Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 225: God John Wick, acting with divine powers!
'I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of heaven and earth.'

'I believe in Jesus Christ, the only begotten Son of God, our Lord, who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary...'

Before people arrive, the sound comes first.

Once the Qi situation that trapped Wang Yi was solved, the secret plan that the sorcerer Wuxiang had laid out began to take effect. Twelve nuns and a priest all recited the contents of the Bible. Their voices were loud and sacred, and they transformed into visual symbols that attacked Wang Yi.

Obviously, they had been warned in advance by the warlock Wuxiang that they should not try to get close to Wang Yi, but should attack from a distance as much as possible before the opponent reaches them.

This is a dilemma that the sorcerer Wuxiang set specifically for Wang Yi.

Through last night's fight, he understood that this young man was not a normal practitioner at all!

Which cultivator of this age would have so many deadly moves? Moreover, his life cultivation is so profound that it is even more outrageous than some of the leaders of major sects in his memory. He has benefited from the buffs of the United States' national destiny, which is why he has the confidence he has today.

It can be said that as long as it is the United States mainland or its colonies, even within the concessions, it is a place where national destiny can bless it. He can use his magic however he wants as long as the national destiny buff is still there.

As a result, in the big battle last night, he seemed to be at ease, but his heart was bleeding.

Just like Wang Yi said, after he finished fighting, he would just take a rest for a night. What about you? How much national luck do you have left to use up?

Remember your identity, you are a cow and a horse working for the American boss! Not a partner!
The salary your boss gives you every year is fixed. Don’t think about what your boss can give you, but think about what you can bring to your boss.

Once he lost the buff of the American destiny, although he was not like those sorcerers who were directly linked to the national destiny and died directly, his descendants were cut off and his inheritance was destroyed.

But the cultivation that he had worked so hard to obtain no longer belonged to him. At an age of over 100, he had lost all his cultivation. In the United States, you can imagine how miserable the ending would be.

Therefore, it is imperative to annex the Behemoth Group and the emerging Continental Hotel. He does not expect the people he sends out to be able to subdue Wang Yi, he just needs to buy him more time.

As long as his national fortune buff is replenished, he can defeat even ten kings in front of him.

He still has this confidence, and it is not without precedent. For example, our model worker and Prime Minister Zhuge Wuhou of the Han Dynasty was so erudite and talented that he was only one step away from becoming a master and could cross that distance at any time, but he turned back.

Using the power of one continent to fight against the nine continents of Wei, the pedantic scholar finally lost to the ownerless national destiny.

How can your king, who is so powerful, compare with Zhuge Wuhou? Zhuge Wuhou couldn't defeat the Wei Dynasty that occupied the nine states, so how could you defeat me, a cow and horse working for the United States?
So he carefully selected these thirteen people and used their best brainwashing method to trap Wang Yi until he completed the initial annexation of the Behemoth Group and the Continental Hotel.

The Bible read by these clergymen carried some kind of magic and went straight into Wang Yi's mind, just like what happened to him last time when he was troubled by the feudal remnants of King Hong hidden in his divine incarnation John Wick.

But he was just a remnant, not Hong Tianwang himself, and he forced himself into the inner scene that only sorcerers could enter, but was killed by Wang Yi's self-destructive future.

This time it was not the case. The opponent's move was purely a mental attack. In the information about the alien circle that Wang Yi knew, he only knew of one, the Hehua Zizai Tianmo Curse, which was a spiritual secret method that ignored the difference in cultivation.

It was used three times in total. The first two times were used by Wu Gensheng, the leader of Quanxing Sect. The first time was used against Liang Ting who had already fallen into depravity. It didn't work, but that was because the opponent had already sunk into the hell of endless suffering.

Once it was in the Tongtian Valley in the Qinling Mountains. Wu Gensheng recited it in a joking manner to the thirty-five sworn brothers and sisters who wanted to test their state of mind at that time.

Well, the effect was outstanding. The thirty-five sworn brothers and sisters were sweating and panting before they even finished chanting the sutras and mantras. Some of them were not in the right state of mind and fainted.

The third time was on Nasen Island, an isolated island of aliens overseas. It was recited to Ruan Feng, who mastered one of the Eight Great Skills, the Six-Storey Immortal Thief. Although he was born with a disadvantage in terms of mental cultivation, he was over a hundred years old at that time and could not handle it.

Wang Yi, who was also hit by a similar mental attack at this time, felt equally uncomfortable. This was much more severe than the feudal remnant of Hong Tianwang. Moreover, both he and his opponent had not entered the inner scene. He could not use the prophet's killing move to counterattack and could only be forced to accept it.

The sound was like a huge bell, constantly ringing in Wang Yi's head, making him upset and ferocious.

These voices wanted Wang Yi to agree with the Protestant doctrines and everything in the Bible, and slowly change his cognition.

"Recite, recite, recite. If you like to recite so much, you should also listen to what I recite!"

Wang Yi, who was already upset by a mental attack before he could make a move, was also furious. He put his left hand fingers together to form a sword and pointed at his forehead to ensure that his mind was clear. He opened the five fingers of his right hand and swung them towards the group of priests and nuns who were distancing themselves from him.

Magnetic field martial arts·Radio dream!
It’s just a mental attack. I can do it too!

But Wang Yi’s mental attack is different from the brainwashing of these religious believers. His is dirtier.

Because he directly transformed the dirty deeds of American Protestantism into images and played them on a loop in the minds of these believers.

And it is only effective for believers like them who have absolute faith in their own doctrines.

The Dream Entering Falun Dafa linked to the other party's brain waves for less than three seconds, and the sound of chanting in Wang Yi's mind disappeared. On the contrary, the expressions on the faces of the thirteen clergymen who read the Bible to him were wonderful.

The twelve nuns holding crosses looked at the young priest in the lead with horror, shouting, "Damn it! Get out of that little boy's body!"

"No, I didn't do it! Why are you blushing?"

The young priest who was in the lead was speechless. While the nuns were blaming the priest, they also looked at each other's lustful faces and realized that something was wrong.

By the time I reacted, I only heard Wang Yi laughing, his voice full of sarcasm.

But before they could glare at him and prepare to adopt plan B, Wang Yi's figure disappeared from their sight.

Then there was a crisp sound, and a nun's head exploded like a watermelon, leaving a headless female corpse.

His speed was so fast that they didn't even have time to react. After killing a nun with one punch, he swung his left hand and the sword energy formed a net that covered the other clergymen.

This time they did react, but they still paid the price of two nuns being chopped into pieces by Wang Yi.

The expressions of fear on their faces did not fade away. These clergymen affiliated with the Ant Nest were so naive that they thought Wang Yi would greet them before attacking them, or they could not believe that Wang Yi dared to kill them.

But it was too late. Their mental attacks had no effect on Wang Yi, and when Wang Yi got close to them, the outcome was already determined.

The magnetic field's true energy was like a giant net that accurately captured every clergyman who wanted to distance himself from it with just a swipe of five fingers.

Five invisible sword energies of increased strength and thickness slashed out along the trajectory of the five outstretched fingers, evenly dividing the remaining nine clergymen into six equal pieces of meat.

They were scattered all over the ground without even putting up a decent resistance. Wang Yi did not look at his masterpiece, but began to sense the connection between himself and the god's incarnation, John Wick.

Warlock Wuxiang is difficult to deal with. He relied on Kari's national luck to create a formation that can confuse his five senses. As for how to confuse his five senses, I think it has something to do with the ice prisms that reflected Warlock Wuxiang's figure in the formation just now. Using this as a medium, he moved himself from New York to this wilderness through the ground veins without anyone noticing, and asked the good guys to ambush him here.

But he only had so much national fortune in his card, so he dared not overdraw and had to spend every penny carefully.

Therefore, if it is transported through the underground veins, it can only be moved within New York State. If it is moved too far, he will be in trouble.

Relying on the connection between himself and John Wick, the incarnation of the god, Wang Yi's face changed.

"Buffalo? Those damn kryptonians are really willing to spend money!"

After cursing the luck-flowing sorcerer for being unreasonable, Wang Yi also prepared to transform into a golden light and hurry on his way. This time he didn't care whether he would attract attention or not. If he ran slower, he would get lost.

But at this moment, behind Wang Yi, among the corpses that he had cut into pieces, streams of pure white, thick Qi flowed out from these corpses and slowly gathered together. A tall figure also emerged behind Wang Yi and stabbed Wang Yi in the back without any greeting.

The sword blade was blocked by the invisible aura that Wang Yi released, and was only one meter away from Wang Yi's back.

Wang turned his head and looked at the attacker behind him. He had a neutral face that was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman. In one hand he held a scale representing justice, and in the other he held a long sword. Two pairs of wings fluttered behind him.

He spoke obscure old English, but it was automatically translated into Chinese in Wang Yi's mind: Heretic! Kill him!

"Okay, okay, I didn't expect you guys, the followers of God, to have this kind of gameplay. The second stage of the boss battle, right? I really don't understand how Behemoth defeated you in the 20th century."

He naturally knew this method of pretending to be a god. It was a method used by those who advocated the method of pretending to be a god. The main body of these plays depended on people. Without this thing, people were like trees without roots, which would fall apart at any time.

I didn't expect that these Western believers would do the opposite and rebel against Tiangang.

With five fingers spread out, the invisible magnetic field Qi transformed into a big hand, and it reached out to grab the angel in front of it, which was mechanically operated and composed of the Qi of faith of all living beings.

Under Wang Yi's invisible big hand, this angel was like a chick.
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On the other hand, while Wang Yi was speeding up the process of dealing with the angel who had entered the second stage, in New York, the Ant Nest alien team led by Warlock Wuxiang was also racing against time.

Last night’s raid on the Behemoth Group failed because they ignored the anomaly Wang Yi, which almost caused the warlock Wuxiang to fail.

It's enough to suffer this kind of loss once. It would be impolite to suffer it again.

He only has so much national fortune to spend, and it is being lost a little bit every day, which has to be used to make up for the loss of American national fortune due to the Great Depression.

If I don't fill this hole, it will soon be my turn to fill it.

So after trapping Wang Yi and sending him away, Wuxiang also divided his troops into two groups.

Let the mutants in his hands go directly to cause trouble for the Behemoth Group.

Although the Behemoth Group has a group of core aliens like Qian Bol, each of whom has been strengthened, and the aliens under his command are also strong, it will be difficult to take them down in a short time.

This was also within his expectations. The Behemoth Group was too large. Even if he dealt with the top decision-makers, it would take a year or two to eat up the rest into the ant nest.

The Behemoth Group can take its time, but this up-and-coming Continental Hotel can't.

He had sufficient intelligence. He started out as an Irishman in the New York underworld at the end of 28. In less than two years, he had become a giant dominating New York. If he swallowed up such a lucky founder, John Wick, and his company directly, he could also get a wave of feedback from the American national destiny.

Because the forces that rise quickly often have a weakness that is not really a weakness, and that is an unstable foundation!

I can't handle you, Wang Yi, but I don't believe that, besides you, Wang Yi, there is anyone in New York City who I can't handle!
The Continental Hotel is also in chaos at night. The Continental Hotel, which made its fortune during the Great Depression, has now expanded from the original six floors to ten floors, and is also planning to add another ten floors in the next few years.

The scaffolding and other things have been set up, and it is easy to find workers. They can be found from Continental Group. This will not only keep the benefits within the family, but also promote consumption and economic circulation.

This is also due to the fact that the hotel has been under construction recently and strictly abides by the eight-hour labor law.

There were not many workers staying at the Continental Hotel at night, and even fewer guests, so such a big noise did not attract much attention.

But at this time, as the steel pipes of the scaffolding outside the Continental Hotel continued to fall, a series of knocking sounds were heard in the silent night, and the noise gradually attracted the crowd around to gather.

Under the dim light of the night lights, one could see two figures fighting in the sky above the Continental Hotel.

The warlock Wuxiang was already cursing at this time.

"This is weird! Wang Yi is outrageous enough, but what about John Wick? Is it really God's will to kill me?!"

Li Zi·Suzaku!

The word "thunder"!

The word Xun·Flowing clouds!

Firebirds and lightning bloomed in the night sky, rushing towards John Wick who had an indifferent expression on his face.

Without the interference of Wang Yi's magnetic field and true Qi, the strange formation under the feet of the sorcerer Wuxiang was naturally opened smoothly. He confirmed once again that the opponent was in his own strange formation. The opponent could only take the two spells he used head-on!

But John Wick, the incarnation of the god Wang Yi, once again used magic that left the warlock Wuxiang confused.

The power of God is everywhere!
At the moment when the firebird and thunder hit him, the god John Wick once again turned into a ball of white qi and escaped from the warlock Wuxiang's strange formation.

Faced with this strange method, the Warlock Wuxiang stepped on the center palace and began to calculate the position of the god John Wick with his fingers, but he could not realize that the god John Wick had already appeared in the blind spot of the Warlock Wuxiang's vision.

He raised his hands, and a Barrett rifle that should not have appeared in this era appeared from his hands, and the sniper scope was aimed at the angry and anxious Warlock Wuxiang.

Trigger pulled!

A bullet of pure true energy flew out of the gun and hit the sorcerer Wuxiang directly in the back, knocking him tumbling in the night sky.

Then a muffled thunder sounded in the night sky.

The Barrett in the hands of the god John Wick once again turned into the Qi of faith of all living beings and returned to his body.

Perform magical skills and hold a gun in one hand!
(End of this chapter)