Everyone chooses the god of war, only I wake up the wine sword fairy

suddenly.

The raging fire that burned the gluttonous demon god turned into miserable green in vain.

Horrible evil spirits emerged from the body of the Gluttonous Demon God Roushan, howling with ghosts and wolves, and rushed towards the crowd ferociously.

The pope's face changed, and he immediately raised the scepter in his hand.

"Guardian of the Holy Light!"

A white-gold magic circle appeared under everyone's feet, spinning and expanding, and immediately a white beam of light rose into the sky.

The nearest evil ghost was wiped by the holy light and disappeared immediately.

"Roar……"

"Howling..."

There are too many ghosts.

It was like an army of undead, covering the sky and the sun, fearless of death, crashing into the holy light covering everyone like a tide.

Even if light magic is the nemesis of undead, ghosts, and demons.

But with so many ghosts, the holy light technique is also faltering, flickering.

Wang Zhan said with an ugly face: "How come there are so many undead in the body of the gluttony demon?"

The pope continued to cast the magic of light, and said, "Of course, Beelzebub can drive away diseases. Since ancient times, how many lives have been taken away?"

"The souls of those who have been killed by disease will be taken away by Beelzebub. Otherwise, why would we call him the King of Ghosts!"

Everyone's face changed greatly.

From ancient times to the present, how many people in the West have been killed by diseases?

several thousand?

Tens of thousands?

Hundreds of millions!

The undead army under Beelzebub reached a terrifying number.

"Crack!"

The charred mountain of meat burst open.

A figure rushed out at an extreme speed, killing the Pope.

".‖not good!"

Wang Zhan reacted quickly, shouted violently, and faced the figure.

As soon as the two sides collided at high altitude, the air wave exploded and the air emptied.

The shock wave was like a nuclear bomb explosion, sweeping across the four directions, destroying the dead and shattering the earth.

The moment they fought against each other, they staggered away and opened up the distance.

Wang Zhan's face was pale, his throat was sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mist.

"What a terrifying physical strength!"

Wang Zhan looked dignified, even a little ugly.

The first round of the fight.

He was at a disadvantage.

It seems that his strength and physique attributes are far inferior to the opponent's.

Only the speed attribute can be half a catty.

Looking at the other party again, it turned out to be a long-haired, handsome-looking prince, just like the melancholy prince in a romance novel.

"You are... Beelzebub, the demon god of gluttony?"

Wang Zhan frowned, both surprised and suspicious.

The image of the handsome man in front of him couldn't be connected with the ugly and disgusting Roshan before.

Not even a demon in the traditional sense at all!

Mixing in the crowd, you can't tell it's a devil at all.

"Weak humans!"

Beelzebub looked gloomy, but cold.

In a flash, he charged towards Wang Zhan again.

"Four Saints Killing God Fist!"

With a low roar, Wang Zhan protected his body with basalt, stepped on the green dragon, wrapped his fists around the green dragon, and ignited the vermilion bird fire on his body, facing Beelzebub.

"Puff puff..."

Air waves comparable to nuclear bombs were continuously blasted at high altitude.

A clearly delayed collision sound could be heard, but Wang Zhan and Beelzebub could not be seen confronting each other.

They are too fast.

Far beyond the limits of what the human naked eye can capture.

Even the old pope's eyes couldn't keep up, and he could only see afterimages.

"boom--"

In 1 second, there are 2301 confrontations!

Wang Zhan was defeated and was sent flying to the ground! !

Beelzebub was ready to pursue the victory and kill Wang Zhan.

"Wang Zhan!"

A fiery red light rushed down from the sky, intercepting Beelzebub, and another battle broke out.

Wang Zhan, who smashed into the deepest part of the rock formation, rushed out of the lava in the rock formation, and joined forces with Suzaku to fight Beelzebub.

Chapter 488 Chapter 36

Seeing this, Zhang Shaoyang's face darkened, he quickly raised his hand, and drew a symbol in the void with his fingers.

He is like a literati who writes quickly, his pen is like a dragon and a snake, and his painting is fast.

Under the fingertips, stroke by stroke, golden lines are drawn, and mysterious symbols are drawn.

"Zixiao Shenlei, Jiuxiao Shenlei, Qingwei Shenlei, Wuxu Shenlei, Xiandu Shenlei, North Pole Shenlei, Taiyi Shenlei..."

Zhang Shaoyang chanted mantras like a storm, and every time he chanted a mantra, a mantra of Shenlei was drawn.

36 After the completion of Shenlei.

A huge thunder talisman spell appeared in the sky like a golden curtain.

As soon as the divine seal is formed, before its power is aroused, there will be the momentum of wind and thunder, and it will be as strong as the sun.

The old pope standing next to Zhang Shaoyang and Ye Chonglou all looked sideways at him.

"36 Lei Daozheng Gang's Great Curse Divine Scroll, hurry like a law!"

After Zhang Shaoyang finished writing the divine seal, he bit his finger, and with the essence and blood of the celestial master, he wrote the word "Chi" on his palm, and it came out with one slap.

Suddenly.

The huge divine seal flew high into the sky, becoming bigger and bigger.

The divine seals turned into 36 separate talisman seals, turned into thunder balls, merged into the sky, and disappeared.

"What kind of god-level skill is this?"

The old Pope asked in surprise and doubt.

Look at Zhang Shaoyang's use of this skill, the momentum is mighty, the prelude is comparable to a magician casting a forbidden spell, and the result is thunder and rain?

Zhang Shaoyang frowned.

It is also the first time that he casts the 36 Thunder Daozheng Gang Great Curse Divine Scroll.

"It shouldn't be. This god-level skill sounds so bluffing. It must be the strongest thunder-type skill of the Seven Taoists. How can there be thunder and rain?"

"wrong."

Ye Chonglou shook his head and said.

His face became serious.

The wind and clouds gather, and the dark clouds roll.

An aura of catastrophe came out unexpectedly.

"This is Thunder Tribulation!"

Ye Chonglou exclaimed.

The voice did not fall.

Amidst the dark clouds, lightning bolts struck down one after another, and blasted towards the army of undead, howling ghostly and howling wolves in the sky above the North Sea.

The thunder fell, only the undead screamed, and then disappeared.

The ghost king Beelzebub attracted tens of thousands of undead souls, and in an instant, most of them were wiped out.

Zhang Shaoyang immediately shouted: "Shu Que'er, Wang Dong, get out of the way!"

Suzaku'er and Wang Dong heard the words, and immediately turned into light, and distanced themselves from Beelzebub.

"Want to escape? Be swallowed by me honestly!"

Beelzebub actually chased Suzaku'er.

Seeing this, Ye Chonglou let out a low voice: "Pope, when the holy weapon of the Holy See is no longer in use, when will we wait?"

The old pope also knew that it was not the time to hide the bottom, so he immediately offered a T-shaped black wooden frame.

This is an artifact of the Holy See, which once punished the Holy Son, the cross on which Jesus was crucified:

True cross!

The old Pope took out the True Cross from the interspatial ring, made ten fingers, and prayed.

The True Cross immediately flew out, chasing Beelzebub like a tarsal maggot.

"The cross that judged Jesus?"

Seeing the chasing True Cross, Beelzebub's face changed slightly, and he didn't dare to hold it too high.

"It's too late to escape now. You shouldn't have turned into a human."

The True Cross has almost absolute restraint on humanoid gods and demons!

Beelzebub was about to change, when the True Cross hit his back all of a sudden, clinging tightly to his body.

"Roar--"

Beelzebub let out a ferocious roar.

Just like the white skin of a nobleman in the west, it began to be corrupted by black corpse spots, and a foul smell was emitted from his whole body.

Ghostly hands stretched out from behind him, trying to push the True Cross away.

The old pope took out two bloody nails and drove them out.

The two nails turned into golden light beams and flew away, hitting Beelzebub in an instant, nailing his hands to the two sections of the T-shaped cross.

Followed by.

The True Cross rose slowly, hanging Beelzebub, with disheveled hair and black blood flowing from the palms.

Looking from a distance, it seems that the day of the punishment of Jesus is reappearing in front of you.

"Just a cross can't suppress me!"

Beelzebub let out a low growl.