Weird and hard to kill? Sorry, I am truly immortal

Splash!

A pool of colorful water condensed out of thin air in the void, and the water gathered from all directions.

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

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

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

The black god's eyes almost popped out when he saw this scene: "Holy... Holy Pool! Are you going to..."

A bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

"Everyone, don't resist, I will use nightmares to seal your consciousness, and then all listen to my command." Fang Xiu gave orders to everyone.

"Yes, Captain!" Yang Ming and others responded in unison, without any objection. Only Wuwei Kongjian, who was not very familiar with Fang Xiu, had some resistance, but they still did it obediently. They couldn't afford to provoke a master who could destroy the world at any time.

The next moment, black smoke poured into Fang Xiu's body, like millions of tiny black particles, madly drilling into everyone's mouths and noses. Everyone's eyes instantly became blank and dazed, just like you peeled open the eyelids of a sleeping person, that kind of unconscious eyes.

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

Then, Fang Xiu controlled everyone's body, like dumplings, and jumped into the projection of the holy pool one by one.

Zila! Zila!

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

Seeing this scene, even if the black god was stupid, he knew what Fang Xiu was going to do.

At this moment, he was completely panicked. Originally, Fang Xiu revealed his trump card, and he naively thought that he could laugh to the end. After all, he was a sixth-level, and Fang Xiu was only a fourth-level. The gap in strength was here, and Fang Xiu could not compete with him at all.

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

These believers are generally not strong, but the base number is relatively large, because to gain faith, the more people the better, and the weaker the better. Once too strong, it is easy to be out of control.

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

Suppose the black god is a 200-pound fat man with a big mouth, and Fang Xiu is a normal ordinary person. The two of them start eating at the same time, one eats white rice and the other eats high-concentration chocolate beans. Who gets more energy in the same time?

The answer is obvious!

Moreover, this 200-pound fat man is still seriously injured.

The most important thing is that the black god's pool water contains the remaining 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 did not intend to melt everyone. Once melted, everyone's consciousness would also be mixed with the pool water and form sand.

After a while, most of the color on Yang Ming and others had faded, and the whole person became transparent. If they continued, their bodies would be completely melted and they would lose their lives.

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

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

After he turned into the form of the forbidden heart wrapped in the angel Taotie Law, he began to frantically fuse the pigments left by Yang Ming and others, and his body was also growing rapidly.

Seeing this scene, the black god was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Seeing Fang Xiu's body getting bigger and bigger, he would soon surpass himself, which was even more painful than killing him.

He tried his best to merge the pool water, and he didn't even have time to digest it. Countless remaining believers' consciousness impacted his mind, making him upset and dizzy, but he didn't dare to stop. Now it was a matter of life and death, and the competition was about who could form faster.

Once Fang Xiu formed first, everything would be over!

Compared with the impatience of the Black God, Fang Xiu was not in a hurry and merged step by step. Yang Ming, Xiao Chuxia, Bai Qi, Fatty, Wuwei Laodao, etc. merged into his body one by one.

When Wuwei Laodao was completely merged, Fang Xiu's body grew to the size of the Black God.

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

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

The person who came was the Black God.

He rushed out of the holy pool regardless of everything, rushed through the barrier of faith, jumped into Fang Xiu's pool water, and began to snatch. At this time, there were only two cards left in the pool, Kongjian and Zhao Hao.

Fang Xiu would not sit still and wait for death. The two attacked at the same time, but the imagined conflict did not happen, because one of them was robbing Kong Jian and the other was robbing Zhao Hao.

After a successful attack, the Black God quickly returned to the real holy pool and continued to start the crazy absorption mode.

He laughed wildly, thinking that he had won.

"Hahaha... Another sixth-level power is in hand. Counting me, there are two sixth-levels, and you only have one, hahaha, you are sure to lose, Fang Xiu!"

After fusing with Zhao Hao, Fang Xiu's body has grown a lot, reaching one and a half meters, but the Black God's body has exceeded two meters, and the embryonic form of wings is looming.

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

The barrier of faith seems to be able to block everything, but two things cannot stop it, one is the disappearance of his wife, and the other is the colorful pool water.

If the water in the pool can be blocked, how can the melted liquid of the believers enter the holy pool after their death?

Therefore, in Fang Xiu's current form, he could easily enter the real holy pool.

At the same time, the false holy pool was shattered, and the spirituality Fang Xiu input was only enough to last until his fusion was completed, exactly.

Multiple death rollbacks made it easy for Fang Xiu to use this kind of micro-management.

Looking at Fang Xiu entering the holy pool, although the Black God was boiling with murderous intent, he was unable to kill Fang Xiu in his pregnant state. Now the two of them could only see who could absorb it faster.

"Hmph! You won't lose? Fang Xiu, don't you really think that the combined energy of those stinky fish and shrimps you fused can match a sixth level?"

Unexpectedly, Fang Xiu said slowly: "If you had chosen to rob Zhao Hao instead of Kong Jian, then I would have definitely lost, but now... the outcome has been decided."