest.

"Tsk... What if he can't make it?" Fan Ma frowned, kicked Feimei, who was kneeling on the ground, and asked a little irritably.

In his perception, although the vitality of the old priest was getting stronger and stronger, the aura that belonged to him fell sharply.

"Of course it will fail! It will even attract the punishment of the evil god!" Feimei said without thinking, and then looked at the huge blood ball in the big array with worry, and said slowly:

"If you want to pass the trial of the evil god and become the spokesperson of the evil god, you must have a strong physique, so that after you have obtained the blessing of the evil god, you can "purify" the living beings in the most primitive way, gather all the pain into the soul, and finally sacrifice it to the evil god!"

Hearing this, Fan Ma thought that the so-called "purification of living beings in the most primitive way" should refer to the killing of life in the same way as the flying section.

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A terrifying blood beast with six barbed black wings on its back, like a demon depicted in ancient murals.

"This guy... Who the hell is it?" Feimei lowered her head and knelt on the ground, but she no longer chanted the prayers of the Cult of Evil Gods, and her heart was in turmoil.

Fan Ma hooked the corners of his mouth, his eyes were full of black fire, staring at the huge blood ball in the air, and quickly analyzed the principle.

In his perspective, this blood was cooperating with that spiritual power, constantly eroding the original flesh and blood of the evil god sacrifice, and injecting a steady stream of vitality into it.

And the filthy evil spirit was also swimming around the blood cell, but the anthropomorphic seemed to look in the direction of Fan Ma with resentment.

"That is... This so-called ritual is to use the power of the evil god to reforge the flesh and blood, so as to endow the recipient with extraordinary characteristics..."

"No wonder, these cultists are looking for strong ninjas everywhere, and if the flesh and blood are not strong enough, they can't withstand the pressure of this kind of reforge. And that evil god also seems to ask these believers to use that ritual to kill the enemy, the so-called primordial, is the body technique, and even more requires the strength of the body..."

"Understood, old man, let me help you."

Fan Ma looked at Feimei on the side, shook his head, picked up a member of the Evil God Sect from her second rank, and whispered, "Now, it's time for you to dedicate yourself." ….

"Poof!"

Fan Ma tore his big hand, and the man didn't seem to realize what was happening, and was torn in half by Fan Ma's violent force.

Immediately, Fan Ma's paw pushed it, and these minced flesh and blood broke through the restrictions of the large array, and were forcibly poured into the blood ball by Fan Ma's strength.

And as the flesh progressed to the blood cells, and part of the power of the blood cells was distributed among the new flesh, the priest's wailing was significantly lessened.

"Old man... Aren't you flesh and blood strength not strong enough? If the strength is not enough, then I will help you get the amount to make up..."

Seeing this, Fan Ma nodded, it seems that his guess is still relatively accurate.

"No, it's ungodly! According to the texts of the sect, the rituals of the evil god can only be undertaken by the strongest disciples!" Van Ma's actions disturbed the believers who knelt on the ground.

And these so-called devout believers, at this time, also stopped praying incessantly, and stood up in panic, some were ready to fight, and some were ready to flee.

"Don't do this, the evil god will send down divine punishment, this is a blasphemy against the evil god!" After Fan Ma easily tore apart the second believer, the combat effectiveness he showed made these believers collapse and flee in a panic.

"Don't run... But you're a faithful follower of the Evil God... Isn't it just what you want to do with some flesh and blood?"

Fan Ma raised his hands high, and a large hand composed of countless blood qi stretched out from behind his back, sweeping the land, grabbing these fleeing believers together, and then smashing them heavily on the ground.

"These... You're going to have enough, right?"

As the flesh and blood of hundreds of believers replenished towards the blood cells, the flesh and blood of the old priest finally stopped being overwhelmed and got a little respite.

And Feimei, who was kneeling at Fan Ma's feet, was already stunned at the moment.

Where is this fitness man who is not good at fighting, this is clearly a demon who ran out of hell, and he has come to trouble the evil god!

"It's a battle of the gods... I just want to stay young forever and get a body that doesn't age, so why get involved in this struggle?"

Feimei shed two lines of tears, she didn't think that why would she run into another living evil god when she went out to eat takoyaki and drink cold beer?

Don't you have a dispute between the evil gods and the believers? Don't you know? Believers don't pay for the actions of evil gods!

"Ahh I forgot about you?" Fan Ma turned his head, looked at Feimei who was kneeling on the ground, and said slowly, "Actually, you are quite beautiful, my family is yellow hair, and I personally prefer white hair..."

"My lord, I can do it, I can serve

Yours, my body is fine..."Seeing this, Feimei was busy showing her figure, but she saw Fan Ma's cold face.

"You..."

"Poof..."

Fan Ma shook his head and sighed, "Since you and I have touched the cup, then I will naturally give you a good time."

Immediately, Fan Ma fell in love with the moon in the sky, even though there were dark clouds in the sky, but this one in the ninja world still exuded an extraordinarily bright moonlight, which was extremely moving. ….

"If it's white-haired, then why don't you choose Kaguya-hime and find a cultist like you instead..."

Fan Ma blinked, and was busy recalling a few female clansmen of the Uchiha clan who secretly courted him, and the figure was more powerful than Feimei, and it could be said that there was, "There is no one who deceives me into the female ninja of the Uchiha clan, right?"

With Fan Ma's identity and appearance, if you want to sprinkle your own blood, this can't be said to be a simple matter, even Tuanzang has to pinch his nose and tie the village flower of the Shimura clan to the gate of the Uchiha clan.

It's just that for Van Ma, he prefers evenly matched opponents rather than simply enjoying a boring sense of conquest.

Looking for flowers and asking Liu or something, when he first debuted in the ninja world, he was already a good hand at "Goulan Listening to Music" in the capitals of major countries, and he belonged to the strange and battle-hardened.

And the so-called sense of conquest, for Fan Ma, he is more looking forward to the Six Dao Immortals calling him "Fan Ma's old father", or punching him with a crooked eye.

"Tsk... It's really useless, old priest, can't this even survive?"

In the increasingly large blood ball, although the flesh of these disciples helped the priest old man's original flesh and blood and shared a lot of pressure, his spirit unexpectedly weakened.

What Fan Ma didn't know was that the model of this ritual was that the evil god took a fancy to Fan Ma's spiritual power as a benchmark villain, which was much more fierce than the flying section of the original time and space.

If it was based on the standard of flying dan, with such help from Fan Ma, the priest old man could still easily pass this ceremony and successfully become the spokesperson of the evil god in the ninja world.

"Hey... Isn't your wife still saving her from you? Old priest, if you can't get through it, I'll help your old woman overdo it, right?"

Fan Ma's voice was very loud, and as his words came out, the flesh gradually condensed into a human form, and one of them beat violently, as if awakened.

"Effective..."Seeing this, Fan Ma stared at another piece of flesh and blood that was somewhat familiar, and said in a loud voice:

"Feimei, do you hate me? You eat takoyaki and drink beer, and you become the plaything of the evil god, don't you want to face me again to take revenge? I'll be waiting for you right here!"

In the flesh and blood, a piece of the outside condensed Feimei's face that seemed to be a little bit of a lake, and looked at Fan Ma very resentfully.

"And the cultists of the evil gods that I killed, you all have a chance at eternal life at this moment... Keep up the good work!"

Fan Ma's voice seems to have the same magic power, and with the blessing of Tong Li, he sends his most sincere encouragement to these creatures!

And at this moment, in the flesh and blood, hundreds of faces moved, and they actually tore each other apart, bursting out with terrifying vitality, as if they were fighting for the final dominance.

Time passed slowly, the faces gradually disappeared one after another, and the flesh and blood continued to blend, and finally, the priest old man devoured the very unwilling Feimei in the form of a sneak attack, and became the final winner!

The huge flesh and blood were rapidly reorganized, and the essence of the blood cell and the filthy spiritual power merged together, and an extremely filthy aura erupted! ….

"Oh? With this kind of power and aura, how do I think that the flying section of the original time and space seems to be less than this level?"

Looking at the priest in front of him, who had become very burly and strong, Fan Ma looked at his new body with interest.

"You damn bastard... However, thank you very much for your ignorance, which allowed many disciples to take on the patronage of the evil god for me, and finally chose me to become his spokesperson!"

The priest clenched his fists in fascination, sniffing his arm frantically, as if he were in the body

Examine the infinite vitality of this flesh.

At this moment, he felt that he could punch through a small mountain!

"Alright, alright... For a heretic like you who disturbs the arrival of the evil god, I must cleanse my soul with your worst pain, so that I can be worthy of the great existence of the evil god!"

The priest roared angrily, baring his teeth, and punched through the giant tree dozens of meters high on the side, and took out a very exaggerated bloody three-hooked sickle about three meters long from the trunk.

This hook and sickle is carefully made by the priest, mixed with a lot of metals that are very expensive in the ninja world, and spares no effort to create the ultimate sharpness.

In addition, it has been ingeniously designed with three blades, in order to expand its attack range against the enemy and stain it with enemy blood as much as possible.

"This weapon may have been used by you, but now, use it to bleed you!"

The priest's body exploded, wielding this special scythe, and the green tendons on his arms bulged, as if he wanted to make a meritorious blow!

"It's not that I said, your sect is really abstract..."Fan Ma looked at the priest rushing towards him in confusion, easily caught the giant scythe with his bare hands, and said with some sighs:

"This evil god seems to be the ability of the soul system, and it has given you the ability to reforge your physical body, and it is estimated that it is also a strange existence that cultivates the demon path...

"You guy!" Looking at the gap in Fan Ma's hook and sickle, the priest stared at Fan Ma's palm in shock, and said incredulously, "You are also the spokesperson of the evil god?"

The priest didn't take Fan Ma's complaint about the evil god to heart, as long as his scythe cut through Fan Ma's palm and took the blood, then it was all over!

But now, this situation has to make him suspect that this may be an accident between the spokesperson of the old evil god and him, the "backward spokesperson".

The more the priest thought about it, the more it made sense, if Fan Ma was not the spokesperson of the evil god, then why should he help him in the ritual just now?

"You too—"

Looking at the priest's puzzled face, Fan Ma didn't say anything, just strode straight up, clasped his face, and then smashed it the ground, kicking up the dust in the sky.

In this unexpected enhancement, Fan Ma believes that the priest is definitely going to obtain a body that is more powerful than the original flying section.

If it is not you, then there will be one more disgusting scourge in the ninja world.

Feiduan's physical skills, or the strength of the body, are enough to tie with ordinary Shangnin, which is still not counting the bonuses of "Death by Blood" and "Immortal Body".

In Fan Ma's estimation, if the priest hits a poor intelligence, then many shadow-level powerhouses may also fall under his Yin Damage ability.

"Let me see... Immortal, right? Death is based on blood, isn't it? I'm actually more proficient than you in this business..."

Fan Ma turned his palm into a knife and once again entered the demonic "gluttonous form", and his palm carried black fire, destroying the priest's limbs.

Then, with his tough nails flicked up, he slightly tightened his epidermal defenses, and took out a drop of blood and bounced it onto his face.

"Come on, let me see what you're capable of... If I'm satisfied, I'll send a message to the Evil God and give you even more power..."

Fan Ma looked directly into the priest's eyes, and the magatama in the eyes of the writing wheel slowly turned, urging the greed in his heart.

"Good... Okay, you bastard, when I see the Evil God, I'm going to sue you!"

The priest licked the corners of his mouth, and his body gradually turned into a strange black and white, obviously entering the same state as Feiduan!

Seeing this, Fan Ma smiled, and cooperatively dipped his fingers in the blood stains on the ground, outlining a picture of the sect....

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