"Hehehehe... Hehe?"
The Bull-Headed God suddenly found that he was stuck.
The space gate stopped projecting and gradually shrank, and his projection had just come out halfway.
The old man was furious: "Damn it!"
Not only did the faith he sacrificed before go to waste, but his most promising junior was now dying.
The King of Dharma saw this and called out in the LAN: "Retreat!"
The altar and the statue had been destroyed, and there were not many zombies left. The circus could retire.
"Good brother, help me!"
"Only half of the body is left, I really can't pull it, you can solve it yourself."
"Then help me fix it, thank you."
"The wind is tight~"
"..."
The clones fought and retreated, some of the seriously injured or missing arms and legs either exploded or were killed by the clones passing by.
In less than a minute, the clones retreated cleanly, without even a corpse left.
The expression on the old man's face kept changing.
What kind of tricks are these people up to?
They're too cruel to attack their own people!
At the moment the space door closed, the Bull-Headed God pulled half of his body out.
His 100-meter-tall body stood on one leg on the ground, and the left half of his body was neatly cut off from the shoulder.
"How did the place of faith of the God of War become so smoky?"
The Bull-Headed God looked around, looking down at everything in the world.
The stone in the distance trembled: "The power projection of the strange god!"
"What the hell is the old thing, the high priest, doing!"
It moved its body uneasily and drilled into the ground with force.
The blonde sister commanded the surviving Temple Army to move closer to her.
She gritted her teeth and made a decision in her heart.
No matter what, the evil god must not be allowed to obtain the source of the God of War, even if everyone's lives are sacrificed.
The warriors of various races panicked, and many of them didn't know about the evil god.
But judging from the aura and pressure emanating from the Bull-Headed God, the old bull is definitely not a good thing.
Taoist Miao stopped fighting with Qin Ze, and he rushed to the Bull-Headed God as soon as possible.
The hatred for the evil god is engraved in the source of the God of War.
Therefore, Taoist Miao put the Bull-Headed God at the top of the priority list.
Taoist Miao pulled out a harsh sonic boom in the air.
A straight "fire line" broke out on the ground, and the warriors and wandering corpses along the way instantly exploded.
Brother One-legged Niu was amazed when he saw this: "Isn't this the God of War?"
"I haven't seen it for ten thousand years, and only the source of God is left?"
Boom——
Countless dazzling sun fires broke out in Taoist Miao's body, covering the Bull-Headed God with firepower from all directions.
A series of sparks bloomed on the Bull-Headed God, but did not cause any substantial damage to it.
The surrounding souls condensed into thick chains, crisscrossing and weaving into a huge spider web, tightly entangling Miao Daoist.
"Squeak"
The mark between Miao Daoist's eyebrows blossomed, and then turned into a golden crow with wings, tearing the chains that bound him.
He just wanted to break free, and the devil's claws as big as a hill slammed down heavily, smashing him to the ground.
Bang bang bang bang --
The Bull-Headed God's single leg stepped on Miao Daoist one after another, and the whole world was shaking.
"Although it is only a tiny projection of power, many powers cannot be exerted, but it is enough to deal with you."
The blonde sister led the Temple Army to approach Miao Daoist, but there were too many wandering corpses on the way.
Wandering corpses, once they form a certain scale, are more troublesome than the beast tide.
The blonde said anxiously: "Hold on."
Bang --
A pillar of fire shot up into the sky and pierced through the Bull-Headed God's feet.
Taoist Miao used a "rocket headbutt" to hit the bull's chest fiercely.
"Ban!"
The bull grinned, and countless faint black threads appeared around him instantly.
The black threads wrapped around Taoist Miao's body and began to shrink continuously.
Taoist Miao kept struggling, but the harder he struggled, the tighter the black threads shrank.
The bull raised his one arm, and the other end of the black thread was connected to his palm.
Taoist Miao was like a puppet, firmly controlled by him.
"Interesting!"
"It's really interesting!"
"I didn't expect that the God of War would struggle to survive in my hand like an ant one day."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.
Although only half of it was projected, fortunately the main god's power was so strong that he could still firmly control the situation.
Qin Ze sat on the ruins of the altar, looking at the melon from a distance.
The high priest was bleeding from all seven orifices, leaning against the ruins, like a rag.
He was no longer the strong man he had been before, but had become extremely skinny and lifeless.
"You... won't save him?"
The high priest was dying, and even speaking a word took all his strength.Qin Ze turned his back to him: "Don't worry, wait a little longer."
The high priest looked at Qin Ze's back and said: "You are not his follower, and your relationship does not seem to be that close."
Qin Ze said lightly: "I said we met by chance, do you believe it?"
The high priest nodded.
Qin Ze smiled and said: "This is the first time someone believes my truth."
The high priest looked at Miao Taoist who was struggling under the hands of Niutou in the distance, and a sense of sadness rose in his heart.
"If the Sun God knew that this would be the result ten thousand years later, I wonder what he would feel in his heart."
"I'm dying, can you satisfy the curiosity of a dying person?"
Qin Ze replied: "Tell me."
The high priest slowed down his breathing and asked in a deep voice: "Where does your source of God come from?"
Qin Ze told the truth: "Star Gate."
Hearing this, the high priest's pupils dilated for a moment, and then shrank back.
"Is it really related to the Star Gate..."
Neither of them said anything, and they all watched the "drama" in the distance silently.
Niu Tou's laughter, Miao Daoist's painful groan, the roar of the blonde sister, the roar of the wandering corpse...
They seemed to be outsiders, and all the noise around them had nothing to do with them.
Miao Daoist's body was about to be torn by the black silk, and the high priest asked: "Why don't you intervene?"
Qin Ze patted his butt and stood up: "It's time to do it."
"No matter when, helping others in times of need is more deeply rooted in people's hearts than adding icing on the cake."
As soon as he finished speaking, golden divine light burst out, and Qin Ze unfolded his beast form.
A six-armed giant more than a hundred meters tall rose from the ground in an instant.
Divine patterns crisscrossed on his body, blue flames burned in the surrounding void, and thunder dragons roared at his shoulders.
The expression on the high priest's face was extremely wonderful. He stared and muttered to himself: "So... is this your divine body?"
Blue flames surged from Qin Ze's feet and swallowed the high priest in an instant.
"How enviable..."
His shriveled body melted quickly, leaving only a shallow mark on the ground.
Qin Ze picked up Miss Jian Xia: "Are you ready?"
Miss Jian Xia answered firmly: "Ready!"
"Then let's go." Qin Ze held Miss Jian Xia and shuttled through the void: "The leading man always has to appear last!"