The entire void began to turn crimson.

- Vientiane Senluo!

This "full screen" range attack is coming again!

Wu Xiaode's mind flashed, and he quickly thought about the method to crack this trick.

There were many buildings blocking it just now, and the dirty devil hand shared part of the attack, coupled with the defense of the goblin armor, and finally survived.

Even so, he was knocked flying into the square, smashing a deep pothole.

It still hurts.

How to do?

……wrong.

The dirty hands can actually block Vientiane Senluo's attack?

Wu Xiaode reached out and rubbed his chest.

- There is no pain in the position of the chest.

Yes, the magic hand just blocked here.

Why can it resist Vientiane Senluo's attack?

Wu Xiaode's thoughts flashed.

I remember that I was killed by the Cyclops, and the Book of the Undead recorded this move.

"Vientiane Senluo:"

"Infinite skill, covering everything the Cyclops thinks about, it must die in the middle, only death can stop it."

Only death can stop it.

The magic fog cannot stop it, because it is an illusion, and the magic hand is a real thing, a real hand created by the realm of death.

Wu Xiaode suddenly looked across.

Infinite red light emanated from the Pope and quickly struck——

There is no other way.

Wu Xiaode suddenly woke up.

He shouted: "Bai, give me some ghosts!"

The ghost is dead!

Death can stop this move!

In a flash of void, the cardinal immediately appeared in front of him, with several other bishops standing beside him.

"Block it!" Wu Xiaode said.

"Yes."

Several bishops lined up in a row, blocking Wu Xiaode like a wall.

"It's useless, you're all going to die!" the Pope roared.

His hands are open.

A more intense crimson light emerged from him and quickly filled all the places.

Wu Xiaode was unmoved, and said solemnly: "A few more ghosts, protect my left and right and back."

"No problem." Bai Hu whispered.

The priests showed up.

Everyone formed a four-sided wall, and even a few people on the top hooked up, turning it into a human-shaped barrier, protecting Wu Xiaode in the middle.

The wind howled.

Fierce rays of light flashed continuously.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

The light gradually became dim and faded.

All the ghosts scattered in turn and disappeared into the void again.

Wu Xiaode stood there, safe and sound.

His hand was on the blowing dream knife, and the whole person made a posture of drawing the knife.

The Pope's incredible voice sounded: "Impossible! No one in history has ever been able to block this blow from God!"

Clang!

The long sword was unsheathed, and slashed golden threads flying in the void.

The Pope suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed it—

Wu Xiaode suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of him.

At this moment, the Pope was in front of him, and behind him was the light of the golden thread that he cut out.

an offense? Or dodge first?

Wu Xiaode doesn't care.

"die!"

With a roar, he raised the long knife in his hand and slashed towards the Pope's neck.

The Pope put his hands together, and a huge head phantom suddenly popped up from his body.

It's the head of a Cyclops!

Haven't seen this trick before, what could it be?

Wu Xiaode slashed with one knife.

I saw the Cyclops open his mouth and **** at Wu Xiaode's hand——

Blowing Dream Knife was sucked over immediately.

The long knife sank into the shadow's mouth, chewed a few times, and spat it out.

The ground was full of sharp debris.

Knife--

there is none left.

At this time, Wu Xiaode was mentioned again. Thanks to his years of fighting with people, his psychological quality was considered to be excellent, and his response was timely.

The moment the knife was sucked away, he no longer cared about the knife, and turned his palms into fists with a fling.

Boom!

A muffled sound.

The Pope had just finished one move and won, and immediately recited another spell. The protective spell was just broken, but he was hit by this punch and flew out in the air.

The Pope spat out a mouthful of blood, hardly caring about anything else, but shouted loudly: "Fight back!"

The red scepter inserted on the ground suddenly appeared a circle of circles, and Wu Xiaode flew out.

Wu Xiaode let the golden thread he cut out in mid-air, rolling and dancing slowly.

He flew to the other side of the arena, stood firm, and put on a fist.

Only then did the Pope feel relieved, stretched out his hand, recalled the red scepter, held it in his hand, and looked at Wu Xiaode with full alertness.

Neither of them spoke for a while.

A knife is missing.

One was hit hard.

At this time, it can be said that the situation is evenly divided. As for who lives and who dies, there are still two to say.

"God is with the devout believers, and with this belief, I will conquer everything on earth." The Pope read a verse.

Wu Xiaode frowned.

The power exerted by this guy has weakened a lot, and it is not as powerful as the Cyclops himself.

But I really didn't expect that the Cyclops had such a skill.

- Destroy weapons directly.

A few days later, when I returned to the Devil's Nest and faced it again, once it was annoying, any weapon could not stand it.

This is how to do?

His expression was seen by the Pope.

"Mortal, you have made so many big mistakes before God, now, do you regret it?" the Pope said in a serious tone.

"Don't interrupt, I'm thinking of something else." Wu Xiaode said impatiently.

The Pope's face sank, and he was about to speak, but another mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth.

"Iron Fist..."

He said in a low voice, his pupils shrank suddenly, and said in a low voice: "I heard that this boxing technique is like an iron wire piercing the internal organs, which will always destroy the human body..."

As if some kind of decision had been made, the Pope fell to his knees and put his hands on the ground.

Wu Xiaode's eyes jumped.

I have never seen Cyclops use this trick.

And the other party obviously had an unprecedented power, as if something extremely terrifying was hidden.

"I didn't want to use this trick because it represents the ultimate."

"But now I have only one thought."

"Die, Wu Xiaode, go to the cage of the **** of death, and never come back alive!"

The Pope roared.

A deep black hole that was constantly spinning appeared on the ground of the arena.

In an instant.

The black deep hole spread out, covering the entire arena.

Wu Xiaode looked around, and saw endless iron cages appearing all around. In each cage, there was a rotting corpse, or a white bone.

But death is not here.

——Maybe it is still in that parallel world, looking for its prey?

Anyway, luckily it's not there!

Just as Wu Xiaode was thinking, he suddenly saw the Pope's body slowly fade away, almost disappearing from this world.

"This is where the **** of death imprisoned the soul, you will stay here forever and wait for the torment of the **** of death!"

The Pope's voice came from afar.

He disappeared.

The next moment-

The Book of the Undead was suddenly opened, revealing lines of small words in ice crystals:

"You are a soldier in the world of death, with a military rank personally awarded by the bone dragon, and with awakened death power-"

"Book of the Dead!"

"This place is not a real country of death, it is just a cage of souls separated from the realms of life and death."

"It's a caged world where death manifests."

"It has no right to imprison you!"

The Book of the Dead shook.

I saw the scene around me quickly fade away.

Two demonic hands appeared from the void, one left and one right, grabbed Wu Xiaode's arm and lifted him up—

all of a sudden.

Wu Xiaode left that world and returned to the arena.

The Pope was panting, his eyes swept away, and suddenly there was a person not far from the opposite side.

"How could you come back!"

The Pope lost his voice.

Wu Xiaode raised his hand to the Pope and said seriously: "I admit that the power of the **** behind you is extremely powerful. The next move, let's live and die separately."

He raised his hand in a fist.

The mist dissipated from him and filled the arena.

That's right, you can't fight the Pope any more.

Every move of the Cyclops is extremely powerful. This time, he has been in contact with Crimson Ray and Vientiane Senluo long ago, and he just happened to encounter a move that was exempted from death.

If you change to someone else, you will never come back.

Can't let the Pope do it again!

call--

Wu Xiaode kicked his feet on the ground and rushed towards the Pope like lightning.

The Pope has calmed down.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, then suddenly laughed again.

"Wu Xiaode, our personal strength is so insignificant that it is not worth mentioning in front of the gods."

"We sacrifice our flesh and soul, and we can call upon the power of the gods to come. If the sacrifice is done properly, the power will be doubled upwards."

The Pope said, took a small pot from his sleeve and poured it over the red scepter.

The blood flowed out, winding and spreading on the scepter.

Wu Xiaode rushed across half of the arena and continued to pounce towards the Pope.

Kill the Pope!

Can't give him any more chances!

The Pope seemed to be unconscious, holding the scepter and drawing runes on the ground, and continued:

"It's 11:59 now. Although I also want to go to another world, but I have the protection of the gods, I will be back soon, and continue to complete a large-scale sacrificial formation here."

"I personally preside over this sacrificial formation, which is an extremely powerful sacrificial spell."

"It took me almost three minutes to draw it."

"—I guess you won't be back in three minutes."

"After all, that world is almost over."

"If you can come back alive, my sacrifice formation must have been completed long ago."

"Wu Xiaode, I'm waiting for you here."

"This sacrificial formation can exert five times my power, and you will see what despair is."

The voice fell.

Wu Xiaode punched the Pope directly in the face, but his fist pierced through the Pope.

12 o'clock exactly!

A strange wave suddenly fell on the two of them.

In a flash, they disappeared from the spot.

Time continues to flow forward.

After about a minute.

A figure quietly appeared in the arena.

Pope.

He raised the red scepter~lightnovelpub.net~ and carefully sketched the sacrificial runes on the ground.

"That world is about to end."

The Pope murmured in a low voice.

"Wu Xiaode, did you die there, or did you come back and be sacrificed to the devil by me?"

"whatever."

"In short, your death will be the founding gift of the Holy Nation."

The Pope spoke slowly, his hands moving faster and faster.

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