"Is he dead or..."

DuPont squatted down and lifted a skin. After the gods wanted to be trampled on Tang Luo's head, the skin was left.

"I think I can still take revenge on us after hearing what he said, maybe I won't die." Lora guessed.

"It is also possible that it is just a simple and ruthless word, probably waiting for his brother to avenge him, and he is waiting for us to die in hell." Selicia said.

It is similar to sayings such as "I will not let you go even if I become a ghost" and "I will wait for you to go to hell together".

"No matter what, the World Destroyer created a bloodborne. These people are stronger than the higher demons. I don't know the specific number, and they will be our new enemies." Holt said, frowned.

Even though he has already reached a higher level, he dared not say that he would be the opponent of the gods.

How many such "people" are there?

Even if the number of generals is the same as that of their generals, it is a huge bad news.

The only good news is the existence of Tang Luo.

Judging from the situation just now, he was able to hang up this god's descendant with one hand, and forced the blood descendant to become a tool for improving the strength of the five.

With him here, everything will be stable.

Thinking of this, everyone's mood relaxed again.

The most obvious improvement in this operation was Holt and DuPont.

Originally, the five generals had similar strengths, and even if Holt was a little stronger, they were just strong in the frontal battle.

After this battle, DuPont and Holt opened some gap with the other three.

The other three are no longer matches of the two.

Lora and Clement also had some improvements, but not that obvious.

As for Selicia, he felt that his goal could be changed, no longer summoning a hundred phantom warriors, but updated the "original painting" in "Paradise Lost" and drawing Tang Luo!

Directly go beyond quantitative change and develop towards qualitative change.

"Captain, where are we going next?" DuPont turned around and looked at Tang Luo and asked.

The same is true for the rest of them.

Tang Luo has completely proved his strength, and they have held this thigh!

"You choose," said Tang Luo, "Choose the places where the world-destroying people have appeared before, where higher demons have appeared, and where there are the most demons."

To sum up, you can rush wherever there is danger.

If you pass by recklessly, you will not survive without committing suicide.

As long as you don't die, go to death.

"Okay!" DuPont was in high spirits.

A few days later, on the slightly turbulent train, Selicia looked at DuPont and said, "Don't move around like a monkey."

"I didn't move."

"You moved, raised your eyebrows on your left." Selicia sat opposite DuPont.

"Paradise Lost" opens, and he is painting a portrait of DuPont with a brush in his hand.

"You can discover it in this way?" DuPont said. "You can't do such a small move. Do you want me to be a statue?"

"If possible, you'll be like Holt." Selicia said.

DuPont saw that there was as stable as Mount Tai. After improving his strength, Holt, who should be calm when he should be calm and more passionate than himself, shook his head repeatedly, indicating that he could not learn it.

"It's moving again."

Selicia put down her brush helplessly, "It seems that it will take at least one month to complete the work."

"You weren't that slow before," DuPont said. "And I used to move around, didn't you draw it?"

"It was the past, it was the present, can it be the same?" Selicia said.

Although it was a bit troublesome for him to draw DuPont in the past, it was not as difficult as it is now.

It took me a few days to draw a facial contour, even my facial features were blurred.

Now as DuPont's strength improves, it becomes much more difficult to paint. When DuPont moves, it will cause Selicia to "interrupt inspiration" and it is difficult to write.

"So, I, Mr. DuPont, are the strongest now?" DuPont was proud.

Selicia put away "Paradise Lost" with contempt and walked to Holt.

DuPont will have no way to update the "original painting" for a while, so let's concentrate on painting Holt.

The difficulty of drawing Holt is no less than that of DuPont.

But there is one advantage, that is, when needed, Holt can remain as motionless as a mountain even on the train.

This reduces the difficulty of Selicia's painting.

In the past two days, DuPont has spent twice as much time as Holt, but the progress of the two is almost the same.

Fortunately, DuPont is not useless either. At least he can practice Selicia's painting skills.

Before becoming an exorcist, Selicia was a painter with fair painting skills but not at all.

Why don’t you fall out? Just look at his handsome face, the most beloved of the ladies.

By making money by relying on your face and body, and then spending money earning money on your dreams, Selicia originally felt that this experience would become extremely inspiring after she became a famous painter.

Unexpectedly, before he became a famous painter, he became an exorcist in advance.

Then he became a general.

Speaking of which, even if he became a general, Selicia did not rely on people to a certain extent.

He is a slept with Selicia because of all kinds of friends.

If there are many friends and strong friends, the stronger Selicia will be.

With this characteristic, Selicia is not like others, who needs to rely on the terror of life and death to improve her strength by fighting hard and the terror of life and death.

If others improve, and he can draw it, it is equivalent to improving his strength.

So, when going out, Selicia, who relies on her friend to exorcise, just glanced at DuPont with contempt.

Lola wouldn't be polite to DuPont: "The strongest? Come on, look at the captain and say this again."

DuPont was stunned for a moment, and then retorted: "What I said is the best range except the captain."

"Okay, then look at Holt and say it again." Lola had bad intentions.

"We can practice together after getting off the car." Holt smiled.

“…”

Selicia walked to the opposite Holt and sat down, opening Paradise Lost.

Holt moved in advance and kept his sitting position unmoved, allowing Selicia to spend ten minutes smoothly.

After ten minutes of drawing, Selicia relaxed her hands and was very tired.

Then, he slowly let out a breath, stood up, and walked to Tang Luo: "Captain, I'll try again."

Tang Luo, who closed his eyes and looked like he was sleeping, said, "It's okay."

The power of merit is accumulating. When there is time to have the energy of heaven and earth, you should not be able to do basic cultivation and recovery. Anyway, you are idle.

Cultivating and restoring injuries has never been a painful process for Tang Luo.

Seeing Selicia sitting down, four exorcists gathered together and whispered: "How many strokes can he draw this time?"

"I'll bet three times."

"Two transactions, absolutely no more."

"Four pens."

"I think, Wubi." Clement was the one who was most confident in Selicia.

"Just two, I'll treat you tonight if you lose!" DuPont swore.

Even he can't draw it, can he still draw the captain?

"Okay, please, please tonight." Lola agreed immediately, avoiding DuPont's repentance.

The exorcist's appetite is quite large, especially the generals, who can maintain considerable physical strength and combat effectiveness if they can, if they don't eat for three or five days or even a week, and just drink water.

But if you really let go of it, the food consumed can be dozens of meals for ordinary people.

Generally, exorcists eat three to five times that of ordinary people.

A big expense for the Holy Group is to keep the exorcist full and eat well.

DuPont really wants a meal, it costs a lot.

Fortunately, the salary of the exorcist is not low, so please be able to afford it, but it will cause heavy bleeding.

There is a reason for these bets.
To be continued...