Weird and hard to kill?Sorry, I'm the real immortal

Amid the wild praises, a black crack suddenly appeared in the center of the huge full moon in the sky. The crack was extremely thin, like a black line, running through the full moon from top to bottom.

Suddenly, the black line suddenly spread and opened!

A gigantic vertical pupil was exposed inside, holy pupil, indifferent pupil light, the white part of the eye was covered with cobweb-like bloodshot.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu felt as if he had seen an angel of treachery in a trance, because this eye was very similar to that of an angel, the same holy and bloody, two completely different colors filled the same eye, that This kind of weird feeling makes people feel uncomfortable.

For a moment, the crazy praise became louder and louder. This time, Fatty and Zhao Hao, who were relatively weak, also had crazy pious expressions in their eyes, staring at the moon, and began to utter inhuman praise from their mouths.

Yang Ming and the others were shocked, and quickly mobilized their own spirituality to frantically resist the pollution of this huge eye.

Only Fang Xiu remained calm, he was not polluted, because he had seen the angel of the sly god countless times, and he was considered an acquaintance, so naturally he would not be polluted by the children of old acquaintances.

"Captain, what should I do now? This son of an angel gives me the feeling that it is stronger than a seventh-level forbidden trick." Wuwei Lao Dao was a little flustered. Facing the existence of this level, he, a sixth-level man, had no sense of security at all. .

The former sixth-level powerhouse stood in front of the son of an angel, as fragile as a child.

"Is he the eighth step?" Fang Xiu asked.

"It shouldn't be the eighth level. Although I have never seen the eighth level as an old man, I have seen the forbidden limbs of the seventh level. Although the son of an angel feels powerful, it doesn't seem to be beyond the scope of the seventh level. Not eighth, but at least at the peak of seventh! Captain, now is not the time to discuss His strength, whether it is seventh or eighth, it doesn’t make any difference to us at this stage! Seventh rank can’t beat, You can't beat the eighth step."

"No hurry." Fang Xiu's tone remained calm, as if he didn't pay attention to the son of an angel who was suspected to be at the peak of the seventh step.

However, he is not in a hurry, Wuwei and the others are about to die, not everyone can face the gaze of the heirs of the deceitful god, even if they are at the sixth level, they can still clearly feel the pervasive ravings pouring into their hearts.

At this time, the voice of the black god suddenly sounded.

"Fang Xiu! Because of you, I had to let the son of the angel come in an incomplete state early, you are guilty!"

His voice was indifferent and loud, and the words seemed to be mixed with deceitful ravings, and the direction of the voice came from the huge eyes in the sky.

Wuwei and the others couldn't help but be astonished after hearing this, such a terrifying son of an angel is still not perfect?It's not that the perfect body has already surpassed the seventh-order taboo, and it is suspected that the existence of the peak of the seventh-order, then if it is a perfect body, it must be the eighth-order! ?

Eighth step!What is that concept?No one knows, and no one wants to know.

Tier [-] can already be called a land god, hard to resist nuclear bombs without dying, completely beyond the scope of human beings, and the forbidden tricks of Tier [-] can be used to Jedi Tiantong, sealing all space nodes, what about Tier [-]?Isn't it an existence that can destroy the world with one breath?

Regarding the questioning of the black God, Fang Xiu only replied: "Don't blame others for your own waste."

The Black God was instantly enraged, and his voice became more and more frenzied, as if he was on the verge of losing his mind: "You damn heretic! I will judge you myself!

Do you know that because of you, these pious people will die!They could have lived in peace and happiness until they were 30 years old, and then dedicated everything to the Son of Angel, but now that the Son of Angel came early, these pious people can only sacrifice everything now for the growth of the Son of Angel! "

"My lord bishop! It is our supreme honor to dedicate everything to the Son of Angel!" Countless pious believers who knelt on the ground raised their heads, stared frantically at the huge eyes in the sky, and shouted frantically.

"We can't wait for the age of 30, we can't wait for a moment, we have to consecrate now!" The believers became more and more fanatical.

Yang Ming on the side saw this scene, even though the praise gave him a splitting headache, he still couldn't help complaining: "It's not buddies, are you so crazy?"

However, no one paid attention to him, and everyone was immersed in fanaticism and piety.

At this moment, the crazy voice of the Black God actually had a slight tremor: "Good! Good! Good! You are all the most devout believers, and the glory of the Son of Angels will shine on you forever!"

As he said that, the huge eyes in the sky were faintly moved with tears.

"For the Son of Angel!"

"For the Son of Angel!!"

The devout shouts were deafening, as if everyone in the holy city were shouting in unison!

They pulled out the prepared daggers at the same time and stabbed them hard into the heart. The strangest thing is that even before these people died, there was no pain on their faces, only piety!

Bang bang bang!

The sound of corpses falling to the ground kept coming, and the entire holy city became a dead city for a while, and all the believers committed suicide. After their death, their bodies began to fade, melting like candles.

The entire ground is filled with colorful liquids, as if the ground is a huge palette, and someone has knocked over the paint and mixed it.

Everyone was shocked by the crazy scene in front of them. They rushed all the way before, and roughly estimated that there were about 10 people living in the entire holy city, but now, hundreds of thousands of people are all dead or committed suicide.

The next moment, the pigments transformed from the corpses began to suspend as if they were not subject to gravity, and then turned into tens of thousands of water streams, which flowed madly towards the sky and merged into the huge eyes.

The chaotic paint covered the huge eyes in the sky, just like a ball made by a child mixing plasticine of all colors together.

Now, Fang Xiu also fully understood why those people lost all their colors after they died. It turned out that everything became the nourishment of the angel's son.

The weeping voice of the black God sounded: "Fang Xiu! Look at the good deeds you have done! It is you who forced these devout believers to death. They are so devout and kind, but now they are dying because of you!"

"Hey, hey, did you make a mistake? Why can you rely on us for everything? Do you know how you are now, making us look like villains." Yang Ming cursed dissatisfied.

"Yang Xiaoyou, don't waste your time talking to him. Haven't you found out that he is already crazy? If the old man is right, I expected that the son of an angel must need a carrier when he comes to the world, and the black God is his carrier. He has been captured Severely polluted, crazy, it is estimated that he will lose his own consciousness in a short time."