Wow!
I saw a pool of colorful water condensed out of thin air in the void, and the water gathered from all directions.
A pool appeared at Fang Xiu's feet, and with the sound of fierce water flowing, water poured into it from all directions.
So far, there are two identical holy pools in the church.
Fang Xiu injected a lot of spirituality into this holy pool projection in exchange for more maintenance time.
The black God's eyes almost popped out when he saw this scene: "Holy... holy pool! Are you going to..."
A bad premonition suddenly welled up in his heart.
"Everyone, don't resist. I will seal your consciousness with nightmares. From now on, everyone will obey my command." Fang Xiu gave the order to everyone.
"Yes, Captain!" Yang Ming and others responded in unison without the slightest objection. Wuwei Kongjian, who was not very familiar with Fang Xiu, felt a little conflicted with the two of them, but they still obeyed. They couldn't afford to offend someone who would attack him at any time. The Lord of Destruction.
The next moment, black smoke poured into Fang Xiu's body, like billions of tiny black particles, crazily getting into everyone's mouths and noses. Everyone's eyes instantly became blank, as if you were a sleeping person. His eyelids were opened, that unconscious look.
At this time, everyone's consciousness was wrapped in the power of nightmares, separated from their bodies, and fell into a dream.
Then, Fang Xiu controlled everyone's bodies, like dumplings, and jumped into the projection of the holy pool one by one.
Zhila! Zhila!
The sound of melting continued, and the stunned people were like candles, with the colors on their bodies melting crazily and blending into the pool water.
Seeing this scene, even the black God, no matter how stupid he is, knows what Fang Xiu is going to do.
At this moment, he was completely panicked. Originally, Fang Xiu revealed his trump card, but he naively thought that he would have the last laugh. After all, he was at the sixth level, while Fang Xiu was only at the fourth level. The difference in strength was here, and Fang Xiu couldn't do anything. Fight with yourself.
But things are different now. If the water in the holy pool is compared to food, then every drop of water is equivalent to a grain of white rice, and it is composed of believers in the holy city for hundreds of years.
The strength of these believers is generally not high, but the base is relatively large, because in order to gain faith, the more people the better, and the weaker the better. Once too strong, it is easy to get out of control.
Fang Xiu's pool water was transformed by Yang Ming and others. Although the quantity is small, the quality far exceeds that of the saints. Each drop of pool water is equivalent to high-concentration chocolate beans.
Assume that the black God is a fat man weighing 200 pounds and has a big mouth naturally, and Fang Xiu is a normal ordinary person. They both eat at the same time, one eats white rice and the other eats high-concentration chocolate beans. In the same time, who gets the most? More energy?
The answer is obvious!
Moreover, this 200-pound fat man was still seriously injured.
The most important thing is that the black God's pool contains the remaining consciousness of countless believers. The fanatical ravings of hundreds of millions of believers are extremely polluting, just like rice mixed with sand, which is difficult to digest.
On the other hand, Fang Xiu did not intend to melt everyone. Once melted, everyone's consciousness would be mixed into the pool water and form sand.
After a while, most of the color on Yang Ming and others' bodies had faded, and their entire bodies had become transparent. If they continued, their bodies would completely melt and lose their lives.
At this critical moment, Fang Xiu picked up all the translucent figures, threw them aside, and used his Forbidden Heart to form a seal to protect them.
Then he jumped into the pool and began to melt himself.
After he transformed into the form of the Forbidden Heart wrapped in the Angel's Taotie Law, he began to crazily fuse the paint left by Yang Ming and others, and his body size was also growing rapidly.
Seeing this scene, the black god was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Watching Fang Xiu getting bigger and bigger, and soon he would surpass him, which was even more uncomfortable than killing him.
He tried his best to fuse the water in the pool without even bothering to digest it. Countless remaining believer consciousnesses impacted his mind, making him upset and experiencing bouts of dizziness. But he didn't dare to stop at all. He was now living at the speed of life and death. The competition is who can take shape faster.
Once Fang Xiu takes shape, everything will stop!
Compared to the impatience of the Black God, Fang Xiu was slow and steady, integrating step by step. Yang Ming, Xiao Chuxia, Bai Qi, Fatty, Wuwei Lao Dao, etc. were integrated into his body one by one.
When Wuwei Lao Dao was completely integrated, Fang Xiu's body size suddenly grew to the size of a black God.
Just when he was about to continue the fusion, a sudden change occurred, and a one-meter-sized, colorful miniature angel son jumped out of the holy pool.
"Fang Xiu! Don't even think about surpassing me!"
The person who came was none other than the Black God.
He rushed out of the holy pool desperately, broke through the barrier of faith, jumped into Fang Xiu's pool, and began to snatch. At this time, there were only two cards left in the pool: Kong Jian and Zhao Hao.
Fang Xiu naturally would not sit still and wait for death. The two of them took action at the same time, but the imagined conflict did not happen, because one of them was grabbing Kong Jian, and the other was grabbing Zhao Hao.
With one successful blow, the Black God quickly returned to the real holy pool and continued to activate the crazy absorption mode.
He laughed wildly, thinking he had won.
"Hahaha... Another sixth-level power has been obtained. Counting me, there are two sixth-levels, and you only have one. Hahaha, you will definitely lose!"
After merging with Zhao Hao, Fang Xiu became much larger, already reaching one and a half meters, but the black god's body had already exceeded two meters, and the rudiments of wings were looming.
"I won't lose." Fang Xiu replied lightly, and then entered the real holy pool.
The barrier of faith seems to be able to block everything, but two things cannot stop it. One is the disappearance of his wife, and the other is the colorful pool water.
If the water in the pool can be blocked, how can the melted liquid of the believers enter the holy pool after their death?
Therefore, in Fang Xiu's current form, he could easily enter the real holy pool.
At the same time, the false holy pool was shattered, and the spirituality Fang Xiu input was only enough to last until his fusion was completed, exactly.
Multiple death rollbacks made it easy for Fang Xiu to use this kind of micro-management.
Looking at Fang Xiu entering the holy pool, although the Black God was boiling with murderous intent, he was unable to kill Fang Xiu in his pregnant state. Now the two of them could only see who could absorb it faster.
"Hmph! You won't lose? Fang Xiu, don't you really think that the combined energy of those stinky fish and shrimps you fused can match a sixth level?"
Unexpectedly, Fang Xiu said slowly: "If you had chosen to rob Zhao Hao instead of Kong Jian, then I would have definitely lost, but now... the outcome has been decided."
