Devil Fruit: Invincible from the Tremor-Tremor Fruit

The battle was over, and the battle was over.

"Hey, why is there no sound outside?"

The cultist hiding in the main hall of the Holy Demon Temple swallowed his saliva and said.

"I don't know, with the strength of King Yi, he should have won..." His voice was trembling in the ambiguous answer.

When Duan Ziya of the God Capital took action, the ten members of the Pain Cult were sucked into the body of the Two-Faced Buddha and transported into the Holy Demon Temple, so they had no idea about the battle outside.

The domineering dragon roar made them dare not push open the ancient bronze door of the main hall, for fear that some monster was squatting outside.

A woman in a black robe trembled and said, "Brothers, I beg you! I really don't want to stay here anymore. When I go back, I will hand over all my property to the Holy Church. Can you let me go~"

The slight sobbing made the other nine people upset, and the fourteen ancient bronze statues in the Holy Demon Temple always made faint sounds. The goateed believer in the lead grabbed her head and smashed it to the ground.

The other eight people were silent, because the woman who was used as a sacrifice was originally tied back, and even if she died, it had nothing to do with them. In the dictionary of the Holy Church of Pain, the greatest son of pain, he represented the most original pain.

The second is the red-robed high priest, who has the highest power to control the church. As for the other ordinary believers, they are just consumables that have not been used up.

The goateed man grabbed the woman's hair and crushed her white face desperately until a trace of blood flowed out.

"Do you know what you will become? That's a chance to get close to great beings! Look at these fourteen statues!" The man with a goatee held her head and looked at the lifelike statues in the hall.

"No!" Tears could not stop flowing from the corners of her eyes. The terrified woman felt that the towering statues in front of her were like living things, and they led to fourteen bloody, weird and strange worlds!

"When King Yi comes back, we will start preparing to summon the next eighth-level emperor, although the summoned demons are all pseudo-eighth-level and only exist for a few days."

"But there is no doubt that with the help of the artifact Holy Demon Temple in Youdu, it only takes tens of thousands of people's blood! We can summon these great beings!!"

At this point, a fanatical look appeared on the man's face. The most fundamental principle of the doctrine of the Church of Pain is to bring suffering and destruction to the world!

The man with a goatee leaned back and grabbed his hair tightly, his eyes seemed to be excited at any time! The satisfaction after completing the doctrine is incomparable to any other happiness multiplied a hundred times!

"I want... this world is full of..." The goatee man shouted with a twisted posture, completely ignoring the eyes of others.

"Boss! There seems to be some noise outside!" The frightened believer said tremblingly, pointing to the door.

"Don't worry, I heard from the people in Youdu that although strange things usually happen in the space of the Holy Demon Temple, it's okay as long as you don't open the door in the hall." The goatee man stroked his black mustache and said easily.

"Ka~"

The bronze door dozens of meters high moved automatically without wind, revealing a shallow gap.

"Damn! Ghosts!!" Those who were slightly fragile in their hearts swallowed their saliva, and the sound of the strong wind outside the hall made them highly nervous.

In a place that no one could see, the woman's blood flowed slowly on the ground cast by black rocks, and the red liquid flowed to the two-faced Buddha statue in the corner along the guidance.

"Go and close the door." After a long silence, the goatee man ordered seriously. The cultist he pointed at closed his eyes and ran over to push the door hard, but it was obvious that his level 3 strength could not shake the giant bronze door at all.

At this moment, the heavy bronze ancient door was slowly opened by the strong wind, and a handsome young man walked out from the crack of the door. It was Mu Bai.

Looking around, ten cultists in black robes stood there at a loss.

"Mu Bai? Why are you here!" The goatee man said strangely. It was strange enough that the door of the Holy Demon Temple could be opened from the outside. Where did this Mu Bai come from?

Holding the sound transmission stone in his back, the goatee man was urgently contacting the Wing King. He only had level 4 strength and could not do anything to Mu Bai. Only the Wing King could crush him effortlessly!

At this moment, he didn't know that the Wing King, who he had high hopes for, had been beaten into a pool of flesh and blood by Mu Bai. He was dead and could not die any more.

"Xia Country's Prodigy Mu Bai, how did you get here? If our superiors knew you were here, they would definitely stop us.

"Welcome!" The kind-looking man with a goatee calmly blocked the crying woman behind him.

Mu Bai, with his hands in his pockets and a restrained demeanor, ignored him and went straight to the fourteen statues.

The Sky Devouring Demon Lord, the Two-Faced Buddha, the Extreme Evil Ghost, etc., these are all terrifying existences written in textbooks, and once posed a fatal threat to the entire human civilization.

Are these statues really just statues?

Seeing Mu Bai coming in front of the statues, the goatee man, who was in doubt, pulled out the long whip from his waist and suddenly whipped Mu Bai! Mu Bai must not be allowed to destroy these statues! The other believers also drew their weapons and rushed over.

"The dragon flew over the ants' heads, and these ants thought they had a chance to hurt the dragon? It's ridiculous. "Mu Bai said lightly without even turning his head. The people behind him were just trash.

The black domineering aura in the pale golden pupils suddenly surged! The terrifying pressure directly turned into a torrent of spirit and washed towards the people holding weapons.

At this moment, the handsome young man who was originally restrained in their eyes instantly turned into a brutal king, and there was a faint dragon roar echoing in the domineering aura.

The fear that penetrated into their bones directly shattered their knees, and the cultists crawling on the ground knelt on the ground as if they were meeting their king.

"What a joke... I didn't even turn my head! ! "The unbelievable goatee man lay on the ground in horror. The feeling of reaching death made him sober up, and cold sweat dripped down.

The sound of footsteps came, and Mu Bai looked down at the goatee man and said: "What are these fourteen statues for. "

"I don't know..." The goatee man was torn to pieces by the Overlord Haki before he could finish his words, and was crushed into powder on the ground. Such a horrifying scene made the others tremble in fear!

"If you don't know, there is no need for you to exist. "Mu Bai's cold words undoubtedly shocked the others, and then they rushed to tell the purpose of the fourteen statues.

After hearing the explanations of others, Mu Bai also understood the general idea. By killing the blood of tens of thousands of people, a pseudo-eighth-level emperor can be summoned, but the price is to sacrifice a young believer as a carrier, and at least consume the soul of a seventh-level ability person to summon successfully.

The existence time of the pseudo-eighth level also varies for various reasons, and most of them can exist for more than half a month.

It can be said that it is extremely simple to obtain the combat power of the peak of the seventh level with such a low threshold. This is in the hands of the Youdu Organization. If the Holy Demon Palace falls into the hands of other countries, the army headed by the pseudo-eighth-level ability person may flatten the whole world!?

Mu Bai, who knew everything, smiled and nodded, and the other cultists also laughed.

"Say these words to the King of Hell again. "Mu Bai's consciousness moved slightly, and a terrifying spirit burst out. The domineering aura of the overlord smashed their bodies like a heavy hammer.

The speed was so fast that these cultists still had insincere smiles on their faces before they died.