Let You Take Care of Konoha, and They Have All Become Sixth-Level?

Butterfly Chanel was even more puzzled.

She didn't know how Su Li appeared here in an instant, or what that magical four-leaf clover pendant was.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but I'll talk about it later. I'll deal with the trash first."

While speaking, Su Li looked at Tong Mo not far away.

Butterfly Chanahui followed Su Li's line of sight and was stunned when she heard Su Li said that Tong Mo was a trash fish.

The Tongmo of the second string is actually called a trash fish?

Did she hear it wrong, or did the man lose his mind?

After Su Li said that, he didn't do anything special, didn't say much, just walked towards Tong Mo.

At this time, Mako, whose limbs were frozen by ice, also recognized that Su Li was the one who rescued her from the evil spirit on the night of the annihilation. She shouted excitedly, "Sir God!"

07 Lord God?

Butterfly Chana Hui and Tong Mo were both shocked when they heard this name.

At this time, Tong Mo remembered that when he fought before, he asked Mako how he obtained this power, and Mako replied that it was a gift from the gods.

At the time he didn't care.

Could it be that the man in front of him is a so-called god?

The silent momentum locked Tong Mo.

Tong Mo, who has lived for hundreds of years with rich combat experience, froze at this moment.

Instinct was warning him.

But Tong Mo didn't dare to move.

Just like when a human encounters a tiger, his legs seem to be unable to move, but the muscles are tense.

If the strength gap between Butterfly Chanahui and Tong Mo is huge, then Tong Mo and Su Li are not a dimensional existence at all.

It's just for a second or two.

Tong Mo was sweating profusely.

In order to break this deadlock, he had to make a move.

"Blood Ghost Art Scattered Lotus Flowers!"

He waved a pair of fans, and swayed a large number of finely broken ice petals, each petal as sharp as a blade.

However.

Each ice petal disappeared out of thin air when it approached one meter in front of Su Li.

Tong Mo's pupils shrank suddenly.

He couldn't understand the power displayed by Su Li.

"Blood Ghost Art: Bai Ji of Han Lie!

"Blood Ghost Art, Frozen Cloud!"

"Blood Ghost Art: Icicles of Winter!

Tong Mo kept pushing the blood ghost technique, trying to stop Su Li's footsteps, but all in vain.

Su Li came to Tong Mo so easily, and then he used his arm lightly. Tong Mo immediately felt a force that was too large to resist, and his figure flew out uncontrollably.

This scene fell into Butterfly Chanahui's eyes, which made her take a deep breath.

How could that terrifyingly powerful wind-up ghost be repelled so easily head-on?

It is precisely because Butterfly Chanahui has just played against Tong Mo, so she understands how powerful Tong Mo is.

That is definitely the existence of the entire ghost killing team that can be singled out.

but now.

How could she not be shocked that this powerful evil ghost of the second string was easily crushed.

"What the hell is the store manager?"

Butterfly Chanel Megumi couldn't help thinking about this question.

Could it be true that it is a god who descended from the sky, as Mako said?

After suppressing Tong Mo casually, Su Li liberated the wild wild mushrooms from the ice crystals, and then injected Yang Dun Chakra to help the wild wild wild plants quickly recover from injuries and physical strength.

"Lord God, I finally see you!"

After breaking free, Mako hurriedly knelt down towards Su Li to express her gratitude.

If Su Li hadn't rescued her before, she would have died in the mouth of the evil ghost, and she would not have gotten her current power.

"I'm not a god, in short, you get up first."

Su Li, who has lived in two generations, is even close to fifty years old in terms of mental age. He has already passed the age of middle two, and he has no interest in pretending to be a god to coax little girls.

And at least one must have a cosmic level of strength to be worthy of the title of a god, Su Li thinks so, and he is still far behind.

But apparently Su Li's words didn't convince Mako.

Under the background of this era, the people of Neon were very superstitious in the theory of 307 gods and monsters, and believed that all things have spirits, and there are gods wherever they go.

Otherwise, the neon would not have the saying of eight million gods.

In Su Li's view, the ability shown by Su Li may be nothing, but in Mako's eyes, it is a proper miracle.

It can give ordinary people extraordinary power, easily suppress the ghost of the string, restore her injuries at will, and even resurrect the butterfly Chanahui who should have died...

Isn't this a miracle?

Especially in this world, since ghosts are real, why can't there be gods?

Seeing Mako's pious expression like a believer, Su Li gently shook his head, not entangled in this topic.

Mako can think what she wants to think.

After all, for this little girl with a broken family, it would be better to have a spiritual sustenance, at least it wouldn't make her so miserable.

"Then... are you really a god?

Hearing the conversation between Su Li and Mako, Butterfly Chana couldn't help but ask.