Monster Edit: I Can Create Cthulhu

When the wind blew, the sporadic ghost-headed devil trees growing in the wilderness rustled, and it also blew the hem of Su Ziyu's black robe, making him look a bit heroic.

"Priest Xian...we meet again."

There was also a warm smile on Su Ziyu's face, without any killing intent at all, as if he was talking with an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"Yeah, we meet again."

Priest Xian also took a step forward, pulling the scarlet knife mark across the bridge of his nose to the corner of his mouth, trying to squeeze out an ugly smile.

"Defector of the Church of Knowledge, wise priest of the Church of Truth..."

Just as the two of them were at war, Bishop Lan Ming stared at Priest Xian, and suddenly said.

"Oh?" Priest Xian turned his eyes to Bishop Lan Ming, and the smile on his face suddenly became more exciting, "The Church of Knowledge? Hehehe... Lan Ming, I didn't expect you to be a regional bishop... What a joy to congratulate ..."

"Should I call you Priest Xian, or Xianye?"

Bishop Lan Ming sneered.

Seeing that these two people were old acquaintances, Su Ziyu was not surprised. After all, most members of the "Truth Society" defected from the Church of Knowledge, and it is normal for them to know each other.

"Hahaha... Xianye... What a long name... No one has mentioned these two words for many years..." Priest Xian showed nostalgia on his face, and stretched his arms to the sky, "I still like you to call me Priest Xian hahaha... After all, I am now a priest of the Truth Society... Come out, everyone!"

As soon as the voice fell, the air seemed to become much thicker, only the sound of swish swish swish was heard, and then three figures flashed out. They were all wearing blue robes and had a strong aura. Two of them It's the peak of the immortal class, and another old man with a white beard is actually a middle-level saint-level powerhouse!
"Xiaoxian..." The old man with the white beard bent over and fanned slowly with a palm leaf fan. His eyes swept over Su Ziyu and the two, and he said with a smile, "You were injured by that old guy Lan Ming?"

"I'm sorry, it's too light. I'll try to let him stay here next time."

Su Ziyu took a step forward and said with a slight smile.

"Huh?" The white-bearded old man glanced at Su Ziyu in surprise, his old eyes narrowed slightly, "You did it? Xiao Xianzi, it's not the old man who said you. It's really unreasonable to be beaten into such a miserable state by such a young man." Damn the reputation of our 'Truth Society'."

"Damn it, I'm absolutely going to keep him here today."

When the white-bearded old man said this, Priest Xian also felt a little uncomfortable, so he hurriedly said.

"Very well, young people must have fighting spirit."

"Director Hu..."

After seeing the old man with white beard, Bishop Lan Ming's expression also changed slightly, and he said with a serious expression.

"Hehe...Xiaolan, do you still remember me? I remember that I was the one who taught you mysticism back then? Hehe...I haven't seen you for a few years, and you've grown up so much...You've become the bishop of the church...Oh, old... It’s not okay to be old.”

The white-bearded old man named Director Hu said with a smile.

If outsiders were here, it would be impossible to connect this white-bearded old man with the homicide case that caused a sensation in a first-class town 30 years ago—the mother-infant dismemberment case in No. 13 block of Tianming City.

"Did the baby and mother who died in your hands make you so noisy every day that you couldn't sleep?"

Bishop Lan Ming's expression softened a little, and he sneered.

"Yeah! Yeah! They've been chattering in my ears all night, and it's annoying, it's annoying."

As he said that, Director Hu threw away the robe casually. On his chest, arms, back, etc., there was a vivid human face tattooed. Without exception, they were all women, and they were only three years old. Left and right, it's just that the innocence of childhood has long disappeared from the faces at this time, and there is a terrifying murderous intent that only monsters can have hidden in the eyes.

"Damn it... Hu Ming, you lunatic!"

When he saw those baby faces, Bishop Lan Ming clenched his teeth and trembled uncontrollably.

Su Ziyu on the side also frowned slightly after seeing this scene. It seems that the mysticism teacher of Bishop Lan Ming is not a good bird... He actually prepared such a disgusting ceremony...

"Little Xianzi, do you want me to avenge you?"

Director Hu put on his clothes again, and the howling sound of ghosts and wolves stopped immediately.

"No, leave that brat to me, Lan Ming to you, let's make a quick decision, the president seems to have plans."

Priest Xian's cold voice came out.

"Then. Let's work!"

The five figures separated immediately, and then divided this desolate land into two battle circles.

Su Ziyu was naturally entangled by the virtuous priest, while Director Hu led two other immortal-level peak powerhouses to surround Bishop Lan Ming. From the perspective of strength, the latter was obviously at a disadvantage.

"Lan Ming, as your mysticism teacher, let me check and accept your learning achievements over the years today." Director Hu waved his hand, and the three of them surrounded him in the shape of 'pin', and quickly moved their hands Changing seal.

"I don't have a teacher like you!"

Bishop Lan Ming quickly scanned his surroundings, and saw that he was not trapped, and his face was solemn. He made a seal with his hands, and a huge and illusory book appeared behind him.

"Concrete Visualization——The Book of Sages!"

The book is more than ten feet high, and the surface has complicated patterns, which makes people feel dazzled just by looking at it.

"Underworld Six Cannon!"

After the printing was completed, there was a loud shout, and the book of sages just happened to open to one of the pages. A huge black energy ball with the size of tens of feet emerged from the page of the book, and the energy ball began to expand rapidly from all angles. Shrink, and then stretch out six black hole muzzles, where the terrifying energy cannons gather.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that the church would value you so much. It's really enviable to give you all the visualizations of the 'Book of Sages'."

It was envy, but there was no envy in Director Hu's words.

"Spirit of the Storm!"

His turbid old eyes glanced at the sea urchin-like black ball in the sky, his pupils shrunk, and he slammed out the cattail fan in his hand. The violent hurricane instantly took shape in the open space in front of him, stretched and deformed, and turned into a man with a head and feet. Storm monster.

As soon as the spirit of the storm appeared, the surrounding area was immediately torn into countless pieces by the wind and air pressure. The black sea urchin was also instantly hit by a powerful hurricane force, and several pieces of the black muzzle were cut off instantly.

"Hey, it's a waste of those old guys giving you the Book of Sages."

Director Hu sneered, stretched out his hand to grab the void, and the spirit of the storm instantly squeezed out the heavy book that was half imaginary and half real.

"Looks like Lan Ming won't last long."

Su Ziyu glanced at Bishop Lan Ming's situation, looked away, and glanced at Priest Xian coldly, "I'll give you ten seconds, use the moves you think are the most powerful, otherwise after ten seconds, no matter what, you will be killed." will be a corpse."

With these words, Priest Dexian's face instantly turned livid.

After finishing speaking, Su Ziyu immediately released the restrained aura without reservation. The aura of a saint-level powerhouse rushed towards the virtuous priest like a tide. After sensing this aura, the latter's expression changed even more. shouted in horror;

"How could it be that the saint level is wrong. I remember that this guy is only an immortal level now!"

"Ascension to the saint level requires ritual assistance. So this guy was promoted in the abyss. He was promoted in the abyss. Does his ceremony need to use the power of the abyss? Impossible. Is this impossible? Could it be his visualization Is the picture beyond the level of ordinary gods?"

After muttering to himself, the shock in Priest Xian's pupils took a long time to dissipate.

Su Ziyu ignored Priest Xian's shock, counted his fingers, and said softly:
"ten"

"Nine"

"Eight"

"."

Hearing the countdown, Priest Xian's expression finally eased. He made a seal with both hands, and a heavy book flew out and opened again, violent spiritual energy gushing out.

"Even if you are promoted to the Saint level. Just because of the Saint level you just promoted, you are no match for me! This time, I will not give you the chance to release the sword just now!"