Naturally, the bishop will not say his last words, and the priesthood of God, no matter how strange the god he worships, as long as he entrusts his body and mind to that god, he will naturally be far away from the world, without human taste, and will only blindly approach God.

What is God?

Yin and yang are unpredictable gods.

The god of change.

However, in the scriptures, there are more secret accounts of the word "God" that are not known to ordinary people.

The shape is absurd, something that makes a talented person unspeakable.

Something that behaves strangely and is unknowable to the wise.

The essence is treacherous, something that makes philosophers indescribable.

Called God.

The aura emanating from the bishop's body at this moment is indescribable, indescribable.

This aura first affected Feng Yiming, among the Five Tigers, Feng Yiming was the first human to convert to the bishop, to the god that the bishop worshipped, and also accepted the bishop's evil transformation ritual earlier than his father, at this moment, his mind was completely empty, just roaring: "Ph'ngluimglw'nafhCthulhuR'lyehwgah'naglfhtagn!"

With a roar, he slammed in front of Wei Ye, but the immortal warlock was in no mood to pay attention to this young head of the Five Tigers Sect at the moment, and just slashed his sword horizontally: "The shrimp soldier and crab general will be a little farther away!"

The peach daughter slashed horizontally, but Feng Yiming screamed strangely, and suddenly put his hands forward, making a two-handed white blade rack, and suddenly closed the peach daughter in the palm of his hand.

At the same time, Feng Yiming's clothes burst open, revealing the gray-green scales that he had been perfectly concealing.

For Feng Yiming's sudden transformation, Wei Ye's face did not change, and his left palm slapped the sword suddenly, and the peachwood magic sword came out of his hand-

There was no need for any killing techniques, only a sword shadow pierced through Feng Yiming's body covered with scale armor!

It should have been a half-sea demon body that could not be injured by swords and spears, but it was difficult to stop the sharp edge of the magic sword at all, and the torn flesh and ground heart splattered out from the huge wound where the magic sword penetrated the vest. Although the Sea Demon Clan can also be called an immortal species, this long-lived but weak body is like a joke in the face of killing!

The peachwood magic sword penetrated Feng Yiming's body, and the remnants of the power did not stop, and they came directly to the bishop. And the bishop, who presided over the death ritual, just glanced at the round nun.

With just one glance, Yuanxuan felt that her soul was completely controlled by the cold aura from the deep sea, and involuntarily, she swept up suddenly, blocking straight in front of Wei Ye's sword blade!

"Looking for death?, I'll fulfill you!"

Wei Ye slapped again, and the true qi of the Dao Sect penetrated through the blade of the sword, and then the killer!

The sword rainbow pierced through the air, and the round nun knew that it was not Wei Ye's opponent, although she involuntarily blocked in front of the bishop, she still twisted her body slightly, barely avoiding the vital point. However, her right arm was connected to most of her shoulder, and she was cut off by the peachwood magic sword and fell into the water!

Losing an arm, the round nun fainted in pain, and in front of the bishop, no one stopped Wei Ye, the evil star.

When the rabbit fell, Feng Yiming broke his heart and died, the round nun fell into the water with a broken arm, seeing the tragic death of his parents and his daughter, Feng Tiannan was extremely sad and hateful, roared angrily, picked up the green steel rod and wanted to fight against Wei Ye. However, as soon as his body moved, He Ming stopped in front of him with the half of the golden stick: "Feng Lao'er, your opponent is me!"

But compared to Feng Tiannan, who was excited, the bishop with a fish-faced face was extremely calm, just kept chanting the ode to the evil god and walked towards the remaining two sarcophagus.

The secret ritual of killing and sacrificing is either to communicate with the other world, or to summon evil things, how can Wei Ye let this fish-faced monster be successfully summoned? He was in a vertical position, and the sound of the tiger's roar under his feet suddenly launched, and his body rose with the wind, and he suddenly rushed to the bishop, commanding the sword technique, and the true luck was transformed into the power of burning evil, and he took the bishop's right eye!

Facing Wei Ye's poking sword point, the bishop didn't dodge or dodge, but let Wei Ye poke his finger in-

The sticky feeling of the lens of his eyeballs touching his fingertips made Wei Ye shudder. Before he could feel anything about such a disgusting touch, however, an undisguised malice poured out of the bishop's unusually wide eyes.

It wasn't blood, it wasn't tears, it was a tentacle full of sticky slurry and serrated suction cups, just like that, it came out of the bishop's eye socket and attacked Wei Ye directly!

"I'll go, what the hell is this!"

With a scream, Wei Ye moved again, and his body suddenly retreated backwards. And in front of him, as if stimulated by the magic power of the Dao Sect Refining at Wei Ye's fingertips, the bishop's head suddenly burst open, the skull turned into fragments and flew out, and the flying white fragments did not know whether they were eyeballs or brains, and under the shattered cranial cavity, there was still a half-open mouth, like a crappy flower pot that had failed to be fired, and in it shook jet-black tentacles like snakes that were active when they were stung.

"Is this bastard perverted and using his body as a nourishment bowl for breeding monsters?!"

Wei Ye's scolding didn't seem to be able to move the bishop, and on the monk's robe that had been torn, a substance like gray-green pectin could be vaguely seen, slowly squirming, and finally turned into two completely different faces.

A young face was ordinary, revealing a pious and fanatical expression, and kept shouting: "Have you heard the gospel? Blessed are those who listen to the gospel, but pathetic those who reject the gospel! O Han Chinese who do not want to receive the gospel, your soul is as low as a slave, and even hell does not need you as fuel." This is the judgment of Lord Nelson, a witness of the Lord Yahweh!"

The other face is the fish-faced face of the man the bishop has always shown, and he recites the hymn with a wicked look like a sick man mad from love: "The gospel is not enough to save me, how can the grace of God exist?, oh, how great is the sin of my soul! How magnificent is the road of destruction! Not even the mercy of heaven can save me! Even if I lie down in the grave, my soul will not sleep! I, who have done all the blasphemous, now entrust everything to the demons, and let the cruel wings of darkness descend into this world from the endless eternity with the clap of the human wail!"

And at this moment, Wei Ye's bamboo slip terminal flashed a new message on the retina of the immortal warlock at an inopportune time:

"The Chimera-style soul synthesis type monster was discovered, and after the initial examination, it was confirmed that the object was a combination of souls from different time and space, and its mental wavelength was close to that of the fugitive astral adventurer 'Nelson' who had lost contact in a certain time and space, or the object could be tried to capture and handed over to Yang Yongxin's treatment center. ”