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At this moment.

The phrase “little blondie” in his mind plunged Archbishop Bloodskull into extreme panic.

This unimaginable method of communication convinced Johnson that it must be the work of a god.

He was the Archbishop of Bloodskull, and no matter how strong the Xuan Du of the Myriad Hao people were, they could not speak in his mind like this.

So it could only be a god!

As for the title "little blondie", Johnson didn't find it humiliating.

After all, that extraordinarily beautiful god must have been born before the War of Annihilation, having lived for at least forty thousand years.

In comparison.

He had only lived for over two thousand years, and in the other party's eyes, he was at most a naive child, so it was perfectly normal for Him to call him "little blondie".

“I must ask the Voodoo Master for rescue!”

The above thought popped into the Archbishop's mind immediately.

No way!

Only a god can fight a god!

Johnson knelt on one knee as quickly as possible, and recited with utmost piety: “Great Voodoo Master, your most loyal servant begs for your help.”

The next second.

A strange power descended from the air.

Along with it came a sentence: “A price!”

Johnson gritted his teeth, put down the bone staff in his hand, and used both hands to press on his eyes, actually digging out a pair of bloody eyeballs.

Slightly black blood, emitting a rather strong stench, immediately flowed down his cheeks, leaving two bloody trails.

Most surprisingly, the bright red blood trails seemed to possess life, instinctively trying to drill back into the bloody eye sockets.

But a certain force prevented the blood trails from doing so.

The Archbishop groaned, and as quickly as possible, held both eyeballs in the center of his palm, and recited with utmost piety:

“I am willing to offer you sacrifices in exchange for your help…”

Accompanied by this guy's prayers, the bloody eyeballs underwent a wonderful change.

A strong extraordinary wave surged inside the eyeballs, and strange green lights flickered on the surface, gradually changing into a glazed material.

The Archbishop's originally fair face showed wrinkles, and strands of white hair appeared in his golden hair.

This great change was as if he had suddenly turned from a forty-year-old middle-aged man into a sixty-year-old old man.

It is not difficult to see.

This guy is sacrificing his own life essence to transform the eyeballs, and then use them as sacrifices to the gods.

Two seconds later.

The green light subsided.

This pair of eyeballs completely turned into two crystal clear glazed beads.

Johnson's voice also became old: “Great Voodoo Master, your servant begs you to accept the sacrifice!”

After a while.

An invisible force descended.

The glazed beads jumped slightly.

The Archbishop was overjoyed.

The Voodoo Master is willing to accept the sacrifice!

Finally, there is salvation!

The next second.

Johnson's heart felt as if it had fallen into an extremely cold ice cave.

Because the distant gaze from the gods was withdrawn.

A mocking sentence echoed in the cave: “Such a small price is not enough for me to fight against the Myriad Hao gods!”

The glazed beads stopped shaking and lay motionless in his palm.

The Archbishop's lips trembled, but in the end, he didn't say a word.

Now that things have come to this.

He didn't understand that the Voodoo Master clearly had a very deep dissatisfaction with him, and maliciously teased him.

As for the reason.

It's not hard to guess at all.

Just now, the secret base of the Prayer Society was suddenly attacked by a god, and in order to save his life, he urgently begged the Voodoo Master to descend.

And an incorrect timing of appearance put Him in an extremely passive situation, and ultimately suffered a great loss at the hands of the Myriad Hao gods.

It was because of this that the Voodoo Master resented him.

Johnson sighed, lowered his head deeply, his heart filled with resentment.

His two eyeballs had been dug out, and transformed into sacrifices through a sacrificial ritual, so they could no longer be reinstalled.

This meant that he had temporarily lost his sight and became blind.

*

Zhuo An Airport.

The scene displayed in the halo screen made Cheng Han want to laugh wildly.

I just played a little joke through the Star Transmission Technique, and the Archbishop Bloodskull actually dug out his own eyeballs.

Is it necessary?!

Cheng Han slightly curled the corner of his mouth: “The guys from the Prayer Society, from the Life Priest to the Archbishop Bloodskull, are too timid, right?

“I just scared you a little bit, and as a result, you either seek death or grope around to gouge out your own eyeballs!”

He ridiculed again in his heart: “I heard that people with kidney deficiency are generally timid, why not rename the Prayer Society to the ‘Kidney Deficiency Society’?”

Subsequently.

The halo collapsed into large spots of light, which disappeared into nothing.

Cheng Han stopped paying attention to the blind Johnson, and instead began to inspect the Fiery Eagle he was driving, preparing for the next flight.

Just then.

He heard some strange discussions in his ears.

“During the flight just now, I heard that someone had a stomachache and almost couldn't hold back from pooping in their pants. I think a toilet should be installed under the seat.”

“Toilets will increase the weight of the aircraft, so it's better to reserve a channel to directly discharge the poop and pee, which can also reduce weight.”

“The opening and closing of the channel requires additional control structures, which instead increases the weight of the aircraft. I would rather sit on the toilet and drive the war eagle…”

Cheng Han's mouth twitched.

He spoke up as a “technical worker”: “There's no need to be so troublesome, just put a 'Gluttonous Vine' seed in your crotch.”

The so-called “Gluttonous Vine” is a special plant used by various small spirit realms to treat sewage.

This is the most convenient and quick solution. Carrying an extra seed increases fuel consumption, which is almost negligible.

In another time and space.

Pilots use adult diapers to solve the “three urgent needs” problem of long-distance flights. Gluttonous Vine has the same effect.

A pilot immediately expressed his opposition: “It's too scary for the Gluttonous Vine to drill around in the crotch. What if the vine drills into the ass…”

Before he could finish speaking.

This person was poked in the waist by another pilot, who whispered a reminder: “Don't say it, it's Deputy Palace Master.”

The previously heated discussion instantly cooled down.

Subsequently.

A group of pilots echoed one after another.

“This method is good!”

“Gluttonous Vine is a good idea!”

Cheng Han looked at the pilot who expressed opposition and smiled slightly: “Don't worry, as long as you clamp your chrysanthemum tightly, the Gluttonous Vine won't be able to drill in.”

As soon as this was said.

Everyone's faces twitched.

Cheng Han added: “Gluttonous Vine is just an emergency measure. Paying attention to daily diet management is the most fundamental solution.”

He felt in his heart that it was not a bad thing for some people to have their chrysanthemums drilled by vines once. Without a profound experience, how would they know the importance of controlling their mouths?

Cheng Han immediately waved his hand: “Hurry up and get to work!”

A group of people immediately dispersed.

With Cheng Han's current status, after he said the three words “Gluttonous Vine”, this matter was considered the final conclusion.

From now on.

Every pilot performing a mission must carry a Gluttonous Vine seed, whether it's in their pocket or in their crotch.

*

Not long after.

Everything was ready.

Hundreds of Fiery Eagles had been repaired, confirming that there were no mechanical failures, and the fuel tanks had also been filled with efficient fuel.

Zhuo An Airport immediately activated the Agile Profound Formation.

Batches of Fiery Eagles were quickly catapulted into the sky, and then, in neat formations, quickly swept towards the distance.

Next stop - Corning Small Spirit Realm.

A minute later.

This squadron cruised at supersonic speed, left the airspace of the small spirit realm, and swept into the seemingly endless void.

Cheng Han looked back at the increasingly smaller Tianye, and moved the soul string with his mind.

“Buzz!”

The string vibration revealed a unique charm.

Cheng Han silently recited: “Enter the predetermined location, prepare to start hunting!”

Archbishop Bloodskull was so frightened that he gouged out his own eyes, and his life essence was also greatly depleted, his strength seriously declined, which can be described as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The response came immediately.

“Understood!”

“Following your will!”

Cheng Han's gaze turned to a halo hanging in front of him.

The illusion in the center was displaying the figure of Archbishop Bloodskull, but the picture looked a bit blurry.

This was the result of a combination of factors.

On the one hand, the relevance captured by the visual observation just now was relatively weak, and on the other hand, this person still had the protection of a strong hidden power.

In another four to five hours, the hidden power will completely overwhelm this wisp of relevance, and it will not be possible to lock down the Archbishop's whereabouts at that time.

Cheng Han muttered in his heart: “We must pull the target relevance into the 'Secret Cosmic Spirit Map' to launch a long-range attack, but the hidden power is an obstacle.”

Just now, a Netherworld tried to draw the Secret Cosmic Spirit Map, but when the spirit pen drew to the Archbishop, only crooked lines were drawn by the pen tip.

I have to say.

Hidden power is indeed a considerable powerful extraordinary power.

Cheng Han did a little deduction and sighed softly: “It seems that we can't kill the Archbishop without loss.”

In the halo screen.

Displays densely packed building complexes.

This is one of the four cities in Zhuo An Small Spirit Realm - Bering City.

And the “rat hole” where Archbishop Bloodskull is currently hiding is located in a secret room deep underground in one of the buildings.

That place should be one of the back roads left by this guy.

“Buzz!”

The string vibration rose again.

Cheng Han silently issued the order: “Disperse irrelevant people, quick battle and quick resolution!”

This is the first attempt to forcibly kill a Xuan Du level powerhouse. If it can be decided in one battle, this will be an extremely significant event.

“Yes!”

*

Bering City.

West District.

A residential area.

A tall figure wearing work clothes, carrying tools for repairing water pipes, walked towards a three-story building, humming a little tune.

The repairman walked quickly to the door and knocked vigorously a few times.

“Knock! Knock!”

He shouted at the top of his voice: “Excuse me, is this the Qu Tao family? I'm here to repair the water pipes, please open the door quickly!”

At this moment.

Centered on this place, within a radius of ten kilometers.

In every corner of the city, more than twenty figures stopped at the same time and turned to look in the direction of this house.