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

The moment Fang Xiu entered it, his whole body was completely covered in paint, and he could clearly feel that every cell in his body was melting, as if he had jumped into a pool of sulfuric acid.

Severe pain surged through his body, but he was unmoved.

Gradually, all the skin on his body melted and turned into a bloody human figure. He tried to use his spirituality to recover from his injuries, but the speed of recovery was far behind the speed of ablation, and even his spirituality was melting at an extremely fast rate.

He kept diving, wanting to go to the bottom of the pool to have a look, but the more he dived, the faster it melted.

Soon, all the flesh and blood on his body disappeared, leaving only a pale skeleton, and in the eye sockets of the skull, there were still two pairs of eyes, one silver and one red.

Noisy!

Accompanied by a soft corrosive sound, the blood pupil of Fang Xiu's right eye was completely shattered and melted, and the bones melted like candles little by little.

But even so, he still didn't reach the bottom of the paint pool. The water in this pool was bottomless, like a bottomless pit.

Three meters, five meters, ten meters......

Fang Xiu only had a skull, a left hand, and a heart. In the skull's left eye socket, a silver eyeball was shining brightly.

Shengtong and the pigment pool have the same power and are the most resistant.

And there is a gluttonous mouth on the left hand, which can be resisted.

The heart is the forbidden heart.

15 meters, 20 meters.......

His left hand and heart completely disappeared, and his skull showed signs of melting. At this moment, boom!

A group of pitch-black flames burst out like ink, enveloping the skull firmly, it was the original flame.

The appearance of the original flame allowed Fang Xiu's head to last for a while, but when he dived to 30 meters, the original flame was completely extinguished, and the skull was shattered after only persisting for a second.

So far, Fang Xiu only has one eyeball left!

But he still didn't give up, even if there was only one eyeball left, he still wanted to see the mystery of this pool with his own eyes.

The nightmare wrapped his consciousness, all gathered in the holy pupil, and continued to dive.

Until now, Fang Xiu has not used the virtualization, because he wants to feel it personally, many things are not enough to just look at, and the virtualization cannot interact with the outside world, he can only see it, but cannot feel it.

He must have a deep understanding of this pool of water in order to make the most accurate judgment.

After 50 meters, Sheng Tong began to sting, with traces of melting, and finally, he saw the bottom of the pool.

There is a painting at the bottom of the pool!

It was a quaint picture scroll, the paper was as red as blood, as if blood had coagulated, and what was painted on it was the node of this space!

Blue sky, white clouds, green grassy plains, and the tall and majestic holy city, in the holy city, countless believers knelt down and shouted, and above the sky, a huge bright moon was slowly rising, and it had already risen in half.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu completely understood why there was no color in the outside world. It turned out that all the colors were absorbed by this painting, and the bright moon that was about to rise was the son of an angel!

What does this mean?

Could it be that the Son of Angel was painted?

He controlled the half-melted holy pupil to approach very quickly, the holy pupil landed on the painting, and with a snap, the holy pupil shattered, like a pool of bird droppings falling from the sky and hitting the car glass.

At the moment when the two sides came into contact, there was a strange throbbing from the painting, which was an inexplicably familiar feeling.

This is... the blood of the Forbidden Stranger! !

Fang Xiu's consciousness wrapped in the nightmare was rapidly dissipating, but at this juncture of life and death, he gradually understood everything.

The material of this painting is condensed by the blood of forbidden tricks!

That's why, no wonder when entering the space node before, the forbidden heart beat violently, bursting out stronger fluctuations than other forbidden bodies, because the heart is the organ in charge of blood, and the connection between the two is the closest.

In an instant, he understood the principle of the formation of the son of an angel. First of all, Zhou Qingfeng used some method to steal part of the angel's godhead from the other side.

Then use the blood of the forbidden guild as the raw material to draw the son of the angel, and put the godhead in it. The ability of the forbidden guild is the ban, which is equivalent to a container to hold the godhead.

But relying solely on the power of the forbidden tricks is not enough, it requires the beliefs of countless believers, as well as the filling of lives.

The godhead is equivalent to the brain, the forbidden blood is the bones, and the faith and life are the flesh and blood, thus forming a complete angelic child.

But, how to use the Son of Angel to complete the global weirdness?

Suddenly, Fang Xiu thought of the scene where the angel descended. Everyone turned into fanatics, praising the angel crazily. There were even many people who were deformed and their bodies burst. Could it be... this is Zhou Qingfeng's method?

Using the pollution of the Son of Angels to turn everyone into weird?

However, if it's just that, it seems a bit superfluous, Zhou Qingfeng can even steal the godhead of an angel, why not settle for the next best thing and choose to steal some deceitful ravings, which can also pollute the whole world.

Moreover, Zhou Qingfeng never showed up after more than 100 retracements in the past. All this shows that his plan is far more than that!

Just as Fang Xiu continued to think about Zhou Qingfeng's purpose, he finally reached the limit and completely lost consciousness.

.......

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This time, he repeated the previous operation, turned on the virtualization, entered the space node alone, and entered the holy city where the son of the angel descended.

Before the belief barrier, Fang Xiu easily entered it, and then jumped directly into the paint pool.

However, unlike last time, the terrifying melting force in the paint pool did not melt his body, because he turned on the blur.

The virtualization of the wife can even ignore the attack of the real card of the angel of the treacherous god, let alone the melting power of the son of the angel.

Relying on blurring, Fang Xiu dived unimpeded, and soon saw the painting again!

Blur. Solution!

The moment the void was undone, the terrifying melting force engulfed him, and the hissing sound kept ringing. In just a moment, his flesh and blood were bloody, with his bones faintly exposed.

Fang Xiu launched an attack before the spirituality was completely melted.

He burst out the painful power of his whole body, which condensed the painful power of countless deaths, and hit the painting with a bang.

However, at the moment of contact, Hua seemed to feel threatened, and a holy light mixed with countless powers of faith lit up, easily defeating Fang Xiu's painful power.

He made several more attempts, all of which ended in failure. Any existence close to the painting would be defeated. Only Shengtong could barely touch it, but it was useless.

The painting cannot be destroyed, cannot be taken away.

Fang Xiu's eyes gradually turned cold, is the arrival of the Son of Angel really unstoppable?

He could feel that this painting was already a semi-finished product, and a lot of power of faith and even the power of Godhead had been condensed on it. If he insisted on rating, the energy level of this painting had already reached the seventh level!

After all, it was a step too late. If the moon on the painting hadn't emerged, it might have been destroyed, but the moon had already revealed half of its body, and the condensed power was too much.