There are white clouds around.

The gods in the sky were staring at themselves in the clouds.

"City Emperor, your affairs have been exposed, so you can surrender."

A majestic voice came from the depths of the sky.

The man's face changed drastically and he couldn't help but say:

"What? This is the Heavenly Court? No - I am already a mortal, you can't judge me!"

It was this stupid skill.

Another voice suddenly rang in his ear:

"The sky is sent to Xianyang Road, if there is love, the sky will grow old."

——The Emperor of Heaven and Earth, “Sending off guests”, “Tian Ruo”.

winter.

A severe pain came from the chest.

The man felt that he was hit by a powerful and heavy fist, and his whole body lost control and his feet were off the ground.

——Floating!

In an instant, all the heavenly palaces, clouds, and gods disappeared.

"Illusion!"

The man said in a lost voice.

There are still several lines of small ice crystal words that have appeared before in the Book of the Dead:

"You have a shadow minion, so your Silent Misty gains a special ability:"

“Psychedelic.”

"Explanation: Any target that attacks you has a certain probability of falling into a psychedelic state created by the magic fog."

“The current goal is in psychedelic!”

——This is the illusion of the Heavenly Palace that the man saw!

Wu Xiaode gently pushed the ground with his feet, and his whole body rose into the air like an eagle and falcon. His fists turned into endless fist shadows, constantly hitting the man!

After striking for seven or eight breaths, all the fist shadows were withdrawn and put into Wu Xiaode's arms.

He landed on the ground.

After counting the breaths.

winter.

A dull sound.

The man fell heavily, hit the abandoned mobile armor, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Good boxing..."

He gasped and said intermittently: "If I hadn't been cut off from my life, this punch..."

He couldn't lift it up in one breath, and he could no longer say anything later.

"It won't stop." Wu Xiaode continued.

The man nodded and exhaled heavily.

"I remember you."

He said.

After the words came to his mind, he had no rest.

He is dead.

From afar, the bull head sensed the movement here and roared loudly:

"No! Damn mortal!"

"Do you think you won? The sacrifice has been completed and you will usher in a destruction!"

It walked back into the blood pool, and its whole body quickly sank, and disappeared in a while.

——Sacrifice formation?

Wu Xiaode looked at the man's body with a puzzled face.

His body gradually turned into a blood-colored skeleton, which quickly collapsed into dregs and spilled onto the steel mecha.

Is this... dead or not?

The Book of the Dead suddenly opened, revealing the page of the wall of wishes.

Lines of ice crystal words emerge:

"The other party has been confirmed to be dead."

"You have completed this commission."

"You have received the basic reward for this commission, and your soul power has increased by 3 points."

"The current soul power limit is adjusted to: 35."

"In addition, the spirit who issued the commission will come and fulfill his promise to you."

All small words are collected.

May a thick male voice suddenly sound on the wall:

"I did a good job. The god who presided over the sacrifice ceremony was killed by you. In this way, I will be sure."

"Are you entrusting my spirit?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"That's right, I remember saying when I posted the commission that there is a 'the most suitable reward for you' to pay you." said the thick male voice.

"This is indeed written on the commission." Wu Xiaode nodded.

"That's right, please wait. I need to make some small preparations before you can come - you have guests too."

After speaking, he became silent.

Wu Xiaode was surprised.

Do you still need to prepare?

Didn’t you think I could defeat that god at first?

Also, what does my guest mean?

Wu Xiaode felt something and suddenly looked back.

I saw a few men and women wearing strange uniforms standing in the open space not far away.

The man in the lead clapped with a meticulous big back head and applauded:

"Excellent battle, but I guess you don't have the energy to fight the second game."

"What are you?" Wu Xiaode asked.

"We are like you, and we belong to the World Destruction Council. Our master heard that you have obtained a disaster emblem from the rewards." The man said.

"No, nonsense, it doesn't exist-I don't have that thing." Wu Xiaode denied.

The woman next to the man snorted and replied:

"You can't hide it from my MP. Please hand over that emblem, otherwise we can easily kill you with your current fatigue."

"It's really not. If you don't believe me, come and search."

Wu Xiaode sighed.

"Search and search." The man made a gesture.

Everyone walked towards Wu Xiaode.

suddenly.

A dense bronze arms emerged behind Wu Xiaode.

——As soon as the god died, the art of imprisonment from the horse face was over.

All the bronze arms quickly formed a one-eyed giant and the king of evil ghosts, and their eyes turned and looked at the people opposite.

A scarlet light flashed in the one-eyed giant's vertical child.

The three heads of the King of Evil Ghosts showed a smile but not a smile, and each recited different obscure spells.

Everyone couldn't help but stop.

"Come on, come and search."

Wu Xiaode held his arms, stood there, and said seriously.
Chapter completed!