Uchiha's Taishu Supreme

Chapter 208 The So-Called Evil God

The pattern made of blood on the ground is now emitting a strange dark red light, and seems to be very satisfied with Fan Ma in the center of the pattern.

The bloodstains that were originally dried up jumped up from the ground as if inspired by some mysterious force, forming mysterious and simple symbols in midair.

The weather was originally clear and dry, but with the ceremony of the Church of the Evil God, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a strong wind hung in the dense forest, blowing the trees tens of meters high to hum.

"It's a success, it's finally a success! My old lady, you can finally be resurrected, I want to kill you!"

With trembling hands, the priest of the evil god sect knelt down on the ground and shouted loudly to the sky full of dark clouds: "After more than ten years of hard work, I finally succeeded. Wait for me for a while, and it will be done in a while!"

And the members of those sects also muttered excitedly to themselves.

Fan Ma silently listened to the whispers of these believers, and with his ear strength, he could hear their whispers clearly.

"Resurrection, immortality, killing, worshiping evil gods..."

Fan Ma shook his head. Although there are many members of these sects, these are the key words in general.

Among them, some are plagued by disease and yearn for eternal life, some want to resurrect their lover or friend just like the old priest, and some just want to simply gain power and satisfy their inner desire to kill. Brainwashed fool.

"Buzzing..."

At this moment, those symbols formed by the blood of the believers quickly condensed together, forming strange blood cells one by one, and rushed towards Fan Ma quickly.

"Don't be nervous, it's a gift from Lord Cthulhu, let go of your body and mind to accept him!"

Seeing that Fan Ma narrowed his eyes and seemed to be silent, the old priest pursed his lips, and took out his knife again to chop at himself.

This time, it was his stomach.

This knife stabbed extremely violently, as if the knife had cut open his artery, and streams of blood spurted out in the form of jets.

"Believers, it's time to prove our loyalty to Lord Evil God!" Even though he lost a lot of blood, the old priest still shouted loudly, but his voice seemed a little weak due to a lot of blood loss, but his face was still ruddy.

It seems that this is a fatal injury for ordinary people or most ninjas, but it is still bearable for him.

Seeing this, Fan Ma's perception locked on the priest, probing his vitality.

Sure enough, this unattractive old man has a more abundant life than Hatake Sakumo, and his whole body is like a blazing furnace.

"Understood, my lord priest!"

As the old priest took the lead, the cult believers around him also gritted their teeth and slashed themselves in brutal ways, spilling as much blood as possible in their bodies, and strengthening the momentum of this mysterious ceremony.

With the addition of these fresh blood, the speed of the ceremony became faster, and the blood turned into countless overwhelming blood cells, covering Fan Ma's north, south, east, and west.

But Fan Ma still didn't move. At this moment, he was waiting for the real evil god.

"coming!"

When these blood cells were only a few meters away from Fan Ma, a huge and filthy spiritual power roared out from the large formation of the ceremony, leading these blood cells to rush towards Fan Ma crazily, as if a hunting dog saw the world The most delicious meat.

"Ah…"

Fan Ma finally moved. The distance of a few meters is an unavoidable space for others, but for him, it is a leisurely walk.

Fan Ma's figure flickered, and he rushed to the old priest's back very quickly, and then he spat out his palm, calculated the speed and distance of the blood cell, and hit him right into the formation.

"Stab la la la..."

The old priest was thrown into the formation by Fan Ma's palm like a cannonball, replacing Fan Ma's original position, and was immediately swallowed up by blood cells overwhelming the sky, making a tragic howl, with burning sounds on his skin.

The blood flowing from the believers' bodies seems to be highly corrosive.

"You bastard who is disloyal to the evil god! You...you...you!"

Under Fan Ma's control, the blood cell and that powerful spiritual force suddenly entered the body of the priest sent by the evil god, and completed the evil ceremony on his behalf.

Fan Ma leisurely watched the ceremony that was running fast, where the old priest's body had long been fused with dark red blood cells, and that filthy spirit seemed to have entered into it, transforming his body.

"You...you...what did you do?" Beside Fan Ma, Fei Mei no longer had that indifferent look, but a look of horror, and said to Fan Ma tremblingly:
"You just wasted the chance of eternal life like this?! You even threw Lord Priest into it. Do you know that his fragile body cannot pass the test of Lord Evil God!"

"Also, Fan Ma... You bastard, didn't you say you're not good at fighting? You lied to me!"

"Can't you? As a priest of your sect, shouldn't you lead the way?"

Fan Ma rolled up Feimei's exquisite short white hair, patted her head gently, and said softly: "I really don't know how the brains of you sect members grow? Don't you know that there are some things that men just say casually?" Did you talk about it?"

"Don't worry, this is just a ceremony, don't be nervous."

Fan Ma returned what Fei Mei had told him, and then stared at the evil priest who was undergoing a mutation with a serious expression.

In his perception, although the spiritual power coming from the ceremony cannot be said to be very strong, the aura is exceptionally weird. Fan Ma has never seen a similar aura in the ninja world.

"Master Cthulhu! Lord Cthulhu! Please have mercy on me, my blood and flesh are not enough to engrave your strength! I still have my old woman waiting for me, please have mercy on me!" Hearing the wailing of the priest, it seemed that he was overwhelmed and on the verge of collapse.

The priest of the evil god, who had an ominous atmosphere before, also turned into an ordinary old man, pleading bitterly to his so-called "God".

However, the many crimson blood cells did not respond at all, they were still beating violently, as if they were constantly squeezing the potential of the old priest in the blood.

Seeing this, the believers of the evil god sect knelt down neatly on the ground, chanting prayers, as if they were cheering for the old priest.

"Tsk... What if he can't make it through?" Fan Ma frowned, kicked Fei Mei who was kneeling on the ground, and asked a little irritably.

In his perception, although the old priest's vitality became stronger and stronger, his aura dropped sharply.

"Of course it will fail! It will even lead to the punishment of Lord Evil God!" Fei Mei said without thinking, then looked at the huge blood cells in the formation full of worry, and said slowly:
"If you want to pass the trial of Lord Heretic God and become the spokesperson of Lord Heretic God, you must have a strong physique, so that you can use the most primitive way to "purify" the living beings after receiving the favor of Lord Heretic God, and wash away all the pain. Gather it into the soul, and finally dedicate it to Lord Cthulhu! "

Hearing this, Fan Ma thought about it. The so-called "purification of living beings in the most primitive way" refers to killing life together in the same way as Fei Duan.

So bringing the pain into the soul, that is, the so-called evil god, will eventually involve the ability of the soul system?
No matter what this evil god wants the soul to do, Fan Ma only knows that it has something to do with the soul!
"Okay... that's great... I'm really afraid of where you came from. As long as it can involve the soul, then we have to sit down and have a good talk today."

Fan Ma murmured to himself excitedly, while Fei Mei who was at the side heard Fan Ma's words, and was about to angrily reprimand this reckless man who disrespected the evil god, but was too shocked to speak.

From her perspective, Fan Ma at this time seemed to be condensed with a terrifying blood beast, with six large black wings full of barbs on his back, just like the demon described in ancient murals.

"This guy... who is it?" Fei Mei lowered her head and knelt down on the ground, but she stopped reciting the prayers of the evil god sect, her heart was in a mess.

Fan Ma raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were full of black fire, he stared at the huge blood cell in the sky, and quickly analyzed the principle behind it.

From his point of view, these bloods are coordinating with that spiritual force, constantly eroding the original flesh and blood of the evil god priest, injecting a steady stream of vitality into it.

And that filthy evil spirit was also wandering around Xueqiu's body, but it looked anthropomorphically in Fan Ma's direction with resentment.

"That is to say... this so-called ceremony is to use the power of the evil god to recast flesh and blood, so as to endow the subject with extraordinary characteristics..."

"No wonder, these believers are looking for those strong ninjas everywhere. If the flesh and blood are not strong enough, they will not be able to withstand the pressure of this kind of recasting. And the evil god seems to require these believers to use that ritual to kill the enemy. The so-called original, It’s physical arts, and it requires more physical strength…”

"Understood, old man, let me help you."

Fan Ma looked at Fei Mei who was on the side, shook his head, picked up a member of the evil god sect from her second row, and whispered: "Now, it's time for you to sacrifice yourself."

"Pfft!"

Fan Ma tore it apart with his big hand, and the man didn't seem to realize what happened, and was torn in half by Fan Ma's berserk force.

Immediately with Fan Ma's palm pushing, the pieces of meat and blood broke through the restriction of the formation, and were forcibly poured into the blood cells by Fan Ma's strength.

And as these flesh and blood entered the blood cells, part of the power of the blood cells was shared among the new flesh and blood, and the priest's wailing was also significantly reduced.

"Old man... Isn't your flesh and blood strength not high enough? If you don't have enough strength, then I'll help you make up the amount..."

Seeing this, Fan Ma nodded. It seems that his guess was relatively accurate.

"No, this is not pious! According to the sect's classics, the ceremony of Lord Evil God can only be undertaken by the strongest believers!" Fan Ma's actions disturbed the worshipers who were kneeling on the ground.

And these so-called pious believers also stopped praying at this time, and stood up in panic, some were ready to fight, and some were already ready to run away.

"Don't do this, Lord Cthulhu will send divine punishment. This is blasphemy to Lord Cthulhu!" After Fan Ma easily tore apart the second believer, the fighting power he displayed made these believers collapse and panic. fled up.

"Don't run away...you are the faithful believers of the evil god...It's just to sacrifice some flesh and blood, isn't it what you are willing to do?"

Fan Ma raised his hands high, and big hands made of countless blood energy stretched out from his back, swept across the ground, caught these fleeing believers together, and then slammed them on the ground heavily.

"These... You should have enough, right?"

As the flesh and blood of hundreds of believers replenished the blood cells, the flesh and blood of the old priest was finally no longer overwhelmed, and he got a little respite.

And Fei Mei, who was kneeling at Fan Ma's feet, was dumbfounded at this moment.

This is not a fitness man who is not good at fighting, this is clearly a devil who came out of hell, and he is here to trouble Mr. Cthulhu!
"This is a battle of the gods...I just want to stay young forever and get a body that won't age. Why do I get involved in this kind of struggle?"

Fei Mei shed two lines of tears. She never thought that why would she meet another living evil god when she went out to eat takoyaki and drink cold beer?
Disputes between you evil gods, don't involve believers?Doesn't this grown-up know?Believers will not pay for the actions of evil gods!
"Ah... did I forget about you?" Fan Ma turned his head, looked at Fei Mei who was kneeling on the ground, and said slowly: "Actually, you are quite beautiful, my one is yellow-haired, I personally prefer it Yu Baimao..."

"My lord, I can do it. I can serve you. My body is very good..." Seeing this, Fei Mei hurriedly wanted to show her figure, but she saw Fan Ma's cold face.

"you…"

"Pfft..."

Fan Ma shook his head and sighed: "Since you and I have clinked glasses, I will give you a happy one."

Immediately, Fan Ma fell in love with the moon in the sky. Even though there were dark clouds in the sky, this moon in the ninja world still exuded an extraordinarily bright and clear moonlight, which was extraordinarily moving.

"If it's Baimao, then why didn't you choose Kaguya Hime, but a cultist like you..."

Fan Ma blinked, and recalled a few Uchiha clan women who secretly courted him, and some of them had better figures than Feimei.

With Fan Ma's identity and appearance, if you want to spread your blood, this is no longer an easy matter. Even Danzo has to pinch his nose to tie the village flower of the Shimura clan to the big Uchiha clan. the door.

It's just that for Fan Ma, he prefers evenly matched opponents, rather than simply enjoying the boring sense of conquest.

Looking for flowers and asking Liu, when he first debuted in the ninja world, he was already a master of "Goulan Tingqu" in the capitals of major countries.

As for the so-called sense of conquest, for Fan Ma, he is looking forward to the Immortal of the Six Paths respectfully calling him "Fan Ma's old father", or punching him in the eye socket.

"Tsk... It's really useless, this old priest, can't you survive this?"

In the increasingly large blood cells, although the physical bodies of these believers helped the original flesh and blood of the old priest to share a lot of pressure, his spirit unexpectedly weakened.

But what Fan Ma didn't know was that the template for this ceremony was the villain's spiritual power that the evil god took a fancy to Fan Ma's physical body as a benchmark, and it was much more violent than the Fei Duan in the original time and space.

According to Fei Duan's standards, with Fan Ma's help, the old priest could easily pass the ceremony and successfully become the spokesperson of the evil god in the ninja world.

"Hey... your old lady, aren't you still saving her? Priest old man, if you can't get over this step, I'll help your old woman get over it, right?"

Fan Ma's voice was very loud, and as soon as his words came out, the flesh and blood of the human form gradually solidified, and one of them was beating violently, as if awakened.

"Effective..." Seeing this, Fan Ma stared at another piece of familiar flesh and said loudly:

"Fei Mei, do you hate me? After eating takoyaki and drinking beer, you became a plaything of the evil god. Don't you want to face me again for revenge? I'll wait for you right here!"

Among the flesh and blood, Fei Mei's blurred face was condensed in the outer part, looking at Fan Ma with great resentment.

"And those cultists who were killed by me, at this moment, you all have the chance to live forever... Please continue to work hard!"

Fan Ma's voice seemed to carry the same magical power, and with the blessing of Tongli, he sent his most sincere encouragement to these creatures!

But at this moment, in the flesh and blood, hundreds of faces came alive, biting each other unexpectedly, bursting out with terrifying vitality, as if they were fighting for the final dominance.

Time passed slowly, faces gradually disappeared one after another, flesh and blood continued to blend together, and finally, the old priest swallowed the unwilling Fei Mei in a sneak attack and became the final winner!

The huge flesh and blood were rapidly reorganized, the essence of the blood cell and the filthy spiritual force merged together, and an extremely filthy aura erupted!
"Oh? This kind of power and aura, why do I feel that the flying section of the original time and space doesn't seem to be of this level?"

Looking at the very burly and strong priest in front of him, Fan Ma looked at his new body with great interest.

"You damn bastard... However, I am also very grateful for your ignorance, allowing many believers to bear the favor of Lord Cthulhu for me, and finally chose me to become his spokesperson!"

The priest clenched his fists intoxicated and sniffed his arms frantically, as if he was experiencing the infinite vitality contained in this body.

At this moment, he felt that he could punch through a hill with one punch!
"Okay, okay... For a heretic like you who disturbed the Lord Heretic God's coming, I must use your most violent pain to wash my soul, in order to be worthy of the stalwart existence of Lord Heretic God!"

The priest roared angrily, baring Senhan's teeth, and punched through a giant tree tens of meters high, and took out a bloody three-hooked sickle that was very exaggerated and about three meters long from the trunk.

This hook sickle was carefully made by the priest, mixed with a lot of metals that are very expensive in the ninja world, and spared no effort to create the ultimate sharpness.

Moreover, it also ingeniously designed a shape with three blades, in order to expand its attack range when facing the enemy, and to stain the enemy's blood as much as possible.

"This weapon may have been used by you, but now, use it to bleed you!"

The priest exploded in size, wielding this special scythe, and the veins on his arms popped out, as if he wanted to make a contribution with one blow!
"I didn't say that your sect is really abstract..." Fan Ma looked puzzled at the priest rushing towards him in front of him, easily caught the scythe with his bare hands, and said with a sigh:

"This evil god seems to have the ability of the soul system, and it also gave you the ability to recast the body. It is probably a strange existence that practices the way of magic...

"You bastard!" Looking at the gap on Fan Ma's hook, the priest stared at Fan Ma's palm in shock, and said in disbelief, "Are you also the spokesperson of Lord Evil God?"

The priest didn't take Fan Ma's complaints about the evil god to heart, as long as his sickle cut through Fan Ma's palm and got blood, then everything would be over!
But now, this situation had to make him suspect that this might be an accident between the old spokesperson of the evil god and him, the "backward spokesperson".

The more the priest thought about it, the more reasonable it became. If Fan Ma wasn't the spokesperson of the evil god, why did he help him in the ceremony just now?

"You too…"

Looking at the priest's puzzled face, Fan Ma didn't say anything, but strode straight up, grabbed his face, and then slammed it hard on the ground, sending up dust all over the sky.

In this accidental enhancement, Fan Ma believes that the priest will definitely obtain a body that is more powerful than the original Hiduan.

If it wasn't him, then there would be another disgusting person in the ninja world.

Hiduan's physical strength, or physical strength, is enough to tie with ordinary Jonin, and this is not counting the bonuses of "Death Si Ping Xue" and "Immortal Body".

According to Fan Ma's estimation, if the priest was an intelligence agent, many shadow-level powerhouses might also fall under his insidious ability.

"Let me see... Immortal body, right? Death depends on blood, right? I'm actually more proficient in your business than you..."

Fan Ma turned his palm into a knife, and once again entered the devil-like "gluttonous form", with a black fire in his palm, destroying the priest's limbs.

Then, Fan Ma flicked his tough nails, slightly reduced the defense at the epidermis, took out a drop of blood, and bounced it to his face.

"Come on, let me see your ability... If I am satisfied, I will send a message to Lord Cthulhu to give you even stronger power..."

Fan Ma looked directly into the eyes of the priest, and the Gouyu in Shulunyan slowly turned, stimulating the greed in his heart.

"Okay...okay, you bastard, when I see Mr. Cthulhu, I will definitely sue you!"

The priest licked the corner of his mouth, and his whole body gradually turned into a weird black and white, apparently entering the same state as Hiduan!
Seeing this, Fan Ma smiled, and cooperatively dipped his fingers in the blood on the ground, and drew a pattern of a sect...

　Riwan, done!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)