Weird Resurrection: I Can Transform into a Great Demon

Chapter 522

This ugly spirit with flesh and blood like mud gradually erupted with an extremely powerful, mixed and strange aura, illusory, untouchable, and high above...

Its face without any expression seemed to be looking at everyone at the same time.

The kings all stiffened for a moment.

"Is this... a believer of the Lord of Dreams?"

"I have fought with the strong men of this lineage in the Gods Organization, but they didn't seem to have such a terrifying aura when they were alive!"

"The Lord of Dreams, Salsto, is very special. His believers regard the human world as the dream of God, and believe that people will fall into a nightmare from which they can never wake up after death."

"They think that death is the best way to get close to Salsto, so corpses after death often undergo various strange changes!"

Someone who knows the situation spoke in the dark, and the kings turned their heads to search, but they couldn't find who was talking.

"It depends on how Quito responds."

Everyone watched coldly.

The king of the Saints was not simple either. After seeing the rotten soul, his expression remained calm. His holy weapon was a temple hammer, as heavy as a mountain, with countless holy patterns engraved on it, all of which lit up at this moment.

An inviolable sacred aura enveloped Quito.

The sturdy old man sneered, muttered something, and swung the temple hammer with one hand.

"Under the judgment of the holy weapon, all sins will be exposed!"

"Puff"

With one hammer, the mud soul was smashed into real meat paste on the spot.

The kings present seemed to have noticed something and retreated together.

Quito's face also changed. He swung a hammer with his backhand and smashed it behind him. A mud soul appeared there and reached out to grab his back.

It was as if the scene of smashing the opponent just now was just a dream, and the real opponent had already attacked from behind.

"No! That's not right!"

Quito suddenly stopped his movements, and a fiery white holy light burst out from his eyes, with a terrifying pressure.

He stared at the mud spirit in front of him, and said word by word: "You can't escape the judgment of the holy weapon, you have been dead for a long time, and now is just a dream!"

As soon as the voice fell.

The scene in front of him was distorted.

The mud spirit behind him turned into a blond lion youth, who was the greatest hope of the Saints Organization in this generation, and almost died under his hammer.

Quito was also shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Gray, why are you here?"

"Elder, I don't know either. I just chased a spirit and unknowingly stepped into the depths of the Valley of Gods." Gray was a little confused: "What happened?"

Quito shook his head: "It doesn't matter, I saw through the dream of a monster, it's dead."

As soon as the voice fell, he turned around calmly.

"Bang"

There was a loud noise.

In front of him, the figure of the mud monster slowly emerged, and then exploded directly.

Quito picked up all the fragments of the soul, glanced coldly at the kings around him, and walked out of the valley with Gray. He wanted to send this genius in the organization back first.

The remaining kings showed thoughtful expressions.

"What a strange ability. If you believe in the illusion of the dream apostle, you will probably be trapped in its dream forever."

"Quito is not simple either. The minds of the strong men of the Saints Organization are as strong as monsters to avoid being affected!"

"If it were us, could we have dealt with this soul just now?"

At this moment, some kings with average strength all frowned. It was their first time to come to the Valley of Gods. Only then did they realize that snatching the soul was far from as simple as they imagined.

Although the soul is condensed after the death of the strong men of the Gods Organization, its difficulty may be higher than when they were alive.

"And this is a spirit that is not enraged. If Quito insulted the Lord of Dreams, he might have become a dead body now!"

Another person spoke in a deep voice.

For a moment, the atmosphere on the scene became more solemn.

"Haha, no matter how weird it is, it's just a dead thing that can't think. What's there to be afraid of?" At this time, a middle-aged man walked out with a sneer, identified a tombstone, cut his wrist, and shed a lot of royal blood.

"It's Zhang Jiu, the first disciple of Fumen!" Someone recognized this person.

"Let's see what he can do."

"Hehe, isn't this the wanted criminal of Jiuzhou? The strong men of Jiuzhou are also here, why don't you arrest him?" There are also people secretly fanning the flames.

King Pingdeng is mature and calm, as if he didn't hear it.

In this kind of melee where all parties are fighting for benefits, it is very clear that you should protect yourself and not provoke anyone, so that you can get the greatest benefits in the end.

But Jiang Chen next to him was like a young man who couldn't keep his cool. He immediately clenched his fists and said angrily: "PingWait for Lord Wang! Did you hear that? Someone is mocking Jiuzhou. I say, kill Zhang Jiu first, then kill the person who started the provocation! "

This made the originally calm King Pingdeng's eyelids tremble.

You are so fucking cruel!

And you usually call me Pingdeng, but call me Lord in front of outsiders. Do you want to throw me into the fire pit?

"Lord, I have already found out. It's that guy who is talking. He looks a little unfamiliar. Do you recognize him?" Jiang Chen pointed to a brown-haired man in the Vatican team.

The other party is also a cardinal, but his aura is not as strong as the cardinal who attacked at the beginning. He is probably at the fourth step.

The bishop's face darkened for a moment after hearing this.

He used a special method to cover up his voice, but he was still discovered.

"People of the Vatican, keep your mouth shut, otherwise I will discipline you! "King Pingdeng glanced over and spoke lightly.

The main reason is that Jiang Chen has said so much. As the leader of Jiuzhou this time, if he doesn't say a few words, Jiuzhou will appear too weak.

"Pingdeng, how does it feel to be promoted to the sixth step? When will you fight with me?" The strong men in the church naturally did not want to be outdone. The bishop who helped the white-robed priest to wipe out the goat-headed spirit spoke coldly.

"That's what I meant." King Pingdeng was also quite direct. While he was speaking, he was already digging out the hell.

But halfway through the action, his expression froze.

"Jiang Chen? Jiang Chen? "

Turning his head and looking around, Jiang Chen suddenly disappeared.

After looking around for a long time, King Pingdeng realized that the boy suddenly walked behind Zhang Jiu.

At this moment, under the tombstone in front of the other party, a strange spirit in a purple robe, with a dark face and only two red eyes, was crawling up.

"You son of a bitch, the abyss snake god Torreya, you damn dirty thing, this is not the place for you, go back to the dark and damp abyss! "

Jiang Chen held a loud speaker and shouted loudly.

Everyone was stunned.

The next moment, in the darkness under the purple robe, the red eyes turned into three, four... more and more, so dense that people's scalps tightened.

The faces of all the kings sank.

He angered a spirit equivalent to a five-step king!

Crazy!

Especially Zhang Jiu, who was the first to bear the brunt, had an expression as ugly as if he had eaten a fly. If you want to die, don't drag me with you?

And you wasted so much of my blood?