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

Whoa!

I saw a pool of colorful pools of water condensed out of thin air in the void, and those pools of water gathered from all directions.

At Fang Xiu's feet, a pool appeared, and with the sound of intense water flow, water from all directions poured into it.

So far, there are two identical holy pools in the church.

This holy pool projection was infused with a lot of spirituality by Fang Xiu in exchange for more maintenance time.

Seeing this scene, the black god's eyes almost popped out: "Holy...holy pool! Are you going to..."

A bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

"Everyone, don't resist, I will seal your consciousness with nightmares, and then all follow my command." Fang Xiu gave an order to everyone.

"Yes, Captain!" Yang Ming and the others responded in unison without any objection, that is, Wu Weikong, who was not too familiar with Fang Xiu, saw that the two of them had some conflicts, but they still obeyed obediently. Lord of destruction.

The next moment, black smoke poured into Fang Xiu's body, like hundreds of millions of tiny black particles, crazily penetrated into everyone's mouths and noses, and everyone's eyes instantly became dazed, dazed, as if you put a sleeping person His eyelids were parted, that kind of unconscious look.

At this time, everyone's consciousness was wrapped by the power of nightmare, isolated from the body, and fell into a dream.

Afterwards, Fang Xiu manipulated the bodies of the people, jumping into the projection of the holy pool one by one like dumplings.

It's sizzling!It's sizzling!

The sound of melting continued to sound, and the people who were stunned were like candles, and the colors on their bodies melted crazily and merged into the pool water.

Seeing this scene, no matter how stupid the black god was, he knew what Fang Xiu was going to do.

At this moment, he was completely panicked. He had been beaten by Fang Xiu, but he naively thought that he would have the last laugh. After all, he was at the sixth level, while Fang Xiu was only at the fourth level. Compete with yourself.

But it is different now. If the water in the holy pool is compared to food, then every drop of water is equivalent to a grain of white rice, which is composed of believers in the holy city for a hundred years.

The strength of these believers is generally not high, but the base is relatively large, because in order to gain faith, the more people the better, and the weaker the better, once they are too strong, they are easily out of control.

And Fang Xiu's pool water was transformed by Yang Ming and others. Although the quantity is small, the quality far exceeds that of the saints. Every drop of pool water is equivalent to high-concentration chocolate beans.

Assuming that the black god is a two-hundred-pound fat man with a big mouth, and Fang Xiu is a normal person, the two start eating at the same time, one eats white rice, and the other eats high-concentration chocolate beans. More energy?

The answer is obvious!

Moreover, this [-]-jin fat man was still seriously injured.

The most important thing is that the pool water of the Black God contains the residual consciousness of countless believers. The fanatical ravings of hundreds of millions of believers are extremely polluting, just like rice mixed with sand, which is not easy to digest.

On the other hand, Fang Xiu didn't intend to melt all the people. Once they melted, their consciousness would also be mixed into the pool water, forming sand.

After a while, most of the color on Yang Ming and the others' bodies had faded, and their entire bodies became transparent. If they continued, their bodies would completely melt and lose their lives.

At this critical moment, Fang Xiu fished up all the translucent figures, threw them aside, and used the heart of forbidden deceit to form a seal to protect them.

Then he jumped into the pool of water and began to melt himself.

After he turned into the form of the forbidden heart enveloping the laws of the gluttonous angels, he began to frantically fuse the paint left by Yang Ming and others, and his size was also growing rapidly.

Seeing this scene, the black god was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Seeing Fang Xiu's size getting bigger and bigger, and soon surpassing him, it was more uncomfortable than killing him.

He tried his best to fuse the water in the pool, and he didn't even bother to digest it. The countless remaining believers' consciousness impacted his mind, making him upset and feeling dizzy for a while, but he didn't dare to stop at all. Now is the speed of life and death. The competition is who can take shape faster.

Once Fangxiu takes shape first, then everything will cease!

Compared with the impatience of the black god, Fang Xiu's side was not in a hurry, and he fused step by step. Yang Ming, Xiao Chuxia, Bai Qi, Fatty, Wuwei Laodao integrated into his body one by one.

After Wuwei's old way was fully integrated, Fang Xiu's body grew to the size of a black god.

Just as he was about to continue the fusion, a sudden change occurred, a one-meter-sized, colorful miniature son of an angel jumped out of the holy pool.

"Fang Xiu! Don't even think about surpassing me!"

The man who came was none other than the black God.

He desperately rushed out of the holy pool, broke through the barrier of faith, jumped into Fangxiu's pool, and began to snatch it.

Naturally, Fang Xiu wouldn't sit still, the two shot at the same time, but the imagined conflict didn't happen, because one of them was robbing Kongjian, and the other was robbing Zhao Hao.

With one hit, the black god quickly returned to the real holy pool, and continued to start the crazy absorption mode.

He laughed wildly, thinking he had won.

"Hahaha... I got another sixth-level power, counting me, I have two sixth-level powers, and you only have one, hahaha, you are bound to lose!"

After merging with Zhao Hao, Fang Xiu became much bigger, already reaching one and a half meters, but the black God's side has already exceeded two meters, and the rudimentary form of wings looms.

"I won't lose." Fang Xiu replied lightly, and then entered the real holy pool.

The barrier of belief seems to be able to stop everything, but two things cannot be stopped, one is the emptiness of the wife, and the other is the colorful pool water.

If the water in the pool could be blocked, how would the liquid that melted after the believers died enter the holy pool?

Therefore, Fang Xiu's current form easily entered the real holy pool.

At the same time, the false holy pool was shattered, Fang Xiu's input of spirituality was only enough to persist until his fusion was completed, exactly.

Fang Xiu can easily use this kind of micromanagement after multiple death rollbacks.

Looking at Fang Xiu who entered the holy pool, although the black god was full of murderous intent, he was unable to kill Fang Xiu in the conceived state. Now the two can only see who absorbs it faster.

"Hmph! You won't lose? Fang Xiu, don't you really think that the combined energy of those rotten fish and shrimp you fused can reach a sixth order?"

Unexpectedly, Fang Xiu said slowly: "If you chose Zhao Hao instead of Kong Jian, then I would definitely lose, but now... the victory has been decided."