"The Divine Son Attendants are really extraordinary, they are the help of my God to help us clear away all heresy!" The gods were convinced in their hearts, and the problems that had plagued the temple for tens of thousands of years were easily solved in front of the Divine Son's attendants.

Beside Wang Jiu, a bishop with two heads and eight arms knelt down on one knee and pleaded: "I am willing to catch this heresy for your lordship." ”

Wang Jiu waved his hand lazily: "Go ahead." He didn't like these disciples a little, and it was a bit difficult to talk to them. It's just a matter of saying "I'll go".

The bishop was thrilled to receive permission, and it was clear that the Son of God was confident in his own abilities. He quietly left, much stronger than the Dark Walker who was lurking in the bushes, attacking from the side, and suddenly appeared, knocking the Dark Walker unconscious with a single blow, and carrying him over.

Wang Jiu waved his hand and dropped a curtain of light, this is the simplest strange array, it can only isolate sound and vibration, and anyone with a little formation attainment can penetrate it, making the formation useless.

But in the eyes of the gods, it was the use of "Shenhui" by the Shenzi's attendants that had reached the point of reaching the pinnacle, and they had changed different methods, and they could use Shenhui to isolate the inside and outside, so they were shocked one by one, and they wanted to bow down to the ground with their legs.

"Okay!" Wang Jiu couldn't help frowning and stopped them, there have been too many times this situation along the way, at the beginning, the fat man was complacent, and the fat man also had a tiger body shock, and when the strong man from all directions bowed his head and bowed?!

But as soon as he got too much, he got a little annoyed, as if he was talking to these gods.

He would sometimes think to himself, "This is the highest ranking group of gods in the temple?"

He closed his surroundings and said, "Interrogate them." But the archbishops were so hesitant that no one dared to come forward and receive orders. The three-headed and eight-armed archbishop said: "My lord, these heretics are stinky and hard, we have caught a lot of them, but it is difficult to get any useful information from them. ”

Wang Jiuyi frowned, and said dissatisfiedly: "Everything needs to be done by this seat himself?"

"We should be damned!" the disciples fell to their knees, their heads on the ground, ashamed.

Wang Jiu was annoyed, and waved his hand: "Get up, go to the side and watch!" The disciples were even more ashamed, and retreated to the outermost part without shame.

Wang Jiu stepped forward, and he also cultivated several methods of soul searching, but they were all superficial, and they couldn't be compared with Song Zheng's sapphire blue distraction, but it was enough to deal with a dark walker.

This kind of superficial soul-searching method is very painful for being used, as if they were forcibly pulling out their brains and seeing what is going on like reading a book.

During the entire soul search, the screams of the Dark Walker were terrifying, and his whole body convulsed and his lower body became incontinent. But the gods who watched from the sidelines were very happy.

The Darkwalkers are heretics to them, and they deserve to be tortured by the most brutal methods in the world. After watching the process of Wang Jiu's interrogation, they felt that the various methods of torturing heretics that they had figured out before were too superficial, and they were simply embarrassed compared to adults.

So I couldn't help but feel that kind of feeling in my heart again: The attendant of the Son of God is really heroic!

Wang Jiu was halfway through the interrogation, and he was suddenly stunned. After a long time of no further action, the Dark Walker gradually stopped screaming, his voice gradually weakened, and it would not be long before he died.

The gods felt a pity, and they should torture him while he was still dead.

But in their hearts, they were already full of awe for the Fat Lord, the attendant of the Divine Son, and no one dared to disturb them. Wang Jiu "saw" some intermittent fragments in the dark walker's memory—this was the flaw of the superficial soul searching technique, which could only be done to this extent—and in it, a figure suddenly flashed.

He's all too familiar: Scholar!

Wang Jiu's heart was full of turmoil, and he almost cried: The scholar is here to find us. But although she has escaped from the heavenly fire, she has become a believer in the god of light, Yun'er's girl has become a divine son, and she and Miss Pan have also been given divine power, and if you want to get out of the control of the gods, I am afraid it is not easier than under the heavenly fire.

He didn't know what to do for a moment.

Suddenly, he saw some intermittent scenes, it was the scholar and a tall and beautiful woman standing together, the woman made the fat man drool, but his heart was furious: What are you doing so close? What is your relationship?

Okay, you scholar, you look like a decent gentleman on weekdays, but you are also a hungry ghost like my fat man!

Those women outside, you should put them away and leave them to the fat man!

He snorted coldly, and had a plan in his heart.

......

Song Zheng opened his mouth wide in surprise, under the shroud of the Yang God, all the wind and grass within a thousand miles could not escape his eyes. He found the fat man and knew that he had interrogated his men with the art of soul searching.

But when he was really surprised, the dead fat man must have found himself, but sneakily touched it with a group of gods.

They were so familiar with each other that as soon as the fat man pouted his ass, he knew what shit this guy was going to pull.

"Isn't it true that lustful people are not afraid of death?" he touched his chin and fell into deep thought: "This guy has bad intentions towards this seat, who gave you the courage?"

He is determined to be a good brother: if you don't clean you up, I'm sorry for our friendship for so many years!

......

Wang Jiu knew that Song Zheng was already an ancestor, and he also knew that he had achieved the Yang God, but unfortunately, he didn't know how powerful the Yang God was. After all, trapped in Huangtai Fort, it is difficult to pass on information.

He felt that Ben Fat now had divine power, and his strength was comparable to that of the ancestor. Your scholar is also an ancestor, but the helpers around me are strong, what kind of scum are they around you?

So he made a perfect plan, divided into the encirclement, and left a three-headed and eight-armed archbishop by his side to help, in case he met a scholar, he was still a little weak-hearted, worried that he would not be able to defeat that guy alone.

The gods and disciples pushed forward cautiously, and they all felt that they had caught a big fish this time, and they must not let them run away.

By this time it was already dark, and the Darkwalkers had gathered together to form a camp, ready to rest. They are already approaching the range of 100 zhang, at this distance, there will never be any accidents, Wang Jiu feels that the brilliance of life is more than this moment, he jumped out with agility that is very different from his body, and shouted in Hongwu's language: "Song Zheng, you forgetful beast, the fat master is here to accept you!"

There was silence all around.

It's quiet and it's something abnormal.

Wang Jiu was puzzled for a while, and then looked around, but he didn't find anything abnormal. He looked at the camp, where some of the Darkwalkers were roasting hot food, some were washing their faces, and some were talking in whispers.

Behind him, the gods and disciples came out together, staring at the camp.

But it was because everything was normal that it was not normal, and he had already let out a loud roar, why did the Darkwalker seem to be unaware, and the gods behind him did not attack further.

Then, everything around them slowly faded, and those figures, trees, rocks, flowers and plants all drifted away, turning into a void of power, and merging into the surrounding void.

He stood alone in a pale black void. Looking down, tens of thousands of feet below his feet was the camp of the Dark Walkers, hidden in the middle of a vast mountain.

When he looked up again, he saw the scholar holding a ring ruler in his hand, beating it rhythmically in his palm, and walking over with a smile.

The fat man subconsciously hid his hand behind his back, as if he had just discovered it: "Hey, scholar, why are you?"

Song Zheng: "Hehe." ”

He stretched out his arms, pointed around, and said, "Come, take you on a tour, this is the legendary Void Battlefield." ”

The fat man shuddered and squeezed his eyes: "The Void Battlefield of the Powerful Man of the Town Country?"

"Yes, you may not believe it, but I'm really Zhenguo now. Surprised, not surprised? Besides, your current strength seems to be an ancestor, I just happened to press you, look at it, when brothers meet, how embarrassing it is?"

Wang Jiu was already about to cry: "Scholar, I have something to say, I haven't seen you for a long time, I have some recent situation of Yun'er and Miss Pan to sell to you......"

Song Zheng sneered, and his mind moved, Wang Jiu was limited by the power in the void battlefield, and pulled up in the air and put on a shameful posture with his ass facing up.

"Are you embarrassed to say? You know it's me, and what are you doing sneaking around? Are you not convinced, and you want to play tricks on me?"

The fat man watched him take the stainless steel ruler and gesture it to his buttocks, his face changed color in fright, and he said angrily: "You still have the face to say, what's the matter with that goblin next to you?

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Song Zheng's hand drop, and the "goblin" in his mouth was standing next to him, his face was red and cloudy, and he was glaring at him angrily, and his eyes could cut flesh.

The fat man shuddered: "Scholar, you pit me!"

Although he is thick-skinned, he still has no face when this kind of thing is heard by the Lord.

Yan Zhen glared at him fiercely, and a golden text appeared in the void: Can I eat him?

Song Zheng thought about it seriously: "No, this is my brother's ......" Wang Jiu was moved to tears: "Scholar good brother...... " But Song Zheng continued: "I can't kill him, but if you really want to eat, I can cut a piece from him to relieve your hunger." ”

As he spoke, the ruler in his hand suddenly turned into a sharp blade, drawing between the fat man's legs.

Yan Zhen snorted and turned away. (https:)

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