The old facial features are compassionate and compassionate.

It was the supreme commander of the Blood's operation, the Holy Father.

"Where is Liang Yue?!" Zhao Tianyou still had that question.

He didn't stop the Holy Father from being reborn, so he wanted to get Liang Yue's information.

"You are not from the Holy See, we should not be enemies, we have common goals and enemies, what we really want to fight against should be those lowly human beings..."

"Noise!"

the donkey's lips were not at the horse's mouth, and the Holy Father's persuasion consumed the last of Zhao Tianyou's patience.

The streamer on his waist flickered, and the pocket sword rose when he saw the wind, turning into an eight-sided Han sword and rushing out.

The sword was like a rainbow, cutting off half of the Holy Father's small head and losing the upper part of the head, and the Holy Father finally stopped persuading and knelt on the ground, as if dead.

Seventy-two Techniques of the Earth Devil Forty-one: Swordsmanship.

The art of Edgeworth, which can control weapons to fight people in the air on its own.

The vitality of the blood clan is very tenacious, especially the pure-blooded blood clan, which is even more unbelievable.

But Zhao Tianyou's sword technique contained his own mana, and the cut wound carried a divine aura, preventing the regeneration of the Holy Father's wound.

It is also discovered that the important head cannot be regenerated, and the dying Holy Father has fallen into madness.

When Zhao Tianyou was looking for survivors and asking about Liang Yue's whereabouts, the headless body of the Holy Father climbed to the altar with difficulty, and said three times and nine times: "With my blood, please you." The great Dracula... I beg you, cast your gaze..."

As he raised his arms and knelt in front of the altar full of heads, the skulls and blood on the altar quickly withered, swallowed by mysterious forces, and turned into a bridge between the unknown.

"The northern suburbs... Factory No. 17 in the northern suburbs, ah!" A dying blood clan screamed, and his head was cut off by Zhao Tianyou's sword.

Zhao Tianyou breathed a sigh of relief, and finally got some clues.

Although these Bloods did not know who Liang Yue was, if any of the Bloods captured the human survivors, they would most likely be taken to Factory Seventeen in the northern suburbs, their temporary base in the city.

"Northern suburbs?" Just as Zhao Tianyou wanted to leave here and go to the northern suburbs, his breathing couldn't help but become short, from the far side, some terrifying existence was waking up, and cast his gaze here.

In this moment, it was as if time had stood still.

The world has also faded its colors and turned to black and white.

The surviving bloods on the ground stopped moaning and wailing, their mouths wide open, but they couldn't make a sound, and the blood gushing from the wound did not settle to the ground anymore, but soared into the air under the mysterious power, condensed and converged in front of the altar.

I saw the Holy Father, who was kneeling in front of the altar, raised his hands at this time, and only half of his head was left to chant fervently: "To the great blood god!

The amount of blood of hundreds of people gathered in one person was quite spectacular, quickly stacking him into a ten-meter-tall blood giant.

Zhao Tianyou's expression was solemn and he wanted to move, but he found that his body seemed to be filled with lead, and the world around him faded color, which showed that he was out of reality and was pulled into the other party's domain.

There was no escape, he could only clench the Han sword in his hand, staring at the ever-changing blood giant in front of him with blazing eyes.

"Is this the power of the gods?"

Omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent, eternal immortal.

The ultimate existence of the monk, the supreme existence that transcends feathering and steps into the realm of ascending immortals.

An existence that mortals can't touch, can't imagine.

Zhao Tianyou was just a small crystallized late-stage cultivator, let alone confronting, he couldn't even imagine what the existence of the gods was like.

After all, since he started cultivating, it has only been ten years, and ten years is difficult for other monks to build a foundation.

If he was given some more time, he might be able to reach a higher realm, but...

Can he do it against

the gods?"Is this the gods?Can I fight against this kind of existence?" Under the powerful deterrent power of the gods, Zhao Tianyou's breathing was rapid and almost suffocated, and his eyes were stinging like pins and needles.

"Presumptuous!"

"Cough~" Zhao Tianyou felt a sweetness in his throat, half kneeling on the ground and opening his mouth to cough up blood, he had to lower his head and dare not look directly at the gods anymore.

Even if it was just a touch of consciousness cast by the gods, it was not something that he, a crystallized monk, could peep into.

The difference in strength is too big, and Zhao Tianyou can't see the odds of winning.

"If the master is here, can she fight against the gods..."In this desperate time, Zhao Tianyou inevitably thought of his master.

"No, I'm already an adult, and when I encounter some setbacks, why do I still want to ask the master. cough~" Zhao Tianyou supported the ground with his sword and struggled to stand up again.

"I... I need strength. Zhao Tianyou struggled to open his eyes, enduring the stinging pain of his eyeballs and staring at the blood giant, because his brain was overloaded, and blood began to ooze from the cracks of his eyes.

[Ding, enough emotional points have been collected, according to the current situation, a new function has been generated, please check.]

[A new function has been developed "Pantheon"]

The system interface pops up and flashes by.

Zhao Tianyou began to gradually adapt to that coercion, although the other party was a god, but after all, it was just a touch of consciousness projected, with the body of the temporary sacrifice, its physical strength was not strong, but the divine power carried was too terrifying, making it difficult for people to have the courage to resist.

"Sure enough, it's only when you're stressed that you can trigger new features. Although I don't understand what the "Pantheon" generated by the system does, since I dare to refresh it, it means that I have the ability to fight against the gods, which is Zhao Tianyou's experience.

Taking advantage of the fact that Dracula's consciousness had not yet adapted to the body, Zhao Tianyou opened the system interface, clicked on the icon of the Pantheon, and with a burst of brilliance, a gorgeous interface appeared.

Countless mysterious phantoms appear in the background of the interface, and around the center is a slowly rotating compass.

Under the compass, there is also an obscure text.

[Only when one party reaches the peak can he be called a god. Looking

at the slowly rotating turntable on the interface, Zhao Tianyou was stunned for a while, he seemed to have seen this interface somewhere.

By the way, when Liang Yue was looking for a popular science video for herself, she would sometimes intersperse some game advertisements, most of which were card draws and collections, and the female characters with hot bodies and different appearances left a deep impression on Zhao Tianyou.

If he wasn't worried about his mother, Zhao Tianyou might have been curious to click in and download it.

As mentioned earlier, Zhao Tianyou's system will generate new functions to deal with the current predicament according to his strong desire, and the form and ability of the functions come from Zhao Tianyou's own cognition and understanding.

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