The evil god seizes the house, I will fail

But the problem is, no one stipulates that you must have a soul fire to be a member of Deathstroke!

What if it is a non-staff member!

The combat strength of the apostles of the death knell is as high as half a step of false gods, and each of them is ridiculously strong.The key is that the identities in reality are not simple either. Some are the three noble sons of Yaqi Shrine, some are high-level officials of Jingxuanfu Academy, and even hackers who secretly manipulate the global network.

If you have mastered a certain method, it will be a very simple matter to instigate a transcendent from the human camp without using the mud of the black abyss.

"Want to test my combat power, and then use such a thing?"

He reached out and grabbed the trembling flying sword, playing with it in his hand.

After the flying sword felt his breath, it became even more terrified. The terrifying sword that could tear everything disappeared, and it trembled crazily in its hand, cracking every inch of it.

Then it shattered into countless pieces of iron filings.

The Flying Sword of Punishing Evil was originally a holy relic forged against heretics.

Its source of power is the anger and hatred injected by the creator at the cost of his soul. It is a weapon that can only be used once, and it is bound to die with the enemy!

But beware, it's aimed at heretics.

rather than gods.

So when the power accumulated by anger and hatred, in front of a higher-level god, it will naturally be wiped out due to great fear and trembling!

It’s that simple.

Ji Yan was still in a daze thinking that the other side was releasing water.

After all, he had also seen the acting skills of his own ghost in the deep sea.

Especially the captain of the [-]th squad of Jingxuanfu Academy, Xu Shi, who is simply an actor-level acting skill. He was able to strike with all his strength and then abruptly withdrew halfway, turning the backlash injury into being bombarded by an invisible force. Even the landing point of the inverted flight is well controlled, and by the way, it hurts teammates.

It's a pity not to transform into an actor and then win an Oscar.

"Mister mighty! Hahahaha!"

Seeing this, Ming Snake immediately laughed and said, "Let me just say, how can such an attack of this level be difficult to get Mr.? With Mr. here, I am not afraid at all, haha!"

This guy's mentality changed quite quickly.

The glazed color in Arisukawa Erin's eyes was still bright, she glanced at him indifferently, and said mercilessly, "Is that so? You didn't think so just now, you were obviously thinking about how to escape ? If Ji Yan didn't block the blow."

Ming Snake didn't blush, and said cheekily: "Miss White Ghost, is there something wrong with your mind-reading skills? I know you are seriously injured now, and your mind-reading skills will be a little off. If your abilities are not working, don't use them indiscriminately. Be good!" Rest, sit still and accelerate!"

boom!

The engine roared like a beast again.

The hell tractor is galloping in the wilderness, and the wind is blowing.

Erin Arisukawa rolled her eyes, thousands of black hairs were messed up in front of her eyes.

Ji Yan smiled silently, and suddenly saw her rolling her eyes, cute and cute.

How strange, obviously being hunted down by the whole world.

But she didn't act like she was fleeing at all, but like a girl on the train who was about to travel far away, full of expectations and fantasies about the unknown ahead, the bright sun fell on her face, and her eyes looked forward.

"Are you OK?"

Erin Arisukawa asked thoughtfully.

Ji Yan casually threw the fragments in his hand into the wind, and said lightly, "It's okay."

He turned and looked up, looking at the helicopter high in the sky behind him, and waved.

Although I don't know if the other party is my own.

Anyway, say hello first.

However, this action frightened the people on that helicopter.

The driver swallowed, his eyes terrified.

"Group, group leader?"

He said dryly, "What should we do now?"

Punishing evil flying sword, a holy relic-level alchemy weapon.

Did not cause even the slightest damage to the enemy!

Instead, it was crushed with bare hands!

Tina didn't speak, her face under the mask was extremely stiff, as if she had fallen into an ice cave, a terrifying chill rushed from her spinal cord to the back of her head.

The man on the hell chariot waved lightly to her, and the indifferent glance he cast under the black mist seemed to her like the gaze of an evil spirit standing under the underworld, which was creepy.

"The sixth apostle, Tianyu..."

She whispered: "At first, I thought he was at the end of his strength after usurping Rewatin of Purgatory, but I didn't expect him to have such terrifying power. It's too easy to think of him."

The Apostle of Deathstroke is terrifying.

This matter must be reported to the captain as soon as possible.

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Tokyo, Shinjuku.

The sound of knives cutting sashimi came from the kitchen.

Erma Liu was busy in the kitchen, and said, "Ji Zhisen! Where is our wasabi sauce? Hurry up and bring it to me. By the way, cut up the sea urchin. Maaya likes sea urchin the most."

Today is the last day of my daughter's mission from the Dragon Triangle waters.

It's also the day to go home.

The couple took time off from work at the company to celebrate their daughter's achievements.

"Isn't it okay for Xiaoyan to cut it? Do you have to let me do it? I don't have soy sauce and salt at home, and I have to go to a nearby convenience store to buy it. I'm so busy!" Ji Zhisen, a middle-aged man, also jumped anxiously. I was supposed to go to the airport to pick up my daughter home.

But people said that there is a girlfriend who drives a supercar to deliver, so he doesn't need to come.

This is a good time, out of etiquette, the daughter of Yingman's family will probably stay for dinner.

I need to add a few more dishes.

I'm too busy right now.

"Xiaoyan still has homework to do, hurry up!"

Liu Erma said dissatisfied.

In the room, the pale and handsome young man was writing at his desk, obediently doing elementary school arithmetic problems.

These days, the faceless man's disguise has been very good. His daily tasks are eating, drinking, drinking, doing homework after school, and helping the couple with housework by the way.

No one knows exactly how the Faceless Man is feeling.

But he is really dedicated.

This kind of creature without gender, let alone resistance consciousness, but with advanced intelligence is really very useful. After re-evolution, it can even fuse with the corpse that is about to die. It is similar to Gu Zhendan's secret method of seizing the house, which can quietly The silent dove occupies the magpie's nest.

Ji Zhisen had no choice but to go out when he heard footsteps.

"Maaya, you're going home soon, are you excited?"

"Your parents must cook delicious food, right?"

"Where's your brother? It's already three o'clock in the afternoon on Friday, should school be over?"

Yingman Qihai was wearing a black one-piece skirt, with long pink hair hanging down, proudly showing off her youthful and beautiful figure, with a smile on her face.

After returning alive from the Dragon Triangle sea area, she was in a pretty good mood.

Although the Yaqi Shrine is currently full of gloomy clouds and mist, even the holy priestess they believe in has degenerated into a heretic and is wanted all over the world.

But she didn't panic at all.

Because she knew that this matter had something to do with the master.

And she has seen the power of the master before.

Ji Zhenling walked in front of her expressionlessly, her face was as cold as an ice sculpture, her hands were in the pockets of her white windbreaker, her white and slender legs were bare under the hem, she walked through the corridor in high boots, In the end, it was fixed at the door of the house, not daring to go in.

"what happened?"

Yingman Qihai asked suspiciously: "You're not still thinking about that dream, are you?"

A trace of panic and shame flashed in Ji Zhenling's cold eyes, she turned her head away.

These days, she has repeated that dream every night.

In the dream, she repeated that indescribable thing with her younger brother.

again and again.

So much so that until now, she felt that she was an unethical bitch.

It is to be soaked in a pig cage.

So much so that when she was about to meet her younger brother, she felt very nervous.

"Don't worry, dreams are the opposite of reality!" Yingman Qihai said casually.

Ji Maling felt that it made sense, and was about to open the door.

"In the dream, you were Chongdi Nijie."

Yingman Qihai continued: "In reality, he is sister Chong and younger brother!"

Ji Zhenling heard these words the moment she opened the door, and nearly fell over.

"Yo, are you back?"

Ji Zhisen stood at the door, his astonished face was full of surprise.

Erma Liu also came out of the kitchen, muttering, "Why so fast? The meal isn't ready yet! Eh? What are you all doing blankly? Come in."

In the room, the pale and delicate young man raised his head and looked at the door obediently.

Yingman Qihai called out sweetly, and then looked at the best friend beside her.

But Ji Maling remained motionless, looking past her parents and towards the boy in the room.

"What's the matter?"

Sakura Man Qihai was at a loss.

This woman has been a little fussy lately.

Ji Zhenling narrowed her eyes, and the depth of her pupils was filled with alienation chill.

"Not right."

She said softly: "I feel that there is something wrong with this person, he is not my brother..." The kitchen was full of heat, and there was the aroma of cooking sauce.

The pale and handsome boy was still doing elementary school students' addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division on the table, with a serious and meticulous expression.But even as a faceless man, he felt very nervous at the moment, because the sight from behind from time to time seemed to pierc him through.

"Maaya, have you been getting nervous lately, thinking too much?"

Yingman Qihai sat on the sofa drinking yogurt and asked casually.

Ji Zhenling crossed her chest with both hands, her full breasts under her shirt were bulging, her pair of snow-white slender legs overlapped, and said in a low voice: "No, I'm sure he's not my younger brother. Because I know him too well, And when I saw him for the first time, he didn't have that kind of..."

When she said this, a trace of shame flashed across her cold pretty face, and she didn't speak.

"That kind?"

Sakuraman Qihai asked.

"That's what it feels like."

Because of the dream that Ji Maling repeated recently, every time she thinks of her brother, she feels numb like an electric shock, so the spring breeze blows through Revlon.

Going home this time, she had made quite sufficient psychological preparations.

Beaten to death by parents.

And being disgusted by my brother.

However, the fact is that there is no such thing. The moment she saw the boy, her mood was not disturbed.

There is no feeling of wanting to be close at all.