In the extremely luxurious aristocratic life, the female priests were reluctant to make high-quality silk cloth for clothes. The beautiful maids used to wipe the floor. The fragrances that the female priests could not afford were sprayed everywhere. The carpets were made of the fur of the level 5 dark monster Shadow Leopard, all of which were black and without a single hair. This disposable carpet, which was spread outside, would definitely be left in the church in the end. Ziyun directed 10 beautiful maids to move out magic wooden tables, chairs and large beds, repaint the walls, and dozens of magic lamps that needed red crystal coins to ignite were installed on the ceiling.

Meiji took out a coat made of fur of the wind-type holy beast "Phantom Heavenly Fox" and put it on Shuang'er: "I feel wronged in the nearby wilderness mountains and rivers."

Meiji's delicate voice made all the pastors fascinated.

At this time, the 4th level priest suddenly received the order and took advantage of the fact that everyone was confused by the magician and sneaked to the backyard of the church.

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It was late at night and in the Duer God Church in Luhua Village, for the new temple of the gods, the priests prepared altars and various instruments for casting magic, and were extremely busy back and forth.

Zhao Yong had been thinking, and after half a day of research, he finally found something was wrong with these pastors.

Zhao Yong couldn't help but remind: "Young Master, what we believe in here is not a real god, I don't know what kind of alien it is? It's too dangerous to let the lady go over and accept that magic technique alone."

"I didn't plan to let Shuang'er accept the magic technique at all. The time is almost done. When the false god Du Er appears, you and the Purple King will take action to capture him."

"Pseudo-God?" Zhao Yong was startled first, and then excited. After advancing to the god level, fewer and fewer opponents can fight. A pseudo-God who doesn't know what kind of aliens can make Zhao Yong fight happily.

Zhao Sicheng said: "That's right! The three elements of the real gods are divine nature, divine nature, and divine power. Du Er Shen, a fake, has no divine nature, but relies on the faith of the villagers to collect a little divine power. This inferior product dared to put his ideas on the body of the deity and Shuang'er. I really don't know how to live or die. Then, this is the life card of the soul. If the inferior product casts the soul into the life card, I will bring him to see the deity. If I don't want to... I just want to add a meal to Xiaobai."

When Xiaobai heard the extra meal, he immediately shouted "Meow...". Zhao Sicheng grabbed the fluff on Xiaobai's neck and inputted a life law energy.

Zhao Yong took the soul card with both hands, and at first glance, he couldn't help but shiver. The black wooden signs the size of a palm were carved with mysterious patterns and divided into 12 grids. Each grid has four pitch-black soul nails. The soul is firmly nailed to the life card by four soul nails. It is always painful and can't be shivered when you look at it. Compared with the terrifying soul card, Zhao Yong feels that it is happier to be eaten by Xiaobai.

Du Er was ready to beat his hands at this moment. Unexpectedly, he didn't notice for a moment, and the idiot priests actually caused him a big trouble. However, trouble also represents an opportunity. If he could catch that holy-level noble master, he would hope to truly be a god within 20 years, trigger the ocean of elements, and condense the divine nature is the only opportunity to get rid of the "master".

When walking on the Yuanjing Continent, Zhao Sicheng has always suppressed his strength to the holy level. One is to reduce the harassment of minions below the holy level. On the other hand, completely relaxing his strength will be rejected by the Yuanjing plane. The best way to eliminate this rejection is to destroy. Since Zhao Sicheng does not want to destroy the Yuanjing Continent, all walks of life can only suppress their strength before returning.

The 4th level priest who received Du Er's order smiled and said to Shuang'er: "We are ready. Please ask Miss Zhao to stand in the center of the altar. All the priests will bless Miss Zhao at the same time. After that, Miss Zhao will have a healthy body."

The pastor's words were not flawed. Sishuang was about to step forward, but was stopped by Zhao Yong: "Miss, wait a moment, I'll go and see if their altar is built firmly."

After saying that, Zhao Yong jumped onto the altar and roared: "The alien hiding behind the wall, come out!"

The god-level water-based Dou Qi was fully released, and a wall behind the altar of the chapel turned into debris, revealing the false god Du Er hidden behind the wall.

The pseudo-god Du Er's outfit felt like a savage. The clothes on her body seemed to have experienced countless fierce battles, broken, long gray hair, unshaven beard, muddy face, and couldn't see her appearance. She held a two-meter iron stick in her hand and stared at Zhao Yong angrily.

Zhao Sicheng could smell the dead air emitted by the false god Du Er when he was far away. The dead air on Du Er's body was completely the same as the dead air above the village, and the resentment was the same. This guy was indeed the root of the "plague" of the villagers.

"The nosy sword god dares to destroy the altar of my god. I, Du Er, are incompatible with you." Du Er said, and the long stick in his hand hit Zhao Yong.

"It's interesting." Zhao Sicheng pulled Shuang'er closer to his arms, and sat on the magic wooden chair prepared by Meiji with a big golden knife.

In the past decade, as Zhao Sicheng provides the Dwarves with the metal of gods (spiritual materials), the Dwarves have indeed produced hundreds of low-quality artifacts. In addition, the return of all walks of life is about to be restored, and ancient ruins have been developed one after another, and a large number of artifacts have poured into the weapon market of the Yuanjing Continent. Compared with hundreds of millions of warriors on the mainland, thousands of artifacts cannot splash a wave, at least not as far as the savages of mountain villages can even pick up artifacts. Back then, Chris was one of the three sword gods in the continent. Before he met Zhao Sicheng, there was no artifact, let alone a pseudo-god hiding in the countryside.

Du Er is a water-based sword god, but his forehead exudes the dead aura of the undead mage, and the magical iron stick in his hand. Zhao Sicheng said: "It's interesting."

"Clang!" The sound of the black artifact dagger coming out of the sheath was definitely from Zhao Yong. Purple King threw this very handsome voice into the tomb of the Gods ten years ago.

"Sure!" Zhao Yong's short sword met Du Er's long stick.

While Du Er was entangled by Zhao Yong, the Purple King silently passed by Du Er's right side. Du Er instinctively dodged left and moved backward, avoiding the vital points of his neck. The energy of the "Purple Yang Art" suddenly poured out from the short sword, and the Purple King left a blood mark more than one foot long on Du Er's right arm.

Du Er was instantly shocked and sweated coldly. His right arm was burned by the "Ziyang Jue". Du Er flipped his left hand and a divine power ball the size of a fist appeared in his hand.

"Boom!" Where can the small church renovated in the house bear the energy of the divine power ball? It turned into ashes in the blink of an eye. Ten poor pastors were shattered by the false gods they believed in.

Zhao Sicheng waved his right hand and immediately a transparent barrier of space law appeared, protecting the women.

The Purple King had long disappeared, but Zhao Yong was bombed to a little embarrassed.

"Okay! Come again!" Zhao Yong shouted loudly, and the water-based Dou Qi was like a trickle of water, attacking Du Er one after another.

Du Er cursed: "Ignorous little bastards, let you see what the immortality of the gods is today."

Du Er said, golden divine power surged from his right arm. In the blink of an eye, the blood marks pierced by the Purple King disappeared without a trace. If the savage's clothes were not even more worn, it would be impossible to see that there had been injuries there.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yong was still stunned. This stunned not only provided conditions for Du Er to counterattack, but also interrupted the Purple King's assassination plan.

"Water Wheel Slash!" The great sword move was used with a magical iron rod, which was more fierce than the great sword. In particular, the divine power of the pseudo-god Du'er was mixed into the water-based fighting spirit, which made the already fierce god-level fighting spirit and destructive power higher.

Looking at Du Er's swinging long stick, the water-based fighting spirit poured down like a storm. The Purple King could only face it, hit Zhao Yong, and shouted: "Flash!"

For a moment, he was stunned and said, "Don't do it, do it, do it, do it." Five consecutive sounds were heard. The Purple King connected Du Er's five sticks, and his arms were numb.

"Chuyang, Sheng!" The Purple King doesn't like to use the ultimate move, really doesn't like it. The Purple King's favorite assassination opportunity is when the old power has been exhausted and the new power has not yet emerged. At this time, the Purple King stabbed the prey four or five swords from the dark to complete the task.

Therefore, the Purple King doesn't like using the ultimate move. If he doesn't like it, it doesn't mean he won't. The rising sun rises and jumps out of the ground. The fiery red Chuyang leaves nine afterimages of the same size in the process of rising. The afterimages of Chuyang condense into entities, connected into a line, and smashes wildly at Du Er.

Seeing the nine-loft Chuyang falling, Du Er advanced instead of retreating. The magical iron stick in his hand turned into thousands of stick shadows, and roared: "Water drops through the stone!"

Zhao Yong also yelled: "Enverity!"

"Entangled and lingering" sounds very feminine, but in fact, cough cough, this move is used to defend, and it is indeed a bit feminine. This move explains the tenderness in the mystery of water like water. The water-based fighting spirit at the tip of Zhao Yong's sword turned into a gentle net, entangling thousands of stick shadows with tens of millions of tenderness.

As soon as Du Er's iron rod was entangled, the Purple King had already sneaked behind Du Er and cut his neck!

"Be careful not to kill." Zhao Yong shouted.

The Purple King was stunned and was hit by Du Er's iron stick. The divine water-type Dou Qi mixed with divine power and ran around in the body of a person with fire-type constitution of Purple King. The Purple King spewed out a mouthful of purple blood on the spot.

The figure of Purple King disappeared, leaving only a pool of purple blood on the ground. He quickly took out the medicine bottle, swallowed two healing pills refined by Zhao Sicheng, and sprayed out another mouthful of purple blood. Then he took a breath and glared at Zhao Yong.

But at Du Er's neck that was cut by the Purple King, golden divine power flashed by, and the cut trachea and arteries were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. Three breaths were healed. Du Er's liver fire rose, and all the divine power he had accumulated with great effort was wasted on these two boys.

Du Er no longer entangled with Zi Wang and Zhao Yong, but rushed towards Zhao Sicheng like a tiger. Grasping this saint-level noble master was the key to solving the problem.

"Young Master!" "The alien is looking for death!"

Although he knew that Du Er could not hurt Zhao Sicheng, Zi Wang and Zhao Yong still rushed forward without hesitation. They were the young master's guards. If the young master took everything himself, it would be a dereliction of duty. What's the use of the young master? (To be continued...)

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