Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Chapter 492 Goodbye Baji!

Wei Qing is dead?

No, not yet!

In the golden light, Wei Qing, whose bones were melting, was raising his head with difficulty.

In his eye sockets, the eyeballs have already been melted by the golden light, and two pools of golden water are flowing down from the eye sockets.

However, when these golden rays wanted to go one step further and completely melt Wei Qing's entire body,

A large amount of white aura emerged from the seven most critical acupoints in Wei Qing's body!

The melted flesh, flesh and bones were restored in an instant, and he still kept moving forward.

Caught off guard, the Pope's body was hit again and turned into white wax again.

"Li Shutong's Baji Fist?" The Pope saw Wei Qing's method, and his tone was surprised for the first time, "You actually practiced the Baji Fist to the seventh level?"

Even though he was as talented as Li Shutong, he only broke through to Baji before his death and truly perfected Bajiquan.

The seventh urgency is an almost impossible level to reach.

The Great Xia Lingqi Master in front of me, who doesn't look young, but is definitely not old either, can actually break through the Seventh Level? !

This is why the Pope was surprised.

With his Qiji fully opened, endless vitality surged out from the seven acupoints, repairing Wei Qing's vitality that had been melted by the golden light, allowing him to walk out despite the golden light of the King's Power Orb!

At this moment, Wei Qing's whole body was filled with white energy, and his skin was as red as freshly baked.

The Seven Urgent Locks are consuming your life force all the time.

Wei Qing understood this, so he did not hesitate. When the Pope re-condensed the white wax and transformed from the white wax into his true body, he attacked again!

The blood-red fists, covered with the same blood-red gloves, were as dense as raindrops.

Bang bang bang!

A dull crashing sound was heard.

The Pope did not panic at all, and raised his right hand holding the papal scepter again.

In just a few breaths, the Pope's Scepter and the Bloody Gauntlet completed thousands of fights.

After the King's Power Orb briefly "closed its eyes", it opened its eyes again, and the second round of golden light shone over again!

This is the method and offensive rhythm that a ninth-level peak powerhouse should have.

In terms of attack, there is the Orb of Royal Power that instantly kills everything with golden light; in terms of defense, there is an airtight defense within the range of "one stick"; in terms of survival, there is the life-saving skill worn on the head that can turn into white wax to avoid fatal blows.

You can attack when you advance, you can defend when you retreat, you are invulnerable!

"Lost lamb, it's time to go back to where you came from."

As the Pope spoke, the golden scepter struck out and knocked Wei Qing away.

His hands were open, as if he wanted to hug Wei Qing.

The old magician smiled, the orb of royal power fell back to his left hand, the papal scepter was held in his right hand, and the gemstone crown was on top of his head.

The aura belonging to the Pope reached its peak at this moment.

The entire mountain path disappeared.

In Wei Qing's eyes, only the pope's figure remained, and an old church rising behind him!

The walls of the old church are mottled and dark yellow, the broken glass windows reveal a faint light, and the round bell hanging on the top of the church rotates exactly to the direction of twelve o'clock.

Clang, clang, clang!

The bells of the old church rang.

The pope, who had put on three ninth-level props, walked into the church and sat on the golden-red throne in the center of the church.

Wei Qing could only watch this scene.

He was suppressed by invisible forces and could not move.

When the Pope sat on his throne, surging golden light burst out from inside the church, flooding everything through the broken windows, and also flooded Wei Qing's sight.

……

"I didn't expect that you could even invite the Pope."

Lin Jingxuan saw this scene through Hetu Luoshu. He temporarily withdrew his gaze and said.

On the opposite side, the pages of the Knight's Code continued to turn.

"As long as you give the right price, there's nothing you can't do."

"There is something wrong with his condition." Lin Jingxuan said lightly.

As a chess player, you must be calm and calm.

Whether Wei Qing dies or not, Lin Jingxuan's mood cannot fluctuate in any way. What's more, who says he will definitely die?

"The Pope is a ninth-level peak person. It takes so much effort to kill an eighth-level peak person."

"He is no longer in his prime and has health problems. No wonder he has been hiding for so many years and is unwilling to appear in the public eye."

With Lin Jingxuan's current level and vision, he could see the problem at a glance.

If he was the Pope in his heyday, how could he have fought with Wei Qing for so long? He should have fused three ninth-level items immediately, summoned the phantom of the Holy See, and suppressed it directly!

He didn't do that, which was a problem in itself.

The knight's code on the opposite side fell silent.

After a while, new text appeared: "As long as it can kill the opponent."

"Really killed?"

The scene returns to the mountain road.

Wei Qing's figure has been completely swallowed up by the Pope's old church, and the holy light blooms from it, eradicating all evil.

No problem till here.

But the next second, the mechanical sound of the ancient church bell was suddenly mixed with some discordant sounds.

That's the heartbeat!

Puff, puff!

The increasingly powerful heartbeat covered up the sound of the mechanical clock.

In the church that was originally blooming with golden holy light, a flash of red suddenly appeared.

The church door was opened.

The door is still golden, but on the ground, there is gurgling red blood flowing out from the door!

At this time, you can hear other sounds besides the heartbeat.

It seemed to be a hoarse and crazy male voice.

"Eight Urgent Locks, open!"

boom!

boom!

boom!

The entire old church was like an old dilapidated building that could no longer withstand the abuse and was suddenly expanded several times from the inside.

Shrouded in golden holy light, it shrank back to its original size, but the next second, it was expanded again!

Finally, after several pulls, it gave up the struggle and allowed itself to be stretched until it was too big.

With a bang, the old church shattered into countless pieces.

A bloody figure appeared in the holy light.

The blood flames twisted in the light and shadow, wrapping an unclear outline.

He was like a demon in hell, walking step by step from the light and shadow.

Wei Qing reached the peak of the eighth level and challenged the ninth level. He was on the edge of the knife all the time, especially in the end, when he finally found his own opportunity to break through.

Between life and death! Ninth level! Eight urgent!

Opposite him, the breathless pope held his scepter with his hand and looked pale.

It seemed that the explosion of the phantom of the old church had a huge backlash on him.

He raised his head and looked in the distance in the sky, in the direction of the Knight's Code.

"Don't forget the promise you made to me."

As he spoke, a drop of blood appeared in the Pope's hand.

That was the blood from Wei Qing's previous puncture wound!

Now that he was held in the Pope's hand, his face became even paler.

"Goodbye, lost lamb."

"rest in peace."

He crushed the drop of blood.

Wei Qing, who was in a state of extreme tyranny, seemed to have been forcibly cut off from the source of the blood evil, and his breath suddenly stopped!

(End of this chapter)