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Outside the Lord’s House.

Three figures appeared out of thin air.

"how did you do it?"

Leon looked at Su Xun in surprise.

This is not about science at all!

"Old and clumsy-eyed, I didn't actually see that the son is a good man before." The Caolu lay dignified face.

As a fellow monk, he couldn't do this, but his cultivation is already top-notch in Daming.

I never thought that after a few hundred years, such an ailing world would have such an expert.

It is true that there are talents from generation to generation.

Su Xun smiled indifferently: "It's just trivial tricks, I can't get on the stage."

"This is... really mellow." Leon gave a thumbs up, indicating that he still wants to learn from Su Xun.

The corner of Caolu's mouth twitched: "The son is too modest."

This is all a trick, so what is his little cultivation base?

"Let's go."

Su Xun took the two into the church.

"What's the matter with you?"

The priest saw the three people coming in and asked.

"Hello priest, are you here with two strangers who behave strangely?"

While Su Xun spoke, his eyes fell on a small door next to him, and the two of them were inside.

The priest was taken aback: "Are you their family members? They kept themselves locked in the house."

The voice fell, pointing to the small door aside.

"Kh! Kh! Kh!"

"Little turtle! Little turtle!"

The Caolu layman rushed to knock on the door.

In the room, Ma Shangfeng, who was so hungry that their chests were pressed to their backs, and Xiguiyan brushed up.

"Master! Master is here!"

The two were ecstatic, and then quickly opened the door.

"Master! You finally came, woooo..."

As soon as the door opened, the turtle rushed over and hugged the Caolu layman.

"a shame."

The Caolu layman kicked him away and confirmed the safety of the two, and he was relieved.

"My son, I don't know where the Fusang Ghost King is?" The Caolu layman turned to look at Su Xun and asked.

Su Xun pointed to the cross: "There."

"This gentleman, the Lord is almighty, how can you say what ghost king the Lord is?" The priest was angry.

Faith is tainted, for him, it is more unbearable than being tainted.

Su Xun did not pay attention to the priest, but looked at Leon: "Did you see it?"

"I want to say I saw it, but in fact I didn't even see the root hair." Leon shrugged.

It seems that only if he truly believes that something is as it should be, it will happen.

For example, he thought that bamboo dragonflies could make people fly, and then he really used bamboo dragonflies to fly.

Su Xun stretched out his hand at the cross.

"what!"

With the screams, the soul of a red-haired ghost king was drawn out by Su Xun.

"Ah! It's the devil! Merciful Lord, thank you..." The priest turned pale and quickly prayed.

Su Xun glared at him: "Compared to the Lord, don't you think you should thank me in advance?"

"Ah, merciful Lord, thank you for sending such a hero to save your believers, Amen."

Su Xun: "..."

"Fusang Ghost King!"

The three of Caolu laymen and apprentices are like enemies.

"The layman doesn't have to worry about it. The ghost king is very cute. The stronger you are, the more cute it is."

Su Xun pinched Fusang Ghost King's neck and said solemnly.

"Bhaga!" Fusang Ghost King was furious.

In the next second, a fire ignited his cold heart, and by the way, it ignited his body.

"Ahhhhh!"

Fusang Ghost King let out a sorrowful scream, swinging in the flames.

"Did you see, he still dances folk dance."

Su Xun smiled slightly.

Everyone: "..."

The priest looked at the cross, Lord, why did you not react to this real devil?

Fuso Ghost King was burned to death.

There is a kind of dance, called dancing, and then it's gone.

"Really..."

The Caolu layman's heart was shaken. He did not expect that the Fusang Ghost King, which he could not resist, would be so vulnerable in the opponent's hands.

Xigui and Ma Shangfeng also widened their eyes, this person is so hanging!

"You made me feel the pressure, but fortunately, we are comparing catching ghosts, not fighting." Leon looked at Su Xun seriously, chewing chocolate beans on the corner of his mouth.

"This gentleman, the devil is also a life. You shouldn't just kill him like this. The merciful Lord can purify him."

The priest looked at Su Xun with a sad face, feeling sorry for the ghost king Fusang who died in pain.

Su Xun looked at him as if watching a silly beep: "If I am guilty, Dadao will punish me, instead of sending you such a silly beep to disgust me. If you dare to say one more thing, I will send you to accompany him. "

"Devil, you are the real devil." The priest backed away in fright, and turned to look at the big cross street above: "Benevolent and Almighty Lord, hurry up and accept this cruel devil in human skin."

"Your Lord, I don't seem to dare to come out."

Su Xun also looked at the cross, with a hint of playfulness at the corner of his mouth, and he felt a magical power.

The cross itself is psychic, otherwise it would be impossible to actively seal the Fuso Ghost King.

"Nonsense, the Lord is omnipotent and invincible."

The priest looked at Su Xun stubbornly and fanatically.

"is it?"

Su Xun sneered, his sight saw the God of the Western Kingdom through the cross.

Then, he stretched out his hand and scratched it lightly, piercing time, space...

In the Western Kingdom of God, the God on the seat of God disappeared directly, and a group of ministers in the same place were dumbfounded.

"Your Lord is really vulnerable."

Su Xun cast a dumbfounded and sacred God in front of the priest.

"This...what is this place?"

God was so confused, he was eating fruit and drinking wine, and then suddenly he was caught here.

"Puff!"

The priest was so scared that he sat on the ground and kept shaking his head: "No... impossible, he is not the Lord, he is not God, he is not..."

My God cannot be that weak!

He felt his faith collapsed.

In his belief, the omnipotent God was caught by such an understatement!

"Presumptuous, are you questioning me?"

God yelled and flew from the ground, floating in the air, it looked a bit like that.

"Snapped!"

Su Xun casually slapped him from the air: "Can't tell the priority?"

"It's you! It's you! You caught me!"

The **** got up from the ground awkwardly and looked at Su Xun with horror on his face.

The Caolu lay people and others have stayed. There were Western missionaries in the Ming Dynasty, and they knew God.

That was the Jade Emperor of the West, but now Su Xun was caught casually.

How strong is Su Xun?

"This is God? Then we don't have to compare, you are slightly better than me." Leon said shamelessly.

He can only catch ghosts with plastic wrap.

The opponent can catch the wild **** with his bare hands.

Is this better than a chicken?

"You are the **** of the east? Do you want to go to war with us in the west?" God roared hysterically.

Su Xun looked at him with a smile, "I can kill your kingdom with one finger, do you believe it?"

"You...you..." God stopped pressing.

"Okay, get out."

With a wave of his hand, Su Xun threw God back to the Western Kingdom of God, just like walking a dog.

Then he looked at the priest: "Did you see it? You worship him. Why don't you take a photo of me, and worship the photo when you are fine."

The priest's eyes were empty and he didn't say a word. He felt that his life had lost its meaning.

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