When I roused the ancient air as fast as I could, my body was also changing at the speed that was visible to the naked eye.

More and more dark green liquids came out of the pores of my body surface, like asphalt, with sticky, tightly attached to the surface of my skin.

I don’t know what they are, but for sure, they give me strength.

Rather than strengthening my body, they are gradually eroding my body, like a soul-possessing body, gradually occupying my body.

“I can’t believe you bastards are so hard...”

I smiled, holding a knife, gently dumped a knife, very leisurely forward a few steps forward.

Before the change in my body, I did not feel half-confident, and when dealing with the Son of God, I was still careful, for fear of a little error, causing the whole disk to lose...

But now I feel very leisurely, really, like eating and drinking water, standing in front of the god I can not feel any pressure.

It seemed to me that it had lost all its threats, and I couldn’t feel it hurting me, and perhaps that was the side effect of old-fashioned... inexplicable but incomprehensible and incredibly real self-confidence.

At the same time, the Son of God also had a nervous reaction, and as I walked toward it, it was constantly retreating, and the tension that came to me was like a spring breeze.

Damn it's cool.

Isn’t it time for you to be strong?Isn’t it time for you to talk to me?

Do you know what it is?

It's too late!

“You... your breath is jumping... this power should not be on you!”The Son of God tremblingly said, and his tone became more and more excited, and seemed to not want to accept this reality at all: “You are just like them... all kinds of inferiors... it is impossible to exert such power!”

“What is low is not low, the ancients and the world after us are the same line of people...” I smiled at the god, did not wait for it to answer, and directly took the knife and jumped up: “We can say that we can say that the descendants of the ancients ... so it is not surprising that I can exert their strength...”

As soon as the voice fell, I cut my face according to the Son of God, because the speed of my shot was much faster than before, the Son of God could not react, and I could only cut half of my face.

I want to say that Zhao Xianhong is also debilitating, dead are dead, and finally have to fall into an unrecognizable end...

The knife seemed to become sharper under the blessing of those liquids, and when he cut a large piece of flesh and blood with bones from the face of the Son of God, he did not feel a little obstacle at all, and cut it down smoothly.

It is no exaggeration to say that the feeling is similar to cutting tofu.

At this time, the fairy aunt can no longer look down, no longer standing stupidly standing next to the war, but trying to sneak attack me.

But every time she approaches me, she will end up in failure, without my initiative, she will continue to withdraw in order to avoid the knife in my hand.

God’s mercy is great, and His mother’s strength is great.

This tortoise grandson should understand that his body can't resist the knife, and the hard-hitting dry it does not have an advantage, so it can only choose to constantly dodge like the fairy aunt.

“Give it to me!”

At this time, the Son of God inexplicably shouted, and the tone was unusually urgent.

Without waiting for me to understand what was going on, I saw that among the old teachers who had fought with the evil son, there was a man with blood on his back and a cloth bag, and he ran out.

The evil son saw that he wanted to run, and the subconscious jumped over, intending to block him.

But I did not expect him to run at all, but he threw out the cloth bag on his back.

"Stop him!" cried I without hesitation, looking at the sack that was flying toward the Son of God, and I was about to jump up and catch it, but the action of the Son of God was one step faster than I was.

Without giving me any chance, it catches the cloth bag and then runs around.

While running, it also untied the mouth of the bag and raised two heads from the inside.

Yes, it’s the heads of two humans, and it’s still the ones I’ve seen not long ago... isn’t that a hard-working head?

“You... you are...”

I looked at the god with my head full of fog, and saw that it was constantly niping with the heads of the two men, and I forgot to chase it, and looked back at the fairy aunt and asked, "Is this the thing?"

Hearing my question, Aunt Yu Xian was not stupid, and coldly asked me: “You guessed it?”

“Almost...” I muttered, looking at the quirk with some amziest: “What the apprentice of the free teacher should say that it should be a dragon and phoenix, but the feeling of being difficult to me is not that, but it is like two children who are used to being bad... and you are not polite to them, and you don’t care about their death at all.”

Why not care about the death of both of them?

I thought about it from the beginning, but I didn’t get the exact answer.

But now I have the answer.

The difficulty of doing the trip may be just a verbal apprentice, and I feel that the two of them do not seem to be people who have been taught by the true story of their own free teachers...

"They seem to have other meanings."I asked curiously, “When you left, you deliberately took both of them’s heads, and it must have a purpose... to feed the Son of God?”Are they both sacrifices or something?”

“It is a sacrifice.”

Auntie said, but before she could continue to say, I had gone straight to the god's son.

Before that, the son of God saw me talking to the fairy aunt, without chasing it, and stopped his feet to eat the two heads madly.

If I had chased it from the beginning, nine out of ten would have to run a marathon, and it would have been almost impossible to catch up with it in a short period of time under the premise of its distance.

So, I can only create opportunities for myself to satisfy my curiosity.

When I was coldly chasing, the god froze for a second, and he would continue to run outside when he turned around, but it was the second of his hesitation that directly caused me to easily push it, and also dragged the head of the trip...

“Damn, do you want to eat?”

I gritted my teeth and scolded, trying to raise my hand to give the Son of God a knife, but I did not expect it to suddenly stop its feet and threw myself at me.

It was a move I had absolutely not thought of, I thought that this tortoise grandson was an iron escape... who could have thought that it would suddenly fight back?!

By its cold so much, I was really a little nervous, hastily raised the knife and waved it, intending to block it, but I never thought that its target was not in me, and it did not attack me at all.

He wanted to steal the head of my hand.

“Give it back to me!”

The son of God roared in a frantic voice, eager and panicked, anyway, how could it be wrong to hear, as if it needed this head very much...

Since the enemy needs it so much, then I certainly can't give it, but I don't need this thing, it's a trouble, and it's disgusting.

“Want to eat?”

I asked, gently, and put the head under my feet.

Seeing my movements, the Son of God also stiffened a little, did not continue to fight, but took a half step back.

“You... give it back to me.”

"I think so too, but my feet don't work, and they say they don't want to give it back to you."I sighed, my right foot gently, like a broken egg, effortlessly stepped on a thin head.

In fact, when it gnashed at the head, I realized that the two heads seemed to have added to its air, and that the breath that had passed from its wounds was almost always replenished.

And why, after eating the head, it is very abrupt sense of threat... as if something dangerous is about to happen... and it can also pose a threat to me...

Can’t wait, that’s what’s on my mind.

But now that everything is fine, my head has broken my foot, and I see how it can be eaten!

“You...”

Without waiting for me to finish, the Son of God jumped right in and hit my stomach with a hammer.

I was hit a few meters away, it did not catch up to continue to do the meaning, but lying on the ground, holding the ground with my hand on the soil of blood, constantly sending it to his mouth.