If the atmosphere between God and me before was a strange harmony, then from the moment God said He was waiting, it was like sparks collided between us.

Almost at the same time, we started to play tricks.

My face was full of tension, but God was relaxed with a hint of contempt.

The power of heaven and earth here is so abundant that it is the only place where I feel relaxed. Fighting here does not require fancy five-element magic. What is needed is the most direct and brutal collision of soul power and spiritual power, just like us

It was like the battle with Patel in that deep pool.

I clearly thought I had a chance of winning. At that moment, I felt the surging power of my own. I could almost foresee that my power would turn into a sharp sword, and I would fight fiercely with God in the air. No matter whether I won or lost, at least I would belong to

The cruelty of men.

However, I didn't even have a chance to fight with him. The next moment, his power turned into a 'pointed cone', which penetrated my soul and nailed my soul. The original soul power was like a surging force.

The river was about to turn into power and directly collide with it, but because of this, it was like a rock blocking the river. My soul force suddenly hit it, and then it could no longer flow.

The power of the instant blockage and expansion made my soul feel like an inflated balloon, and I felt extremely uncomfortable in an instant.

This discomfort was directly reflected on my body. My face turned red and the veins on my neck bulged. At that moment, I knew that I had no hope of victory. If I continued to pinch my hands and gather my soul power,

my soul will explode

My only choice was to forcibly close the art. In the extreme discomfort, I suddenly closed the art. Because the situation was too embarrassing, the closing art was completed in such a hurry. At the moment when the soul power retracted, I took a gulp.

Blood spurted out from my mouth and sprinkled on the skirt of my white robe, which looked shocking.

Compared to my embarrassment, Shen looked so cool, with one hand behind his back and the other hand raised gracefully above his head. I didn't know what kind of hand gesture he was doing, but I suddenly saw the rhythm of his fingers.

, the power jumped out like a beating melody, and at a certain climax, it gathered into handfuls of sharp cones, with all the sharp vertebrae facing me.

I have to admit that his technique is extremely sophisticated. It is not just a collision. Unlike Patel's use of soul power, which is so crude, his power will lock the point of my soul just right and suppress my...

Power, this is the real 'killing move' of this technique.

This requires an extremely mysterious precision, which cannot be achieved unless one has a certain level of skill and a certain level of understanding of the soul.

You must know that the essence of the soul is an indescribable existence, unlike the body which has such an obvious goal.

Furthermore, the power has been compressed to a level that makes people look up to me. Otherwise, how could a sharp cone of condensed power be able to block my surging soul power? It can only show that the power condensed in this sharp cone is amazing.

, and his control over power is also amazing

God is really scary. The astonishing gap between me and him can be explained by just condensing a handful of sharp cones. There is no trick, it is a direct difference in strength. Look at him, he is still condensing one cone after another.

The pointed cone of the handle.

Seeing my embarrassment, even though the god was still casting spells, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously, as if he was laughing at me. Where did he find the courage to fight him?

But I just smiled bitterly. Is it true that such a head-to-head confrontation is just an egg against a stone?

But God cannot learn mercy, and the tilted scale of victory will not allow him to relax at all. The rhythm of his fingers is getting faster and faster, and there is not even an afterimage. It just feels like his hand seems to be moving but not at all.

He moved even faster than when he appeared in the bamboo forest that day.

The blood was still dripping from the corner of my mouth, and I saw his hand suddenly clenched, and the condensed cones penetrated me mercilessly. There was no severe pain, and the only moment of pain was just the cone.

The moment of pain that squeezes into the soul.

What makes me uncomfortable is the feeling that my soul is locked. God has locked every node of my soul mercilessly throughout my body.

This was even more magical than Wu Tian's method of locking me with a knot. It was like I was fixed on the altar, unable to move at all. To put it bluntly, I didn't even have the freedom to fall.

But this is not the end. God is looking at me from above. The last sharp cone is also the smallest one, but it is almost condensed into a substance. With the sound of piercing the sky, it pierces my Dantian without hesitation.

Come.

This is a mysterious injury, because there are no wounds, and even blood will not flow out. I feel my own brokenness, yes, the brokenness of the place where the power is concentrated, or profound suppression. At this time, don't

Speaking of soul power, I can't even use any power.

After God finished all this, his face became a little sickly rosy. I stared at him. I believed that this sickly rosiness was not because he had performed such a spell on me, but because he was just suppressing himself.

Haha, it’s a chess game.

However, God didn't seem to care about my gaze. His expression was unprecedentedly relaxed at this moment. He raised his eyebrows lightly, looked at me and said: "Chen Chengyi, I don't even want to ask you what kind of courage and courage you have."

I took action because even a dying fish will struggle a few times. I just didn't expect that you still retain such strength, I thought you were very weak."

I was speechless and just looked at that god with an angry look. It wasn't that I didn't want to speak, but that my soul was nailed by him and I couldn't even speak.

He didn't seem to want to hear what I had to say, and just said to himself: "It must be the scheming Lin Xiaohua who taught you this, right? It's a pity that you are stupid and don't save these powers for the last fight. She is just

It’s a big deal that you want to ruin me, but it’s a pity, do you know?”

God smiled at this moment. I had never seen him smile like this before. His eyes were slightly curved and he looked really happy. Then he showed his white teeth and said to me: "She can't bear to leave me. She is my woman.

After all, she can't completely let you hurt me."

My mind was in chaos. The root cause of the confusion was that Lin Xiaohua never told me about her relationship with God. I only knew that she had a follower, and that person followed death all the time. I didn’t expect

God would say something like this.

In fact, this Lin Xiaohua, God would say that she is his woman, and I am not surprised at all, just because at this moment, I think about her every move in my mind, and all her looking and looking expressions completely interpret what a woman's style is.

.

I breathed slowly, knowing that I actually had no way out, I could only believe.

Because under the altar, my master and the others are still there, and for this reason alone, it is worth risking everything.

After saying this, the god looked a little uninterested, and he didn't know what he was thinking of. He walked back and forth on the altar alone, and then said anxiously: "Well, why am I telling you this?

I can’t wait much longer, ten minutes? Then you’ll know everything.”

"You, what I have to guard against has never been a weak person like you, it has always been that woman, Lin Xiaohua." The statue at this moment was completely crazy, walking faster on the altar, as if he would not move like this.

I can't express my inner emotions.

I was silent and watched quietly for ten minutes?

So soon!

"This woman is really troublesome! The damn thing is, why is it like this? Every me, every me has to be affected by her." As he spoke, God seemed to be extremely angry, and suddenly stopped his steps, his expression

Becoming extremely scary and twisted.

I thought he would beat me, right? But he suddenly slapped his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The blood fell on the altar, and happened to fall on one of the formations.

middle.

Although I was completely restrained, I could already tell from the faintly fluorescent red color that this was the essence and blood belonging to God, the real essence and blood of the heart.

"It's begun." God looked at me and said this, with blood still on his lips.
Chapter completed!