Volume 3: Stormy Chapter 433: Reproduction and Destruction of Gods
In the Blood Lake Purgatory...
Bestia once again merged with the God of Wrath. This time he did not become as bloated as before. This fusion made him look more like a tall warrior, with a sacred glow in his whole body.
Swish!
The next moment, a rotten hand gradually stretched out from the lake, like a weak water person trying desperately to climb up.
"Um?"
Bestia was slightly stunned when she saw the figure slowly crawling out of the blood lake.
This person...
He knows this person!
Like himself, he is also a god-hosting warrior.
"Why, is this to revive those people I killed?"
Bestia said coldly: "Unfortunately, these people are no longer useful to me. Now I will only be loyal to my king!"
"Beth...Bethdia...A"
The zombie-like figure gradually began to have blood and flesh, and gradually turned into a normal person.
"Ha, it's you, Aquino!"
Bestia looked at the man in front of him and said, "It's a pity it's useless. If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time..."
whoosh!
As he spoke, Bestia took a step, and the whole person seemed to float in the air, gliding in the air and rushing towards the man named Aquino, "Since you are already dead, don't come back!"
boom!
The blood lake exploded instantly...
One, two, three...
In this lake of blood, Bestia killed all the people he had killed before.
One hundred and twenty-nine...
Bang!
After Bestia blew the last man's head off, Bestia looked a little tired and was covered in sweat.
"Haha, that's awesome!"
Bestia stood up and said disdainfully: "You summoned all the people I have killed and asked me to kill them again. What? Do you think I will feel guilty about the people I have killed?"
"That's not the case!"
Wang Bing's voice came out from the blood lake, "If you think of this move simply like this, then you have underestimated it. Take your time, Bestia!"
Gulp!
Hot bubbles rose again in the blood lake, and a figure emerged again, but this time it was not someone Bestia recognized...
"Who are you?"
Bestia looked at the oriental-looking old man in front of him and frowned, "I have never seen you before..."
Coo coo coo!
The old man standing opposite did not say a word, but five strange Qi flames emerged from his body. These Qi flames gradually formed five ferocious Yin generals behind the old man.
When the old man's face emerged clearly, it turned out to be Mr. Zhong, whom Wang Bing met in Tengchong that year.
"Eastern witchcraft? They are all the same. Don't underestimate me, Bestia !"
boom!
The violent collision resounded throughout the blood lake again!
After Zhong Li, Zhao Yingquan, Shen Chong, Wu Yao, Chai Yan and others appeared on the stage one after another.
Each of the bloody men has the might of their heyday, but Bestia at this moment is no longer as relaxed as before.
The long-term fight reduced Bestia's physical strength.
As a Nasen Guard, he cannot retreat. He is the king's last barrier. At this time, all the Nasen Guards are fighting, including the substitutes.
However, Wang Bing's moves were too strange, and Bestia tried everything but failed to break through this realm.
This made him think of Joaquina's heaven. Compared to that numb and empty heaven, this bloody hell full of fighting and karma made him feel a little breathless.
Bang!
There was another loud bang, and this time it was no longer the bloody man who was knocked out, but Bestia. Bestia fell to the ground, gasping for breath and trying to stand up.
powerful!
What a strong old man!
This was the first thought in Bestia's mind.
Who on earth was this old man? In front of him, Bestia was slapped away as soon as they met.
tread!
The old man walked slowly towards Bestia, step by step, appearing unusually calm and without any disturbance.
Only when he got closer could people see clearly who the person was.
Zhang Zhiwei!
The current Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu.
This person was actually thrown into the blood lake by Wang Bing. Zhang Zhiwei looked at Bestia who was standing in front of him with a trembling body. He didn't say anything, but slowly raised the skinny hand covered by his robe.
"What a joke!"
boom!
Bestia's eyes began to turn red, like an angry beast, and the god of anger in him also emerged, with an equally ferocious look on his face.
Boom!
There was another loud bang, and at this moment Bestia began to sacrifice her own soul. As the soul burned, both Bestia and the God of Angry behind her, their aura exploded again.
roar!
With a roar from the God of Wrath, tremendous power rushed to his arms and he punched "Zhang Zhiwei" who was standing not far away.
However, facing this fierce punch, "Zhang Zhiwei" did not dodge or evade. He looked up at the punch and gently swung his arm. With a "bang", the so-called god instantly fell apart under Zhang Zhiwei's slap.
Seeing this scene, Wang Bing, who was standing in the shadow, couldn't help but shout, "Old Master is awesome!"
This old man truly deserves to be the combat power ceiling of this world. In the world of extraordinary people, this old man is simply invincible.
That very troublesome God of Angry was only a match for Zhang Zhiwei.
However, as Zhang Zhiwei finished swinging his palm, his body visibly froze, and gradually began to fall apart, turning back into blood and merging into the blood lake.
puff!
At this moment, Bestia finally couldn't help it and spat out a mouthful of blood. His soul was bound to that of the God of Wrath. With the disappearance of the God of Wrath, his soul also suffered a huge impact, especially when he burned his soul as a price, the collateral damage he suffered doubled.
Gulp!
Wang Bing slowly floated up from the lake. He looked at Bestia who was half-kneeling in front of him and said, "Bethia, you are a warrior worthy of respect. It's a pity that we have different positions..."
"Hahaha!"
With her soul deeply wounded, Bestia stood up and said, "You don't need to pity me! Only when one side is completely defeated on the battlefield can the other side be considered victorious. You have run out of tricks, come on, let's have a good fight!"
"As you wish!"
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Wang Bing didn't say much to Bestia. Black and white flames appeared on the Tianyuan Pen and he chopped it directly.
"The roar of the angry god!"
There was another explosion, and Bestia's fist wrapped in colorful energy hit the tip of the Tianyuan Pen in Wang Bing's hand. Then Wang Bing quickly put away his gun and changed his moves in an instant.
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