The statue of the god of Wusheng Lao Mother seemed to become a little different after fusing Qi Linqing's soul, just like a cold stone without emotion coming back to life, and a sense from the past was awakened.

The mana in his body quickly passed away. Shang Biao immediately took out the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners, and the ghosts converted into pure mana to supplement consumption.

Yuan Ruan, who was standing beside him, kept throwing various recovery props into his mouth. It was originally a mana supply that was borne by eight people, but now even with Qi Linqing's self-sacrifice, it has reduced a lot of pressure, which is not a task that ordinary people can complete.

The two who survived were not ordinary people. Shang Biao had the magic source of Wan Gui Banner, and Yuan Ruan was also an old actor. He had sufficient supplies to accumulate in the movie tickets and could barely keep up with him.

A moment later, with a cracking roar from the statue, the extraction of mana finally stopped.

The gravel splashed, and Shang Biao blocked his eyes with his hands. After the smoke subsided, he looked at the position of the statue.

The original stone statue disappeared, replaced by a true golden body condensed by the power of pure faith. It looks more vivid than the previous statue, and the loving smile is as gentle as the spring breeze, warming the heart.

The white lotus came to the world and was finally completed.

The rumored mother, whose birthless mother still comes, still has a vacuum home, but she doesn't know what kind of changes it will bring to her believers.

Outside the Taoist temple, actors from the Qing camp surrounded the shamans and waited for the next action instructions.

It's a fight or a retreat, just waiting for her to speak.

In the war, no one will work hard. After killing the opponents of the Qing Dynasty, the actors in the Qing Dynasty had already completed the main task. They could return to the theater only when this part of the plot ended. The reason why they did not retreat was to see if they could get any benefits.

The same is true for Shang Biao and Yuan Ruan. When the magic circle was started, their contribution had reached the lowest one percent.

Wusheng's mother's golden body looked outside the door, not caring about these larger ants, but instead focused on the saint Lin Cong'er.

"You don't seem to want to merge with me for my reincarnation?"

The voice of Wusheng Lao Mother was soft and she could not tell the difference between joy and anger.

Lin Cong'er, standing on the Tai Chi diagram, trembled all over, her mouth opened and closed, but she didn't reply, but just looked at Yuan Ruan helplessly.

"My mother, can you kill the Qing dynasty dogs outside the sect? The disciples in the sect were killed countless times by the barbarian and pagan lords. Please make the decision for the deceased brothers!"

Shang Biao took the initiative to speak with a sincere attitude and showed a look of indignation on his face.

Shang Biao remembered the naked murderous intent that the ancestor spirit showed to him before. Now he will not use the hands of Wusheng’s mother to get rid of the other party. When the plot is over, if he wants to stay in this world, he will definitely be wanted and retaliated.

As soon as Shang Biao spoke, several people outside the door glared at him.

Especially Ji Sanyuan, he felt even more sad and angry. I think you are a brother, but you want to kill me.

"Protect me, she just arrived and could not exert her full strength without physical body!"

The shaman showed determination, as if he had made up some determination, and said something to the people around him, and then began to dance.

Wusheng Lao Mother in Guanzhong did not take action because of Shang Biao's words. She looked at him with interest and said lightly:

"You are interesting. You don't have any faith in me, but you are so concerned about the great affairs of this sect. I remembered the boy Zhu who I saw when I came last time. They are all hypocritical people. Do you also want to use the power of this sect to do something else?"

Shang Biao's face moved slightly, not knowing what this Wusheng Lao Mother meant.

The surname is Zhu, is it Zhu Yuanzhang?

He was the master who picked up the bowl and ate meat, put down the bowl and scolded the chef. He achieved success with the help of the Ming Cult, but he also hunted and killed countless Ming Cult believers.

If you really confuse yourself with Zhu Yuanzhang, you probably won’t have any good results if you wait for me.

Seeing that Shang Biao didn't reply, Wusheng's mother didn't care and went straight to Lin Cong'er.

As the Shaman said, the most urgent task of the mother of Wusheng is to integrate her reincarnated body, and other trivial matters are not important to her.

At this time, Yuan Ruan, who had been recovering from consumption, moved and stepped forward in front of Lin Cong'er. He took out a dark and ancient long-handled war sickle in his hand and pointed it directly at Wusheng's old mother.

Perhaps this sickle was her confidence. Shang Biao frowned secretly, but he had some hope in his heart that she could successfully stop Wusheng Lao Mother.

"Another fake believer who has no faith, stops me from merging into my body. Is this strange weapon in your hand?"

A golden lotus of faith appeared in the hands of the old mother Wusheng, and she threw it up gently.

Seeing the golden lotus flying towards him, Yuan Ruan spit out a round inner pill from his mouth, forming a shield that wrapped himself and Lin Cong'er.

Then the long sickle in his hand cut the palm of his palm and dyed the dark sickle red.

A god of death with a strong stunning stunning, fluttering silver hair, wide-clothed and big sleeves emerged from the sickle.

"This is ~ the gods of the foreign land. It turns out that you are all those people from outside the land!"

After seeing the God of Death in which plot world, Wusheng's mother seemed to guess the identities of Yuan Ruan and Shang Biao. A hint of surprise also appeared on her calm face.

"Since I recognize its origin, my mother might as well enter the world of death and talk to this god!"

After Yuan Ruan finished speaking, he waved the long sickle in his hand. The god of death, who was standing behind her, made the same swinging movement. A dark space crack slid down with the sickle and appeared in front of Wusheng's old mother.

The terrifying suction force against the soul came out of the cracks in the space, and the souls of the White Lotus Sect who had died before were constantly swallowed up.

The ghost boy hiding on Shang Biao screamed and flew away.

"Master, help~"

The ghost boy looked at Shang Biao in panic. Seeing him taking out his skull, he tried his best to get in, and then he was included in the movie ticket.

The ghost boy who was affected was put away, Shang Biao knew that Yuan Ruan's efforts would probably be in vain. The ghost boy still had the power to resist, let alone the mother without birth.

As expected, Wusheng's old mother was just pulled a step when she was caught off guard, and then let the space cracks absorb it, and the faith golden floated steadily in the air.

"In terms of divine power, this foreign god is just like me. He wants to hurt me just by a weapon he has used. Even if he surrenders himself, he may not be able to do so.

But this world is much more interesting than the empty kingdom of God. Do you have any other means to use it!”

Wusheng's old mother was like watching a monkey show. Her endless sleep made her heart extremely bored, so she didn't care about giving Yuan Ruan more time to please herself.

"It's true that's not possible, so what if it does!"

A light golden whetstone appeared in Yuan Ruan's hand, gently wiped the sickle and polished a golden light into the blood-stained tip.

The God of War's Whetstone
Chapter completed!