"No!!!"
boom!
As soon as Fang Xiu pointed out, the jade-like luster bloomed, and the black God's consciousness was completely wiped out. The mud-like body shattered, turned into dots of light rain, and merged into the full moon in the sky.
Looking at the huge moon in the sky, Fang Xiu suddenly came up with an idea. If he didn't merge into the full moon, wouldn't the son of the angel be unable to come?
Thinking like this, he tried to get out of the picture scroll space, but it was useless. There was no exit here.
Fang Xiu frowned, tapped his fingertips, and the angel's law wrapped around him. The terrifying power of purification surged out, instantly piercing a huge hole in the world.
Behind the hole is a space gap like a black hole, which contains terrifying space turbulence.
He turned on the virtualization, shuttled between heaven and earth, and easily passed through the barrier of the world, but wherever he looked, he saw terrifying space turbulence.
Even if Fang Xiu now possesses seventh-level strength, it would be difficult to survive in the turbulent flow of space without relying on virtualization.
The turbulence in space is endless. Even if you can resist it for a moment, your spirituality will always be exhausted.
Finally, Fang Xiu turned his gaze to the full moon in the sky.
This time he did not use the Angel Law. After all, the two have the same origin, so he chose the Taotie Law.
He raised his finger to the sky and boom——!
A huge crack suddenly opened in the sky, like a huge mouth of an abyss, and a terrifying devouring power came from it.
The scene was very much like a tengu eclipsing the moon, trying to devour the moon.
But the next second, a ray of holy light lit up in the center of the full moon, and countless mysterious laws flowed like water waves, protecting the full moon, completely ignoring the swallowing of the Taotie laws.
Fang Xiu's eyes turned cold: "Angelic Godhead."
The angel's godhead is in the full moon, and even the seventh level of the godhead's power cannot compete with it.
It seems that for the current plan, the only way to go is to integrate the full moon.
Fang Xiu had a vague feeling in his heart that when he successfully transformed into the son of an angel, that would be when Zhou Qingfeng appeared.
Today, Zhou Qingfeng's plan has come to light, and it is obvious that he wants to become the son of an angel.
But even if he knew Zhou Qingfeng's plan, Fang Xiu had no other way to go at this time, otherwise he would be trapped in the scroll space forever.
"Then let me see what tricks you want to do."
He has never been afraid of the losers of the past era, those who have been hiding behind the scenes and dare not show their faces.
In other words, there is nothing in this world that scares him. If there is anything, it must be because he is afraid that his wife will die in the hands of others.
Other than that, I have nothing to fear!
Suddenly, his figure slowly rose into the sky, and gradually became as high as the full moon. Their figures gradually overlapped, as if there was a small black spot on the moon.
Soon, the little black dot merged into the moon, just like Jingzi entering Luanzi, and the two parties merged.
The world fell silent at this moment, everything was silent and calm.
There is no trace of Fang Xiu between heaven and earth.
About five minutes later.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Weird fluctuations spread throughout the entire place, and the full moon in the sky trembled violently, as if something terrifying was about to be born.
boom!
The world of the picture scroll began to collapse in large areas, and the entire world was like an old oil painting, with the paint on it falling and falling, and finally being absorbed into the full moon.
A terrifying vortex seemed to be formed above the full moon, and the whole world began to spin and twist...
outside world.
Weird and majestic praises resounded throughout the world, a full moon rose slowly, and infinite holy light illuminated the entire space node. Countless believers knelt down and worshiped the moon, praising it crazily.
Fang Xiu's current perspective is very strange. He feels as if he has transformed into some kind of huge celestial body, overlooking the world. In his ears are the crazy murmurs of countless believers, and the godhead in his body is always exuding pollution.
But his soul is like a pitch-black stinking ditch. No matter how much sewage you pour into it, it still cannot change its essence.
He is not crazy, he is still calm, and this level of pollution cannot do anything to him.
Fang Xiu planned to emerge, but the strength accumulated in his body was not enough to break free.
So, he said to the countless fanatics below: "My devout believers, give me everything you have, completely integrate with me, and I will lead you to heaven!"
“Praise be to the sons of angels!”
"Your most loyal believer, willing to dedicate everything to you!"
The believers became enthusiastic instantly, and many even burst into tears, feeling happy that they were about to die.
The next moment, believers committed suicide one after another, bang bang bang!
The sound of corpses falling to the ground kept coming, and for a while the entire holy city turned into a dead city.
Afterwards, the colors on their corpses melted like candles, and the entire ground was filled with colorful liquids, as if the earth was a huge palette and someone had knocked over the paint and mixed it on it.
The paint from the corpses began to float as if it was not subject to gravity, and then turned into tens of thousands of water streams, flowing crazily into the sky and converging into the full moon in the sky, which was Fang Xiu's body.
The huge full moon in the sky was completely covered in chaotic paint, just like a ball made by a child who mixed all the colored plasticine together.
Buzz!
Above the ball, the holy light emerged, gradually swallowing up all the colors. Then the holy light slowly shrank, melted like water, and finally turned into a single eye with flawless white wings.
The white wings are densely covered with blood vessels, and the gaps between feathers are covered with human eyes. The huge one-eye in the center is also densely covered in blood, like a spider web.
It's Fang Xiu!
At this time, he was no different from the son of an angel transformed by the black God. Obviously, the power of the godhead was too strong. No matter who was integrated into it, the existence that was finally born was still dominated by the godhead.
However, the only difference between Fang Xiu and the Black God is that on his back, there is a lifelike tattoo of a beautiful woman with a sweet smile, who is his wife!
Even if Fang Xiu changes his body, his wife is still there!
This binding consciousness, the connection deep into the soul, cannot be severed by changing another body.
