"It's impossible for my magic to have no effect!"

In this kind of confrontation in the spiritual realm, it is undoubtedly extremely gratifying that one ability can be used, and one of the most proud skills can not even play any role when it is overcome, and this frustration is undoubtedly extremely strong.

The god Tur slashed across his body with a great axe, using the blade to draw his own blood.

Endless blood wrapped around the axe, and his body continued to shrink in the darkness and darkness, and the giant axe became more and more huge.

"Divine Magic: Split"

When he used this ability again, red ripples rippled in the darkness, like waves sweeping, and the sharp edges drawn by the giant axe were superimposed layer by layer to push forward.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

……

The mechanical chanting also corresponds to the annihilation of these red ripples.

"Quack!"

The black-haired duck let out a sigh of relief, apparently pleased with the current result.

The emperor can suppress the extraterritorial heavenly demons, and the derivation taken from the emperor's methods also suppresses the god of Tur, making the other party doubt his life at the moment.

"I don't believe it!"

The target who had been pressed and hit before had the ability to defend absolutely in a short period of time, which made it difficult for him to believe it.

He didn't believe that there was a perfect shield in this world, and if he couldn't break the opponent, it was only because he didn't have enough power to cast his spells.

"In my name, call for the blood of my people!"

He stared at the black-haired duck and the ancient tree, and began to mumble in his mouth.

The object in front of him was more than enough to defend the city, but the attack was obviously insufficient, which was enough for him to slowly accumulate strength, and even have the possibility of an easy retreat.

The god Tur was angry but not hurried.

He chanted in a low voice, and countless spots of light appeared on his body, almost making his body transparent.

The dark and gloomy surroundings began to turn dark red, and the great axe he held did not draw his own blood, but automatically gushed out a drop of blood, then a second, a third......

As dense droplets of blood surged on the giant axe, the giant axe's size continued to expand, even beginning to approach the state in which the god of Tur had struggled before.

However, compared to the previous absorption of his own blood and the shrinkage of his body, the god of Tur at this time has not changed at all.

He stared at the black-haired duck and the ancient tree, and kept discerning where the godhead he needed might be hidden.

"Godhead!"

Previously, he had only wanted to kill the heretic, but he didn't expect this heresy to come from so much.

It was something they had been searching for but could not find.

Only by possessing the Godhead can one exalt the throne of God, and only by attaining the true Godhead can one be separated from the race and be free from religious beliefs and the troubles of the strength and weakness of the race.

Rather than hanging himself from his race, the god Tur is clearly more willing to take control of his own destiny.

He had been searching for so long before he saw a heavy object at his fingertips, and even if he broke the other party's magic spell, he could get it at his fingertips.

Even if the Godhead is incomplete and imperfect, he admits it, and it will be worth it at any cost.

In the hoarse roar, the blood and qi on the giant axe he raised were entangled, and from time to time blood flowed down.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

……

The mechanical and repetitive sound was accompanied by the panicked screams of the black-haired duck.

Originating from the mallard's demonic thoughts, the black-haired duck apparently had a similar perception warning.

"Can you speak human language?"

"Can you communicate with spirits?"

"Can you change the scourge for a man?"

"Can we make peace?"

"What do you mean by depriving me of my hard-earned ability to cultivate?"

"Am I becoming a container for you to hide, and you can easily replace me when I harvest?"

Venerable was able to suppress the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demon because they belonged to different individuals, and when Zhang Xuezhou was fighting with the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demon, the other party had already integrated into his body.

It's not just about fighting yourself, it's even fighting with an opponent who can use more abilities than you.

Correspondingly, Zhang Xuezhou continues to work hard to cultivate, even if he steps into the realm of self-only and true self, it is difficult for him to get rid of this entanglement.

If all the efforts are in vain, if all the results are for others to make wedding dresses, Zhang Xuezhou really has no intention of fighting, and even he will not work hard to survive, but will look down on life and death.

Probably eat and drink when you should eat, drink and drink, and everything in life that is bound by ethics and morality will become a dead letter, and you can do something if you want to, even if you are spurned by others, you will not care.

Zhang Xuezhou felt that he would be completely degraded, and even death would not bring him any pain.

He shook the leaves of the old tree, let out bursts of crackling angry questions, and the black-haired duck screamed.

In this spiritual world, the tripartite people obviously have three different minds.

The god of Tours wants to get what he gets, Zhang Xuezhou can't see any hope in life, and the black-haired duck makes all kinds of inexplicable sounds.

There is also an extremely mechanical chanting sound of 'Zhige' endlessly.

"Hit!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

……

Occasionally, the voice of any life will be transmitted through the darkness.

But none of them care.

Time is not a constant value in the mental confrontation, they are here for a moment and a half, corresponding to the outside world is only one second or two seconds, and there are certain circumstances that cause the mental confrontation to be short for a moment, and decades have passed in the world.

No one can influence the confrontation between them.

It wasn't until the sound of the dragon soaring elephant in the dark sky, and a group of giant elephants galloping and trampling in the sky, that the god of Tur changed his face, and there was a black-haired duck's incomprehensible 'quack' cry, which also involved Zhang Xuezhou's slight thoughtfulness when he stopped questioning.

"Phew!"

Ren Anran swallowed his voice.

When there is no time and no ability to solve the situation, Ren Sheng's advice turns to an all-round attack, regardless of whether it is life or death.

In the shrine, Turcalando, who had barely recovered to normal, fell into pain, and Turcarandor did not hide, and the bodies of the eight elders who were in a coma showed unnatural twisting and trembling.

Outside the shrine, several exclamations rang out, followed by the muffled sound of some landing.

And the sound of exclamation kept going away.

It was difficult for Ren Sheng to understand this situation, but Zhang Xuezhou had stood in the hands of the idol for too long, and Zhang Xuezhou's form was too terrifying.

He looked at the blood hole on Zhang Xuezhou's forehead, and there were still dripping blood and tears, and he couldn't care about how to judge accurately.

"Unleash the dragon elephant fighting technique towards the learning boat, hurry up!"

He urged Ren Anran, who had barely recovered part of his body, again.

If Ren Anran jumped on the statue to take these soul jades or break the stone axe, this kind of thing was obviously extremely difficult.

But if Ren Anran only needs to release the dragon elephant fighting technique against Zhang Xuezhou, this is something that Ren Anran will definitely be able to do.

As long as Ren Anran does not procrastinate, does not ask why he wants to attack Zhang Xuezhou, does not move slowly, and does not have any hesitation, Ren Anran can do it in a short time.

In the rush of screaming, Ren Sheng only felt as if his body had been hit hard.

The sound of the giant elephant trampling in his ears floated, and the body that had previously absorbed the spiritual energy was collapsed again, and he didn't have time to say a word more, and then it had turned into white smoke and shrunk back into the soul jade.

The soul jade lingered in the air for half a second, and then fell into the palm of the idol.

(End of chapter)