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Wang Zhenqiu suddenly realized.
"Not too stupid."
Su Mo nodded.
But it’s almost enough to play with it now, so I threw away [March of the Dead: Eight Rooms] and let it freely fall into the ground.
"So, are you going to surrender, or what?"
Wang Zhenqiu asked with interest.
Then he saw Su Mo stretch out his hand, and a spear flashing red light flew over and fell into Su Mo's hand.
Before the other party could use it, his heart began to twitch violently, as if it was wailing. Wang Zhenqiu's pupils suddenly shrank. What was going on?
What kind of weapon is this?
He actually felt the power to kill himself from it!
But then he remembered the intelligence from Longhu Mountain, which said that Su Mo killed Wang Ai with a bloody spear.
Is this the gun?
That can’t be defeated!
After feeling the power of [Spear of Piercing Death Thorns], he became very self-aware!
When he thought of this, Wang Zhenqiu immediately thought of Zhang Chulan’s previous actions at the gate.
So he said solemnly: "Lao Mo, what do you think has enabled me to survive till now?"
"Until now, I, Qiu'er, still have a countermeasure against you!"
"Oh? What's the solution?"
Upon hearing this, Su Mo suddenly became interested.
"Of course it is——"
Wang Zhenqiu didn't hesitate at all, he turned around and ran. It was normal for him, the cancer of the southwest, to run away if he couldn't win.
Otherwise, with the way he behaves and does things, how could he be alive today?
You have to know that he has offended countless big shots.
"——I'm leaving first, everyone retreat quickly!"
After uttering the last word, Wang Zhenqiu's figure had already disappeared into the horizon.
Everyone was left with an expression of "this is how it should be" on their faces, and then they all stared at Zhang Chulan with indescribable eyes.
He was so embarrassed that he couldn't stop shaking his hands.
"I didn't teach him, he taught me!"
"you."
Lao Meng was dumbfounded, even the clarinet player who was being beaten up by the crowd was dumbfounded. Hey, I'm still here!
Is it appropriate for you to run away like this? What should I do?
"Ha!" Su Mo exclaimed in surprise, and then shook his head helplessly: "You are indeed the cancer of the southwest. I should have thought of your countermeasure."
Then without any hesitation, he chased after him.
"Hey, Su Mo, don't kill him!"
Behind him, Lao Meng made trumpet-shaped gestures with his hands, placed them to his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Otherwise, we will have a hard time reporting to our superiors!"
He was quite afraid that Su Mo would disagree, but fortunately, as soon as he said it, he saw Su Mo making an OK gesture.
This made him feel relieved and he sighed helplessly.
"What is going on? This battle is inexplicable."
After he finished speaking.
The treasures all over the ground shattered into starlight and disappeared in the breeze.
Because the treasure was taken back and the distance was getting farther and farther, the puppet controlled by [March of the Dead·Eighth Room] disappeared, and [Greedy Wolves] also turned into several meteors and flew towards Su Mo.
Clarinet suddenly sat down on the ground and began to breathe heavily. Finally, he felt it was not enough and simply fell to the ground.
"Hahahaha, it feels so good. But this is not enough, there is still a lot to go!"
"You leave here." Ma Xianhong glanced at the group of people coldly and said indifferently.
"You are not welcome in Biyou Village!"
The point is, the self-cultivation furnace cannot be destroyed now!
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"This is really too much fun. Old Mo, you bastard, where did you get this strange magic weapon?"
This ability is like the 'Declaration of the Great God' or 'Gungnir' in mythology!
Wang Zhenqiu came to a stream and looked back at Su Mo's figure, only to find that he had arrived behind him.
He immediately said indignantly: "Every time I meet you, nothing good ever happens!"
"I'll take your heart!"
But Su Mo just laughed out loud and attacked suddenly with [Spear of Piercing Death Thorns].
The moment when [Spear of Piercing Death Thorns] strikes.
The shadow of death instantly enveloped Wang Zhenqiu. He opened his eyes wide and his Qi fluctuated unconsciously.
He could feel that his heart had been locked by the opponent's spear.
I can’t avoid it. Absolutely can’t avoid it. Am I going to die?
Dead, dead..
"No, I won't die!"
He was clearly in a state of self-doubt in the previous second, but Wang Zhenqiu shouted loudly in the next second.
"I will never die!"
At this moment, he suddenly thought of what his master Xia Liuqing had said when he explained the power of the 'Divine Mask'!
In fact, the ability of [Mask of Divinity] is similar to that of [Six Treasury Immortal Thief], both of which are "theft".
The only difference is that the latter steals the vitality of heaven and earth, while the [Mask of Divinity] steals everyone’s faith in God!
Then you can play God yourself!
Play the role of god with yourself, play the role of yourself incarnate, play the role until others believe it, play the role until you believe it yourself.
Finally - act with your life!
Wang Zhenqiu's face twisted and he growled in a low voice.
"But, that's not what I think. This is not stealing faith, but stealing the person of God!!!"
It’s just like the actors in the real world playing the Buddha beads in Journey to the West!
In order to avoid the shot, Wang Zhenqiu decided to try something he had always wanted to try but didn't dare to try!
"Certainly!!!"
There was a loud shout.
At the same time, Wang Zhenqiu's body underwent earth-shaking changes, and he was wearing armor that was like an outline of pen and ink.
Just like the Monkey King in Peking Opera.
These are the two gods he raised, one is Nezha, the Great God of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly who appeared before, and the second is the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, the Monkey King!
In the roar.
Su Mo's movements suddenly froze, and even the [Piercing Death Thorn Spear] in his hand stopped in the air.
But he adheres to the rule that being handsome does not last more than three seconds.
The changes in Wang Zhenqiu's body suddenly disappeared, his face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Two lines of blood slowly flowed from his nose.
puff~
He sat down on the ground, his body falling freely behind him, looking at the blue sky, feeling weak and powerless.
"Damn, this faith is too mixed. Stealing or absorbing it by force won't work. We should find old man Xia and take away one of his gloves that can store and refine 'faith'."
"Otherwise, today would definitely not end like this!"
While he was speaking, Su Mo came back to his senses from his previous state of being frozen, glanced at the [Spear of Deathly Thorns] in his hand, and put it back into the [Treasure of the King].
What ability was that just now?
[Mask of Divinity] The ability of the second stage?
But it should be so. This ability is really powerful. It can actually freeze myself for three seconds.
He squatted down, poked the bastard's face, and immediately poked his soft muscles.
"Asshole, are you okay?"
"What! Kill me if you want!"
Wang Zhenqiu rolled his eyes at Su Mo, but with his pale yet delicate face and the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, Su Mo actually saw a hint of the pitiful look of the "Beautiful Young Man".
Su Mo, who was not afraid of anything, was afraid of this, so he took several steps back without saying a word.
"Asshole, you made me like this, why are you still afraid of me?"
Wang Zhenqiu said indignantly.
"Tsk, you're the one who tortured yourself." Su Mo said with a tsk, "But to be honest, that move you made just now was pretty cool."
"Nonsense, I used my life to force it out!"
"I can tell."