Everything happened within a few seconds. It was not until this time that Su Zhou's left hand, which was cut off by Sukra, swirled and fell from the air to the ground. At this time, the situation between the two sides had reversed. Even though they had vitality beyond ordinary people, they were still struggling on the ground and wanted to stand up, but Sukra undoubtedly had completely lost the chance of victory.

"Hateful...had a hateful!!!"

"If the new era... comes, my Naga Tianlong body..."

A vague syllable was spitting out of his mouth, carrying the bone-wrenching resentment. At this time, Sukra's life was indeed passing by rapidly - you can see that snake scales began to appear on the body of this tall man in Zhu Kingdom, and then the snake scales fell off and turned into ashes on the ground.

Sukra's eyes also vaguely turned into dragon and snake's eyes, and began to condense into substances similar to gems.

He was unwilling, really, very unwilling to... In the "old era" where the new era has not yet arrived and the extraordinary has not yet awakened, even if the "Eight Naga Heavenly Dragon Body" practices the Supreme Dharma of Heavenly Man, he will not be able to achieve "extraordinary" because he does not have a large amount of spiritual energy to nourish. If the spiritual energy in this world is a little thicker, he can condense the scale armor of the sky snake at the critical point, enough to block the bullet shooting.

But it is useless to be unwilling to accept it. On the eve of the dawn of awakening, even if you practice the immortal golden body, enlightenment of Bodhi will have the same end.

Su Zhou couldn't understand Zhu Yu either. He only knew that the other party was about to die, probably cursing himself, so he simply shot Sukla in the head and gave him a pleasure. Then he immediately turned around and left, making the Bedouin leader who had seen Sukla die before and was ready to strengthen his shield.

——Because my palm was broken and I knew I could not stop the ritual, so I simply evacuated? It was a decision, but unfortunately it was useless.

The third-generation leader of the Holy Snake Spirit Prayer Club could sense that the members of the distant "reconnaissance team" were returning quickly. Although the dozen elite soldiers did not have enough "spirituality", they were not much weaker than Sukra who did not use weapons. In addition, there was also the "snake spirit" to follow, and the young ghost would definitely not escape!

However, the next moment, the white-haired old Bedouin opened his eyes wide, and the blood-filled snake's pupils were pure shock and fear.

Because Su Zhou, who had only one hand and most of his arms, was carrying a long black tube on his shoulder and aimed it at himself at the entrance of the prayer hall!

——RPG!

He put the RPG outside before!

He pressed the port of the left arm that was still bleeding on the RPG launcher, enduring the severe pain and stabilizing it. He aimed at Su Zhou's face was full of madness and a happy smile. He had no intention of talking too much, but pressed the launcher button neatly.

Boom! The flames lit up, and the high-hot flame tail ejected from the rear of the launcher, burning out the oxygen in the narrow cave in an instant. Although the tail flame was quickly wiped out by the fresh wind brought by the phantom of the snake-Orienton, the rocket had already ignited and flew out and began to accelerate in the air!

"Madman, madman! Do you want to drag me to die together?!"

"Don't think about it!"

Seeing that even if he had broken his hand, he was going to launch an RPG to attack him, even the leader of Bedouin, who had been calm all the time, was inexplicably afraid of his crazy behavior. He lost his composure and roared, then changed his secret seal in his hand and waved the snake bone staff.

"Om! Kuroo's flesh and blood!"

When chanting the mantra, the leader of Bedouin bit the tip of his tongue in one bite. The spiritual power bursting with blood and flesh was swollen, and in an instant, it turned into poison, and a gray-green cloud condensed in front of him!

"Miscus in the Poison Abyss!"

As soon as the miasma caused by blood appeared, it began to erode everything around except the old man. Whether it was the remains of two-headed snakes more than ten meters long or the corpses of other members of the prayer meeting, a layer of dirty flesh and blood began to appear on the surface, and even the rocks began to react, and gray-black smoke rose!

Even if the rocket warheads penetrated into it, they were quickly eroded. In just a moment, the outer metal shell was corroded a circle - but the speed was too fast. Before it could erode the key area, the warhead had already hit the green spiritual shield that rotated like liquid, protecting the entire altar!

Boom!

It is not big or small. Under the cover of the fog of the poisonous abyss, a fire light that is far smaller than that of ordinary grenade explosions appears, and then it breaks down the spiritual shield.

The old Bedouin squirted blood from his mouth and was blown backwards by the remaining impact.

Su Zhou was not much better either. He was hit by the impact force and directly hit the door of the prayer hall. A mouthful of blood was spurted out, with fragments of internal organs.

Both sides were injured - even if they died together, if they were in a few minutes, there would probably be no living person in the entire prayer hall.

But, something has been done.

Hu—Hu—

In the windless underground hall, a fresh and holy wind blows.

The phantom of the wetubesnake floating in the air, after absorbing the blood supply of dozens of spiritual prayer club members in the entire prayer hall, was finally completed after absorbing the soul of an awakened person... With the sudden thickening of ten times, dozens, or even hundreds of times, the terrifying spiritual pressure swept across the surroundings, the huge phantom began to gradually become substantial, and a trace of red contained in it began to condense, like a blood-colored gem. At the same time, a trace of divine intention from outside the void, from the other end of the distant time and space is projecting out and descending here!

"Hahahaha! The ceremony was successful, the Void Ritual was successful!"

Seeing this, even though he was seriously injured, his life was not long. The old Bedouin laughed wildly without regard for the pain. He looked at Su Zhou with resentment and hatred, and said loudly in Sarasen's words: "The great existence in the void has arrived! Despicable and small, trapped in crazy mortals, waiting to never die, mixed with mud and blood, and forever and long destruction!"

"Not only you, this world, and this universe, will be destroyed in the future 'new era'. Only us, only the holy snake spirit protected us, can survive forever in the distant holy realm! Hahahaha!"

"Silly stuff, what are you rude like a monkey? Crawl for me!"

After swearing in mixed dialects, Su Zhou was too lazy to pay attention to him - not only because he couldn't understand Saracen's language, but because he wanted "abnormal" and pursued "suspicious and strange stories" for ten years staring at the giant snake with his head-tail that was rotating on the top of the hall, driving a huge spiritual vortex.

Ahhh... so beautiful... so wonderful... this scene that transcends the mundane world and can be called "superior", "god descends" or even "miracle", isn't it what he has always wanted to see and get?

He greedily watched the increasingly solidified snake shadow. Because of excessive blood loss and internal organs, everything in front of Su Zhou began to blur and dim.

At this moment, the huge holy snake, the huge ring-headed snake, began to "inhale" - it can be seen that in the Kachin Mountains, all the unowned spiritualities in the Kachin Mountains were like fireflies attracted by black holes, turning into light spots and flying towards the holy snake.

The first thing to fly is the "spiritual objects" stored next to the prayer hall, sent by the Holy Snake Spirits prayer meetings from various places!

Among them are grapes that do not rot like gems, and fruits that are red like fire and vermilion. Under the action of the holy snake's "swallowing", the spirituality and energy contained in these spiritual objects are stripped away, swallowed, and turned into ashes, while other small spiritual objects that are like jewelry gems also decay into pieces and smoke and dust almost at the same time.

Of course, the spirituality of "holy objects" is more difficult to peel off than precious fruits and small jewelry.

Whether it is placed in the Americas, which marks the "Golden Face of the Feathered Snake God's Sacrifice" or the "Stone Ghost Face" from Moses, they all fly slowly under the inexplicable pull. You can see that there is a golden light like thunder, and the blood light of the ink color like dark night was pulled out from these two spirit objects, and it sank into the huge ring vortex not far away.

The huge spiritual power gathered, and with the help of the ancient spiritual veins of the "Seven Snake Gods Sacrifice Place" here and the help of the void rituals, a small door leading to the "Outside Void" was opened. It seems that because of this, the power contained in the "Sacrificial Golden Face" and the "Stone Ghost Face" were also evacuated and turned into powder.

I could faintly hear the distant sighs, and came across time and space forever.

【Seal, unbuttoned.】

With this holy sound, other more powerful and dazzling spiritual objects were forcibly raised to plunder power - whether it was ordinary, holy objects like fragments of the cross, or fossil-like fruit branches, they all floated in the air, with pure white light overflowing from it!

Strangely, the latter's light overflowed far faster than the former, as if the holy snake had anything to do with it.

[Finally, I will return - the world in tens of years, the light of circulation will come back to the world.]

As the door became larger and larger, almost all the spiritual objects in the storage room were deprived of their spirituality. The holy white light surged. In the angel's low romance, the branches of the fruit tree had turned into wood powder, and even the fragments of the cross began to tremble and were about to break.

And the distant sound was getting closer and closer, and it could even be heard, full of joy.

[I have found the eternal and truth mark!]

However, it can be seen that when almost all items were pulled into the air and stripped of their spirituality, an inconspicuous item lies quietly, as if it was not affected by the arrival of great existence at all.

It was an ordinary round pocket watch. The pocket watch was old and even the pointer was lost. The scale on it was a symbol that had never existed in any language system. It should have a silver gloss on the surface, but now it is dim and covered with a layer of rust.

It exists in a group of spiritual objects, extremely inconspicuous. If it weren't for the spiritual detection, it would be quite magical, and I think it wouldn't have been worshipped here by members of the Lianshu Club.

Just as the God of Void, who communicated with the Prayer Society, was about to come to his divine will, the fragments of the cross began to tremble violently, as if they had their own will, resisting the devour of the Holy Snake Spirit.

And just when it was about to fail and completely shattered into a magnificent spirituality, the wood pieces shook hard, drew a arc in the air, and hit the "pocket watch" and completely turned into wood chips in the sky!

At the same time, an extremely strong spirituality was poured into the pocket watch, just like the North Sea sank into Guixu.

This action was like turning on a switch and awakening something. The rust on the pocket watch began to fall off bit by bit, the scales began to light up one by one, and a heavy breath came out from it, and then.

It starts to shine.

boom!

The silver light overflowed from the pocket watch and rushed straight into the circular vortex. The still rotating Ourobosnake did not notice the light at all and let it crash into it.

Time seems to have stopped.

Then, a sound suddenly went away and came from the far end, mixed with holy and spiritual sounds of astonishment, anger, fear, and inexplicably crazy, and the style of painting changed.

[What is this?! Ah... it's you! Wan Jun... Seal?!]

【Who is it, which bastard put it next to my altar?!】

In an instant, the nearly substantial snake-shaped spirit body was shattered under the dull gaze of the old Bedouin man.

The violent spiritual power swept across everything in the hall.

PS: Why didn’t I use RPG at the beginning? The answer is very simple, because Su Zhou came to save people, not to massacre (just take it seriously).
Chapter completed!