Zefa of the Pirate

Chapter 269, New God

"No, no, it's going to break!"

"Don't fight anymore! I admit defeat!"

The transparent cover desperately moved closer, and the old man sitting inside shouted while waving his hands, with an extremely vivid expression on his face.

The expressions of Mosa and the group of strong natives around him became more vivid...

Is this the God Shura talked about?
Is this the source of the Bika disaster?

This is, this is the enemy who made us so embarrassed just now? !
Especially Mo Sa, he felt that he might have been possessed by the Bone King just now, otherwise he couldn't explain why he thought so much...

Looking back now, it seems that Mosa has been saying the most cruel things since the very beginning, doing very cowardly things...

He said he wanted to push it flat, but when things came to an end, he still chose a more peaceful way. Facing the strangeness of the blood pool, he always thought of cautious probing, and had no intention of pushing directly.

It's not like a nature department at all!

But all of this is not as important as the fruit beside the old man in Mosa's view.

I finally saw you, and I have been thinking about it for more than ten years - the thunderous fruit!

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"If you tell me not to fight, I won't fight? This thing killed half of the entire Bika people outside in a short period of time, and the rest are probably not very good now, and it made me so embarrassed just now... Why don't you hit it!"

"Hmm... hiss—" the old man scratched his head suspiciously, but his hair was messy and knotted, and he grabbed several strands of hair forcefully, and he jumped in pain!

After the scalp no longer hurts, the old man gave Mo Sa a hard look, and Mo Sa stared at the old man without showing any weakness. The old man scratched and scratched his messy hair, and said with a puzzled expression:

"I attacked you because you did threaten me, but those lowly bloodlines outside will die if they die~ Although your background should not be very good, but a quasi-god like you is advancing towards a demigod Existence can no longer care about this kind of thing, so why do you care about the life and death of some lowly people? Anyway, these lowly people are like weeds, no matter how they are destroyed, they will grow again in large and complete pieces. Use them for experiments and let them Isn't it reasonable to sacrifice for the great me?"

Mosa absorbed a lot of information from the old man's words, but he immediately asked the most important question that he cared about the most: "Experiment? What experiment?"

"This, this is also one of the reasons why I ran out." There was a weird smile on the old man's face that was completely different from the dazed one just now.

boom!
Blood Lake exploded!
Yes, that's the only way to describe the scene from Mosa's point of view.

The real explosion and the wave of blood that soared into the sky shocked everyone. It was because they knew how difficult this thing was to mess with that they touched it so deeply!The blood in the entire Blood Lake spread to the entire Bika in the blink of an eye!

"Ah!!" "Wow!" "Wow!" "..."

One after another howling came from all directions, Mosa was stunned, the old man with the sword was stunned, and the two boys were also stunned...

Their knowledge clearly told them what happened—the blood wave was actually absorbing the blood and essence of those bound by Mosa!
Seeing the shriveled figures one by one, several people shuddered in unison.

Even the well-informed Mosa has never seen such a weird scene with his own eyes!

This time Mosa did not try to stop him. He is not the Holy Mother, nor is he a responsible and kind-hearted person like Father Zefa. He knows his principles very well, and he will try his best to save him within his power, otherwise he will be helpless!

Now these people are obviously the latter. Mosa doesn’t know how long this old man has been planning in Bika, but it is definitely in years, or even ten years. For such a long time, Mosa does not trust the other party. There is no way to threaten yourself at all!
So Mo Sa just watched the old man vigilantly and did not move.

Several other people also knew what time it was, and they were obedient and silent—even if there were their disciples, friends and even brothers and sisters among those who shriveled up.

Mosa tentatively communicated with the old man who was obviously different, as if he was a different person: "What do you want to do?"

"I want to become a god! To be a real god! To be a new god!" The old man stood up and stretched out his hands with fanaticism!
God again...

This person was refreshing himself just now, and he also said that I am a quasi-god...

Could it be that there is another nine-level peak seven-turn half-step Dzogchen quasi-god... this kind of thing?

Mo Sa frowned, and couldn't help asking: "What the hell is a god!? What other quasi-gods and demigods are there!"

"You have become a quasi-god or even close to a demigod, yet you don't even know what a god is?" The old man turned his head in disbelief, and Mo Sa could feel the surprise in the old man's heart through the hood.

"Ha, haha...hahaha! Has the world down there become like this? Even God doesn't know...hahaha!" The old man laughed louder and louder, and even tears came out of the corners of his eyes. Mosa couldn't hear the complex emotions.

The old man suppressed his laughter, looked at Mosa and asked, "Have you eaten the fruit of the gods? The fruit of the desert?"

Although his words were weird, Mosa still understood that the other party was talking about his rustling fruit, so he nodded: "Yeah."

The old man glanced at the bloody Bika who was still brewing, and then at the vigilant Mosa, he couldn't help curling his lips, "Are you already consummated now? If the person who eats the fruit of the gods has the power of gods consummated It is a quasi-god, and it is also the first creature to be given the title of god, and when your god body grows to [-] dao power, you will become a demigod!"

At this moment, Mo Sa seemed to feel that the old man had turned back to the stunned guy he had just met, but more thoughts were attracted by the familiar words: "Dao Li?"

"What? Do you know Daoli?"

"It's about ten forces." As he said that, Mosa threw a punch, simulating the strength of an ordinary navy soldier.

Seeing is believing, Mosa chose a simpler way of communication. Mosa felt that the old man would gain even more than the thunder fruit, and he found that those who were sucked dry by Bika still had After a trace of life, I don't want to shoot anymore.

Every sentence and every word of the old man contained a lot of information, which made Mosa think hard, so that he subjectively ignored the blood wave raging on Bika.

And the blood on Bika gradually flowed back after almost everyone was sucked dry, and gathered under their feet to form a small, rapidly expanding vortex...

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(End of this chapter)