The gods are not to look directly!

On the continent of Federas, this sentence is engraved in the hearts of almost every priest who touches the transcendent, even if she is a demigod at the moment, when facing the true gods, none of them have the heart to resist, and even the thought of rebellion cannot arise!

Luo Shan felt as if her heart was being pinched by a pair of giant hands, and in the face of Venason's Sycamore Eye gaze, she only felt that it was so powerful that one look could suppress herself!

"Whipping!" Vinason's voice rang out.

Syllable! Syllable!

Roshan was struck by the invisible thorny whip, which shattered her velvet skirt, and her flesh and skin opened, and her bones exposed.

Looking at the open-skinned woman in front of her, she completely lost her former dignity and arrogance as a demigod, and now she curled up on the ground like an ordinary lady who had been bullied.

Immediately after, Venason leaned forward and slowly raised his left hand, his five fingers slightly flexed, and the ring on his index finger instantly projected a crimson light.

Syllable! A tentacle-like afterimage fell from the distant starry sky and slammed into Roshan, and the tip of the illusory tentacle hit the target's head with precision.

"God Makes Your Lord, Save ......"

Click!

The illusory tentacles in Roshan's eyes were infinitely enlarged, and before she could speak, her jet-black head was directly smashed by the tentacles, and at the same time, the space around her was also shattered at the same time, Venason laughed, her body was still standing in place, and the illusory tentacles discarded the headless Roshan at will.

Boom –

With the bloom of crimson light, the gray and white water above the sky rippled, and the ancient stone pillars standing in the distance began to quickly deform and twist, turning into a bronze throne engraved with gorgeous patterns, and in the next second, the figure of Venason sat on the bronze throne.

The dome of the galaxy, surrounded by seawater, and the surrounding stars twinkle, this beautiful picture is even more shocking than a dream.

"Hahaha, there are other ......"

Venason sat on the bronze throne and laughed, his face distorted with a smile, the eyes of the sycamore in his pupils became darker and darker, and he could even vaguely see several twisted tentacles on the surface of his pupils that looked like living creatures.

The illusory tentacles shook off the red, white, blood, and brain marrow that had stained the surface, and the top was erected again, like an aggressive cobra.

"Let me guess where you are!"

Venason crossed his hands against his chin, and the Eye of the Sycamore froze on the upper right, and with a sound of "brush", several illusory tentacles of the thickness of a bucket crossed and emerged, inserting them like arrows, and the entire space was shattered.

"Sure enough, the transcendent person who carries the authority, once it gets out of control, no one wants to face it, this kind of power, even if I am almost hit."

A cold and emotionless female voice, where the space was broken just now, came out of several dark green flames, and then the dim flames suddenly strung together, as if they had vitality, smoothly outlining an illusory, inscribed ancient pattern flame door.

The illusory door of flame slowly opened, and a female figure wearing a retro and complicated long dress, with a pale complexion, delicate cheeks, and thick waterfall-like dark green hair walked out of it.

"Sage!"

Venason looked at the female figure in the candlelight, and the Eye of the Sycamore remained motionless.

"And consciously, you're not out of control?"

Looking at Venasson, who did not fall into the slightest loss of control, I don't know when, this woman has already switched her abilities and entered the state of "spirit world".

And unlike the normal "spirit world", she quickly switches between the spirit world and the real world, just like the technique used by Venason when hunting Ollie, but this time it was himself who faced this skill!

"Out of control? Hahahaha, how do you see I'm out of control? ”

Venason sat on the bronze throne, clutching his stomach with a smile, and one of the illusory tentacles followed Venason's movements, constantly flapping and throwing on the corpse of the headless Roshan not far away, slapping until the internal organs squeezed out of his neck and splashed everywhere.

The dark green-haired woman in this scene changed her expression and opened her mouth slightly, until Roshan turned into a puddle of minced meat, and finally said nothing.

"Hahaha, interesting, and other saints?"

As soon as Venason finished speaking, two other figures of women in long dresses quietly appeared in front of the bronze throne, one of them playing with a skull made of gold in their hands, and the other cheeks were crimson and extremely charming.

"Is this the power of authority? You can call it a god, right? ”

Feeling the coercion from the superiors, the sage who was playing with the small golden skull in his hand trembled in his heart, and the two of them said.

This kind of monstrous flood of terrifying coercion, he had a hunch, if his own sequence was against the demigods, even if he just glanced at it, he would definitely lose control on the spot and become a monster, or not even a monster, and directly turn into a pool of blood foam.

"God can't look at him directly, but in the end, he's just a Sequence 3 kid, a divine phantom projected by authority, and the Sage Person is enough to break this phantom."

"Now before the old monster of the angelic level arrives, let's settle the battle quickly and don't be confused by the projection."

As he spoke, his dark and cold eyes were locked on the throne, and the extremely charming female sage attacked, his right fist wrapped in the high-speed swirling wind, and stabbed at Venathan's body like a blade.

Hehe, two fools, I really don't know how the Church of the Mother God of Desire and the Plague Church cultivated such idiots.

The dark green-haired sage snorted coldly, and his figure quickly retreated through the spirit realm, he knew very well in his heart that this was not a projection, but a real divine power.

Judging from the blow of the illusory tentacle just now, it was purely because his personality was too low, or that he was not skilled enough to use the power of the gods, and he could not use one-ten-thousandth of the power of the gods, otherwise he would not be able to dodge it at all.

Of course, there is still a difference between hiding and actively sending people to death, the sage is a god in front of the general public, and in the transcendent world, it is the group of people at the top of the pyramid, but in front of the real gods, it is tantamount to a firefly than a scarlet moon.

Woo!

In the midst of the turmoil of the fist, Venathan's head was instantly pierced through his body and heart by the violent wind.

Just as the charming Sage smiled triumphantly, Venathan's figure quickly faded into transparency, like a summoned spirit.

The near-invisible shadow rippled away, and Venason reappeared untouched on the bronze throne with a comical smile on his face.

"Hahaha, hahaha......"

How can it be!

The Sage frowned, unwilling to accept this reality, but calmly responded.

"Mary, use the magic item."

The pure white lace gloves he wore on his left hand began to squirm, and rows of dark golden fine scales appeared on his charming cheeks, and his pupils also stood up, strange and sexy.

Immediately afterwards, the sage named Mary raised the golden skull in his hand above his head, and the eye sockets of the skull began to emit an invisible wave, sweeping towards the surroundings, forming a huge wave entwined by wind blades and plagues, whistling and lapping past.

"Level 1 magical items? Hahaha, hahahaha......"

Venasson's smile grew stronger at the sight of the plague wave that was thousands of feet high, and he snapped his fingers, and the gray and white sea that surrounded the sky quietly wriggled and rolled towards the great wave formed by the wind blade and the plague.

The moment the two waves touched, a sound of glass breaking suddenly sounded.

Click, click... Click......

Mary let out a wail of pain, and now the flesh and blood of his palm fused together, leaving only the white bones of the forest, and the golden skeleton in his hand was shattered.