Amidst the crazy praises, a black crack suddenly appeared in the center of the huge full moon in the sky. The crack was extremely thin, like a black line, running through the full moon from top to bottom.
Suddenly, the black line suddenly spread and opened!
A huge vertical pupil was revealed inside, with holy pupils, indifferent eyes, and the whites of the eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes as dense as spider webs.
Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu seemed to be seeing a mysterious angel in a trance, because this eye was very similar to the angel's eye, the same holiness and blood, two completely different colors filled in the same eye, that This weird feeling makes people feel psychologically uncomfortable.
For a moment, the crazy praises became louder and louder. This time, Fatty and Zhao Hao, who were relatively weak, actually had crazy piety in their eyes. They stared at the moon and began to make inhuman praises from their mouths.
Yang Ming and others were immediately horrified, and quickly mobilized their spirituality to frantically resist the pollution of this huge eye.
Only Fang Xiu remained calm. He was not contaminated, because he had seen the Angel of the Evil God countless times and was considered an acquaintance. Naturally, he would not be contaminated by the children of old acquaintances.
"Captain, what should we do now? This son of an angel gives me the feeling that it is more powerful than the seventh-level forbidden trick." Wuwei was a little panicked. Facing such a level of existence, he, a sixth-level person, had no sense of security at all. .
The former sixth-level powerhouse stood in front of the Son of Angel, as fragile as a child.
"He is the eighth level?" Fang Xiu asked.
"It shouldn't be the eighth level. Although I've never seen the eighth level before, I have seen the limbs of the seventh level forbidden ghost. Although the son of angel gives me a powerful feeling, it doesn't seem to transcend the scope of the seventh level, but even this son of angel Not the eighth level, but at least the peak of the seventh level! Captain, now is not the time to discuss his strength. Whether it is the seventh level or the eighth level, it makes no difference to us at this stage! He can't beat the seventh level. Even the eighth level can’t be beaten.”
"There's no rush." Fang Xiu's tone remained calm, as if he didn't take the son of an angel, who was suspected of being at the peak of the seventh level, at all.
However, he was not in a hurry. Wuwei and the others were almost dying of anxiety. Not everyone could face the gaze of the descendants of the God of Creation. Even if they were at the sixth level, they could still clearly feel the pervasive whispers pouring into their hearts.
At this time, the voice of the Black God suddenly sounded.
"Fang Xiu! Because of you, I had to let the son of an angel come in advance in an incomplete state. Do you know your sin!"
His voice was indifferent and loud, and there seemed to be some mysterious murmurs in the words, and the direction of the voice was clearly coming from the huge eyes in the sky.
Wuwei and others couldn't help but be shocked after hearing this. Such a terrifying son of an angel is not yet a complete body? It’s not that the perfect body has surpassed the seventh level of forbidden magic, and is suspected to be the peak of the seventh level, then if it is the perfect body, it must be the eighth level! ?
Eighth level! What is that concept? No one knows, and no one wants to know.
The sixth level can already be called a terrestrial god. It can withstand nuclear bombs without dying, which is completely beyond the scope of human beings. The seventh level forbidden trick can even be used to seal all space nodes. What about the eighth level? Isn’t it a being that can destroy heaven and earth with just a breath?
Regarding the Black God’s accusation, Fang Xiu simply replied: “Don’t blame others for your own waste.”
The black God was instantly angered, and his voice became more and more crazy, as if he was on the verge of losing his mind: "You damn heretic! I will judge you personally!"
Do you know that these devout people will die just because of you! They could have lived peacefully and happily until they were 30 years old, and then dedicated everything to the Son of Angel, but now that the Son of Angel has arrived early, these devout people can only sacrifice everything now for the growth of the Son of Angel! "
"Master Bishop! It is our supreme honor to dedicate everything to the Son of Angel!" Countless devout believers who were kneeling on the ground raised their heads, looked feverishly at the huge eyes in the sky, and shouted crazily.
"We can't wait until we are thirty, we can't wait even for a moment, we must dedicate now!" The believers became more and more enthusiastic.
When Yang Ming on the side saw this scene, even though the praise gave him a splitting headache, he still couldn't help complaining: "No brother, you are so mean, right?"
However, no one paid attention to him, everyone was immersed in fanaticism and piety.
At this moment, there was a trace of trembling in the crazy voice of the Black God: "Okay! Okay! Okay! You are all the most devout believers, and the glory of the Son of Angels will shine on you forever!"
As he spoke, the huge eyes in the sky filled with tears of emotion.
"For the Son of Angels!"
"For the Son of Angel!!"
The pious shouts were deafening, as if everyone in the entire holy city was shouting in unison!
At the same time, they pulled out the daggers they had prepared and pierced their hearts fiercely. The strangest thing was that even before they died, these people did not have any pain on their faces, but only piety!
Bang bang bang!
The sound of corpses falling to the ground continued to be heard, and for a while the entire holy city became a dead city. All the believers committed suicide. After their death, their corpses began to fade and melted like candles.
The entire ground is filled with colorful liquids, as if the earth is a huge palette, and someone has knocked over the paint and mixed it on top.
Everyone was shocked by the crazy scene in front of them. They had come all the way before, and it was roughly estimated that there were hundreds of thousands of people living in the entire holy city. But now, hundreds of thousands of people are all dead or committing suicide.
The next moment, the paint turned by the corpses began to float as if it was not subject to gravity, and then turned into tens of thousands of water flows, flowing crazily into the sky and converging into the huge eyes.
The huge eye in the sky was completely covered in chaotic paint, just like a child who mixed all the colored plasticine together and kneaded it into a ball.
Now, Fang Xiu also completely understood why those people lost all their color after death. It turned out that everything became nourishment for the Son of Angel.
The black God's sobbing voice sounded: "Fang Xiu! Look at the good things you have done! It was you who forced these devout believers to death. They were so pious and kind, but now they are dying because of you!"
"Hey, hey, are you mistaken? How come you can rely on us for everything? Do you know how you are now, making us look like villains?" Yang Ming yelled in dissatisfaction.
"Young friend Yang, there is no need to waste words with him. Haven't you noticed yet? He is already crazy. If my prediction is correct, the son of an angel must need a carrier when he comes to the world, and the black God is his carrier. He has been It's seriously polluted and he's crazy. It won't be long before he even loses his own consciousness."
