603.Here is my grave

"Here?" Fist God Bian looked around blankly, but found nothing.

"Of course," Medis said with a smile, "It seems that you still know too little about ninjutsu, especially the combination of ninjutsu and superpowers."

"Really." Fist God Bian nodded without denying. He has cultivated to this level as a melee sect, and it is not that he is almighty.

Medis' laughter fell, and a azure blue light struck Axel's position like lightning. Suddenly, Axel and Medis appeared.

"Sure enough, I'm here." Bian, the **** of fist, grinned. Although he couldn't figure out why these two guys appeared here, his plan was completed with Axel again.

Axel tightened his brows, and it was all to this point. It was useless to say anything. He looked at Medis, "G.G, can you tell me why this is?"

He still can’t understand that he was trained by Medis in any case. Although there are some credits for the boxing **** Bian, the dial is given by Medis, not the boxing. God Bian!

Medis looked at Axel with a slight smile, "Helping others is the basis of happiness. Seeing that his partner is in difficulties, I help him realize his dream of resurrecting Velida in advance. This is all my purpose, and this is also The reason why I sent you to various places."

"Well, it's a good reason." From the point of view of Medis, the daily idleness is painful, and it is a good thing to do. However, it is too cheating, what should I do now? Was he turned into a sacrifice like a redhead and others?

No way!

However, the strength of Hongfa and others is already looking up to him. Why should he resist this absolute power?

Only Mao Lin.

All my expectations now are on Mao Lin.

"Mao Lin, what should I do, now I must figure out a way as soon as possible and leave here as soon as possible!" Axel roared lowly.

The **** equivalent exchange, I don’t know how it was calculated, but using 9 boxers who were killed by the disciples of the fist **** Bian as a sacrifice can bring a girl back to life?

This formula of equivalent exchange is really cheating!

Mao Lin didn't speak, but quietly looked at the direction of the Temple of Heaven. There, Fist God Bian's eyes swept over, and the two eyes collided, suddenly frowning at the same time.

to be honest.

Whether it’s Mao Lin or the girl in the vest, the feeling of giving Fist Bian is really weird. It makes him very uncomfortable. He gritted his teeth and hummed, "They, and the old Wei Leida It looks so alike...The **** king of weirdos, did you actually use this kind of duplicating technology? I really didn't succumb to crushing him back then!"

Medis floated quietly in the air, watching with his arms folded, just like watching a game, and he was a third party who would never lose, and he was very comfortable. Looking at Axel's gaze, full of ridicule, it was like looking at a fool who had walked so many distances under his own hands according to his instructions, and finally helped him achieve an extremely ridiculous goal. .

Withdrawing his gaze, Axel sighed, "It's ironic..."

Without the help of Maureen and without the help of Medis, he actually wanted to become a sacrifice. Would the protagonist of the novel who have traveled through it fall like this?

Author, do you want to use this method to unfinished! ?

Sure enough, the author of Diandian has no morals!

Axel looked up to the sky and burst into tears, too cheating...

Giving up has never been Axel's style, even if it seems desperate, just like the current situation, he will not give up.

There was a roar, and both feet stepped on the ground, and the power calculated by thousands of tons suddenly exploded. If it was an elementary dragon-level weird person, it could explode to fragments.

A slight smile bloomed on the face of Fist God Bian. These thousands of tons of power may be a nightmare for the dragon-level weirdo, but for him, it is simply a ridiculous child playing house.

Snap your fingers.

The space of the Temple of Heaven immediately stabilized, and the thousands of tons of power suddenly disappeared without a trace, and Axel's ultimate move disappeared invisible under his understatement.

"You are the first copy that dared to shoot at me." Fist God Bian walked towards Axel slowly.

"Replica?" Axel frowned, what a joke, he was a person who traveled from another world, how could it be a replica? Fist Bian, your brain must be pretty funny!

"Of course, you are all copies of my creation. The only purpose is to resurrect Velida... You turn your head, take a good look at these eight people, and see what you will find?" Said suddenly.

Turning his gaze, he first fell on the red hair. At this time, the red hair was drawn out of the dial, and the whole person was suspended in the air, and the red light all over his body rose to the sky, but that face...

"How come? I haven't seen him, he and I still look a little different!" Axel was horrified.

"Hey, look at other people again."

Axel’s gaze swept over one by one, the blue gloves, the green gloves... one by one, they were almost the same as the one they had carved out in a mold, but they didn’t When I have a dial, my image is slightly changed, and the strong color difference makes it different.

"How could this be?" Axel took a step back.

"I have already said that you exist because I use the core of the dial and let you copy it, because only you who have grown in this way have the conditions for equivalent exchange. To put it bluntly, it is equivalent to saying yes. Fatten up and kill! Haha..." Fist God Bian Yangtian laughed and laughed, "Well, just like them, hand over your core. I will do the equivalent exchange ceremony. I hope it will be you. Hand it over by yourself, don't force me to do it yourself, then everyone's faces will not look good."

Axel's gaze was a bit sluggish at this time. What was unexpected was that this was actually his end. The dial that seemed to be opened was actually his own inner core, and he was just a container of this inner core.

What is the point of fighting for yourself?

He had been cast down a long time ago with a curse, and he had planned all his road ahead, and then, the end was his own grave.

ridiculous.

I am still pursuing the so-called heroic road. What is ridiculous is that I am still using the dial to improve my strength...

it is ridiculous.

It turned out that this is my end point, and this is my grave.