This ugly god with flesh and blood like mud gradually emitted an extremely powerful and mixed strange aura, which was illusory, untouchable, and aloof...
Its expressionless face seemed to be watching everyone at the same time.
Each king's body stiffened briefly.
"Is this...a believer in the Lord of Dreams?"
"I have fought against strong men of this lineage in the organizations of the gods, but they seemed to have far less such terrifying auras when they were alive!"
"Salstow, the master of dreams, is very special. His followers regard the human world as a dream of gods, and believe that after death, people will fall into a nightmare from which they can never wake up."
"They think death is the best way to get close to Salsto, so the corpses after death often undergo various weird changes!"
Someone in the know spoke in secret. The kings turned around to search, but could not find who was speaking.
"It depends on how Kuito handles it."
Everyone watched indifferently.
The king of the saints organization is not simple either. After seeing this rotten god, his expression remained calm. His sacred weapon is a temple hammer, as heavy as a mountain, with countless sacred patterns engraved on it. At this moment Everything lights up.
An aura of inviolable sanctity enveloped Kuito.
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 have no escape!"
"puff"
With one hammer blow, the mud soul was smashed into real meat on the spot.
But all the kings present seemed to have noticed something, and they all retreated.
Kuito's expression also changed. He swung the hammer with his backhand and hit him behind him. A mud god appeared there and reached out to grab his back.
It was as if the scene where he smashed his opponent just now was just a dream, and the real opponent had already attacked from behind.
"No! No!"
Kuito suddenly stopped what he was doing, and a blazing white holy light erupted from his eyes, which was terrifyingly coercive.
He stared at the mud soul in front of him and said word by word: "You can't escape the judgment of the holy weapon. You are already dead, and now it is just a dream!"
The words just fell.
The scene in front of him became distorted.
The mud soul behind him turned into a blond lion young man. He was the greatest hope of this generation of the Saints organization, and he almost died under his own hammer.
Kuito was also shocked and broke into a cold sweat.
"Gray, why are you here?"
"Elder, I don't know either. I just chased a divine spirit and unknowingly stepped into the depths of the Valley of the Spirits." Gray was a little confused: "What happened?"
Kuito shook his head: "It doesn't matter, I saw through a monster's dream, and it's dead."
After the words fell, he turned around calmly.
"boom"
There was a loud bang.
In front of him, the figure of the mud monster slowly emerged, and then exploded.
Kuito picked up all the soul fragments, glanced coldly at the kings around him, and led Gray out of the valley. He wanted to send the genius of the organization back first.
The remaining kings all showed thoughtful expressions.
"What a weird ability. If you believe in the illusion of the Dream Apostle, you may be trapped in its dream forever."
"Kuito is not simple either. The strong minds of the Saints organization are as strong as monsters, so they cannot be affected!"
"If it were me, could we have dealt with this god just now?"
At this moment, some kings with average strength frowned. It was their first time in the Valley of the Spirits, and they realized that snatching the soul was far from being as simple as they imagined.
Although the souls are formed by the condensation of powerful people from the gods' organizations after their death, they may be more difficult to deal with than when they were alive.
"And this is still a spirit in an un-anger state. If Kuito insulted the master of the dream, maybe he would have become a dead corpse now!"
Someone else spoke in a deep voice.
For a time, the atmosphere at the scene became more and 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, spotted a tombstone, cut his wrist, and poured out a large amount of royal blood. .
"It's Zhang Jiu, the leader of Fu Sect!" Someone recognized this person.
"Let's see what he can do."
"Haha, isn't this a wanted criminal in Kyushu? The strong men from Kyushu are also there, why don't you arrest him?" There are also people who are secretly making a fuss.
King Pingping is experienced in dealing with things and has a calm face, as if he didn't hear anything.
When all parties are fighting for benefits, he knows very well that only by protecting his own safety and not provoking anyone can he gain the maximum benefit in the end.
But Jiang Chen next to him seemed like a young man who couldn't hold his breath. He immediately clenched his fists and said angrily: "Lord Ping Ping Wang! Did you hear that? Someone is mocking me, Jiuzhou, and asked me to kill Zhang Jiu first. , kill the person who provokes you again!"
These words made the originally calm King Ping Ping's eyelids tremble.
You are so damn cruel!
And you usually call me equal, but in front of outsiders you call me "adult". Are you trying to throw me into a fire pit to roast me?
"Sir, I have found out clearly. It is that boy who is speaking. He is a bit unfamiliar. Do you recognize him?" Jiang Chen pointed at a brown-haired man in the Vatican team.
The opponent is also a cardinal, but his aura is not as strong as the cardinal who took action at the beginning, probably in the fourth step.
Upon hearing this, the bishop's face became gloomy for a moment.
He used a special method to cover up his voice, but he was still discovered unexpectedly.
"People of the Holy See, watch your mouth, otherwise I will discipline you!" King Ping Ping glanced over and spoke calmly.
The main thing is that Jiang Chen has already said this. As the leader of Jiuzhou this time, if he doesn't say a few words, it will appear that Jiuzhou is too weak.
"Equality, how does it feel to be promoted to the sixth step? When have you ever fought against me?" The strong man in the Holy See was naturally not to be outdone. The bishop who had previously helped the white-robed priest to kill the goat-headed spirit spoke coldly.
"That's what I meant." King Pingping was also quite direct. As he spoke, he was already digging out the Infernal Hell.
But halfway through the action, his expression froze.
"Jiang Chen? Jiang Chen?"
Turning around and looking around, Jiang Chen suddenly disappeared.
After looking around for a long time, King Pingping realized that this kid suddenly walked behind Zhang Jiu.
At this moment, under the tombstone in front of the other party, a strange figure wearing a purple robe was climbing up, with a dark face and only two red eyes.
"Son of a bitch, the Abyss Snake God Torrea, damn filthy thing, this is not where you should be, go back to the dark and damp abyss!"
Jiang Chen held up a big loudspeaker 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 densely packed that it made one's scalp feel tight.
All the faces of the respected king darkened.
He angered a spirit equivalent to a five-step king!
madman!
Especially Zhang Jiu, who was the first to bear the brunt, his expression was as ugly as if he had eaten a fly. You want to die, why don't you drag me with you?
Have you wasted so much of my blood?
