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The nail sword with flowing flames pierced out again, and the sword light spanned a long distance in an instant.

There was a smile in the eyes of the god who was suspended in the air.

Humans are stupid and conceited, without exception.

This is true for those humans who have imprisoned themselves for seven years, and it is also true for this human being in front of them.

They always try to touch the realm of the gods through various strange methods, but they always catch fire and kill themselves.

Even if this man exchanged extreme pain for short-term strength, he couldn't hurt himself.

"The sky and the ground are like the gap between humans and gods, which cannot be crossed."

Shenxie opened his mouth slowly, and looked at Wang Jin with pity.

"You think so?"

The young man grinned, and the flames left a glowing trail behind him.

Trembling and howling, the worshipers fled to make way for him.

Like a shooting star across the night, bright and short.

Any power has a price, Wang Jin is also very clear.

This time the flames might kill him.

But that can only be considered in the future, Wang Jin just wants to do the things in front of him well.

"Surprising the gods, I'm the best at it."

The flames soared into the sky, and the young man kicked his feet on the ground and jumped up suddenly.

The distance between that tall figure and Wang Jin is shortening rapidly, and the boundary between god and man has become blurred.

It's a pity that Wang Jin lost his strength halfway through the jump.

Even with Annie's blessing, it is impossible for human beings to jump tens of meters high.

Indeed, as God said, human beings cannot touch areas that do not belong to them.

However, Wang Jin is an exception.

"Little black!"

"Eura!"

A huge black figure emerged behind Wang Jin, and he had absorbed an excessive amount of the breath of the dream of death, and his volume swelled to twice its original size.

The thick arm grabbed Wang Jin's ankle and threw him out with all his strength.

Only the whistling wind was left in his ears, Wang Jin smiled and looked at the god.

Surprise appeared in his eyes, and then he opened and closed his lips and said something.

In the next second, Thunder roared and fell straight down.

The light blue mist rose again, firmly blocking the thunder.

"Damn, it's not working."

Wang Jin gritted his teeth and looked at the parchment in his arms.

He vaguely felt the breath of the dream of death escaping outward.

After all, it is just an imitation of the Zaratul Mystery Ritual, and it can no longer hide any more breath.

Raising his eyebrows, Wang Jin quickly adjusted his strategy and retracted most of the light blue mist into the Eye of the Ancient God.

Shen Aie spoke again, full of ominous words came out.

Wang Jin gritted his teeth and raised his hand, ready to bear the attack.

wow-

A huge waterspout rose from the ground, trying to drag Wang Jin into it.

"I am here."

The girl in red showed her figure, and she gently hugged Wang Jin, trying to help him adjust his position.

"let go!"

Wang Jin shook off Ah Zi's hand with a rare ferocious expression.

There was still flames burning on his body, Ah Zi would also be burned.

"No."

The girl shook her head stubbornly, but hugged Wang Jin even tighter.

The fragrance of hydrangeas came, and light armor appeared on the girl.

The flower of hope was floating in the air, and Wang Jin felt the pain in his body suddenly eased.

Ah Zi bit her lip tightly, not letting her pain show.

She is actively sharing Wang Jin's pain and injury.

The waterspout struck violently, but Wang Jin managed to dodge it.

Ah Zi tried her best to drag Wang Jin diagonally upwards, bringing him closer to the evil.

"gravel."

The distance was getting closer and closer, and this time Wang Jin heard what the god said clearly.

The building collapsed suddenly, and large pieces of reinforced concrete flew into the air and smashed towards them.

According to Wang Jin's current speed, he will definitely be photographed back to the ground.

"boss!"

A figure that looked exactly like Wang Jin emerged, trying to throw the young man upwards.

The mirror ghost seems to absorb more breath of the dream of death than Xiao Hei, and its strength is much stronger.

Wang Jin flew high, the flames on his body rising against the wind.

The distance between God and man is infinitely shortened, and the sword light arrives as promised.

"I'm going to fall."

The nailed sword stopped a few centimeters away from the godly evil, and seemed to be completely exhausted.

The young man covered in flames and death sighed, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"Ha, I lied to you."

The sword light was sharp and thunderous.

A sly smile appeared on Wang Jin's face, and he swung his arm violently.

There was a thunderous vibration in the air.

Falling Cicada!

The scorching sword slashed towards the neck of the god without hesitation, still at the position where the blow just caused the damage.

Looking at the deep shock and anger in the other party's eyes, Wang Jin was indescribably happy.

"I'm a fool."

Bang!

The blade swung down, making the sound of iron and stone hitting.

For the first time, God stretched out his hand and blocked Wang Jin's attack.

The amber eyes dimmed, and the other eye with black and red teardrops emitted a strange light.

At this moment, Wang Jin really felt why he was called a sinner.

If the one who just said Fa Sui is "God", then the current He is definitely "evil".

The originally expressionless face became ferocious and terrifying, and the red mark on the cheek spread to the whole body.

The long snow-white hair became jet black, but with a trace of blood red.

The breath of blasphemy flows slowly, carrying a mockery of this world.

Just by looking at it, Wang Jin felt that his soul was about to freeze.

"I'm crazy to fight against such a troublesome thing."

Wang Jin grinned and swung his sword again.

The original weird protection was gone, and the spiked sword could easily touch the body of the god.

pity...

The sound of metal colliding with each other sounded, and Shen Ai didn't even block it this time.

"It's ridiculous."

The evil grinned, revealing a terrifying smile.

It was hard to imagine that he was the figure with divinity just now.

"You're just an ordinary human being."

Shenxie reached out and grabbed Wang Jin's neck, exerting a little force.

The scorching flames passed over, making him frown.

"And me! I am the iron law! It is God's punishment!"

The flames didn't seem to bother him too much, and the god was still smiling, with blood and tears dripping from his eyes.

It is obviously a very holy **, but he said it with a wild laugh.

It seemed inexplicably ironic.

"You're a fart."

Wang Jin grinned, and slowly raised his hand.

Put up the middle finger.

The Abomination has worked in the headquarters of the Unclean for seven years, of course he knows what this means.

But he didn't show any anger, just looked at Wang Jin with a smirk.

Wrist twisting, trying to end the life of this pathetic human being.

The next second, he found that his hands were frozen.

Not only the hands, but the whole body seemed to be a little out of control.

"Did I trick you?"

The young man covered in flames grinned, his eyes full of arrogance and contempt.

contact established.

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