Chapter 217

The strong wind howled.

The blazing flames around them were blown high up into the sky, forming a flaming tornado.

A moment later, the whole sky seemed to be engulfed in flames.

Wang Quan touched his forehead. "It's a little hot."

"You won't feel hot very soon!" The high priest struggled to stand up. His expression was ferocious and smug. "How is it? This is the power of God! "

"I don't feel it." Wang Quan decided to play the role of a sidekick. "So here's the question. How did you summon this God? The ritual isn't going on right now, is it? "

The high priest was as smug as Wang Quan expected. "Because everything is within my calculations!

"The lives of the zombies and the cultists are the shackles to unlock the seal!"

Wang Quan squinted his eyes. "So, the village journal in the secret chamber of the village chief's house was left behind by you? Your goal was to lure me in? "

"That's right."

Cheng Weihua looked at the face that he thought about day and night but had become so unfamiliar. He frowned and said, "She's stalling for time. That God won't come out anytime soon! Ah Quan! Let's deal with her first! "

"I know." Wang Quan glanced at him. "But so what? I also want to see what that 'God' looks like. I've never seen one in my life."

Cheng Weihua clenched his teeth.

The look that Wang Quan gave him earlier was a warning, warning him not to act recklessly.

He knew that Wang Quan seemed calm now, but in fact, he had already begun to act up.

Moreover, he was extremely belligerent.

Just like the Saiyans in "Dragon Ball"!

Obviously, he could kill Frieza, but he had to wait for him to complete his third transformation!

Obviously, he could kill Cell, but he had to wait for him to absorb Android 18 and evolve to Perfect Form!

Damn it! This lunatic!

At this time, Ah Jiu suddenly said, "Why did you say that today is the end? It has been more than 1,800 years. Is there anything different this time?"

Cheng Weihua saw that Ah Jiu was holding Wang Quan's hand with one hand and was secretly gesturing to him with the other.

He understood that this was Ah Jiu attracting attention for him.

Damn it, this instance dungeon is equivalent to facing two bosses head-on!

One is the high priest, and the other is Wang Quan!

As for "God" … it should belong to the category of ruthless characters who will be killed in the storyline as soon as they appear.

And by that time, the mission will have failed.

So, he quietly took a few steps back, then took out his dagger and crouched away from their line of sight.

The high priest's attention was obviously attracted by his daughter.

Maybe she felt that victory was in her grasp, so she really began to explain:

"It's really difficult to get rid of the curse of fate. After more than 1,800 years, I was already desperate. Fortunately, God still took pity on me, and 16 years ago, I finally found a way. "

Ah Jiu said calmly, "It's the previous batch of foreigners."

"When did I teach you to be rude? You're not even willing to call me Mother. "

The high priest's expression was a little sad.

But soon, she smiled. "That's right. 16 years ago, a group of foreigners came to Wind Valley Village, and I found a new possibility in them.

"God sent down an oracle for me, saying that I can use these foreigners, and that they can help me break the seal of God. As long as God's seal is broken, I can also get rid of the curse of fate. "

"You make it sound good." Ah Jiu looked at her coldly. "Actually, you're just a selfish old witch. You saw hope in them, hope that you can get rid of God's control.

"So you found one of them, and used him to conceive my body again, and waited for me to be born.

"Because this body of mine not only has the bloodline of 'God', but also that outsider's bloodline. His blood can be used to break the cycle of fate. "

After a pause, Ah Jiu continued, "What you want is this body of mine."

The high priest smiled without saying a word.

Wang Quan's mouth twitched.

Old Cheng was really a tool.

And why was "hell" so lame?

Every loophole could be exploited by others …

Hmm? Why did I say "every time"?

However, Ah Jiu and the others didn't know about "hell". They only sensed a loophole in Old Cheng and the others that could break the bloodline curse.

Speaking of which, where was Old Cheng?

Wang Quan turned around and suddenly found that Cheng Weihua had disappeared at some point in time.

He stared around with his dead fish eyes, only to find that Cheng Weihua had moved behind the high priest at some point in time.

He even raised the dagger in his hand.

Wang Quan: "…"

With a sigh, he appeared in front of Cheng Weihua in a flash. The moment the dagger stabbed down, he grabbed him and returned to the original spot.

"Wang Quan, you're crazy! Why are you doing this! "Cheng Weihua was shocked and angry as he struggled with all his might.

Wang Quan rolled his eyes and elbowed him. "You don't know how to appreciate my kindness, Old Cheng. I'm f * cking saving you."

Cheng Weihua, who was holding his stomach and curling up like a shrimp, was stunned and looked back.

He saw the two pairs of sharp bone wings on the high priest's back slowly retract.

If Wang Quan hadn't pulled him back just now, he would have been pierced into a sieve by now …

"Then what do we do now?" Cheng Weihua gave up.

He slumped to the ground and looked up at the sky.

The tornado formed by the flames had been extinguished.

The wind had stopped.

There was a thin mist around them, and it was more like the calm before the storm.

"Make her confess! Make her confess! "Wang Quan didn't care at all." I have the ghost bride, I'm already f * cking invincible! "

From this, it could be seen that Wang Quan's spiritual pollution had deepened.

Previously, he thought that if that god really came to the world, he might not be able to handle it.

But now, he was extremely arrogant.

"There must be something wrong with my brain. I actually discussed it seriously with you."

Cheng Weihua sighed and looked at Ah Jiu.

There was an inexplicable color and hope in his eyes. "So, you're not my daughter?"

"My original name is Liu Jiu, the daughter of Emperor Ping of Han, Liu Gu, and Empress Xiaoping, Wang Qi. But they have nothing to do with me. This body of mine does have your bloodline. But it's impossible for me to treat you as my father. At most, I'll call you Uncle. "

Ah Jiu straightened her body, revealing her aristocratic temperament.

It was just that she was wrapped in Wang Quan's suit jacket, which made her look neither fish nor fowl.

Moreover, Wang Quan even gave Little White Hair a smack on the head. "What are you talking about! If you call me Brother and then call him Uncle, wouldn't I be a generation lower for no reason? "

Cheng Weihua smiled. He smiled very happily.

"Little Wang, you used to call me Uncle Cheng, but now you're calling me Old Cheng. Don't tell me you're not even willing to call me Uncle anymore?"

He laid back on the ground, his body very relaxed. "You guys leave quickly. I'll be here to stop her, and that bullsh * t God of hers."

"Forget it. You're just a bunch of thigh-huggers. What are you talking about with me about covering the rear?"

Wang Quan raised his head and looked at the huge shadow that was faintly discernible in the fog. His eyes were scarlet. "Just lie down. Watch me carry the entire field."

The fog dissipated, finally revealing the true face of that "God."

It was a three-hundred-meter-tall stone statue.

Its head was in the shape of a human skull, and its body was made of bone armor in the form of ribs. It had six wings on its back.

From top to bottom, there was a pair of wings at the top formed by countless human hands, a pair of wings in the middle formed by countless skulls, and a pair of bat-like wings at the bottom.

Below it were two huge claws.

Behind it was a huge tail that looked like a peacock.

However, if one looked closely, every feather on its tail contained the twisted faces of billions of wronged souls. It was dizzying.

Looking at the High Priestess' twisted expression that said, "You're dead meat." Wang Quan scratched his face. "Well, can you, God, move a little? He's maintaining the posture of a stone statue. Everyone is very embarrassed. "

"God has already broken free."

The High Priestess said indifferently, "This moment is the time to break free from fate."

As she spoke, she clasped her hands together and slowly knelt down. She chanted a rather rhythmic incantation that Wang Quan could not understand at all.

With the incantation, the huge stone statue behind her slowly collapsed.

At the same time, Ah Jiu suddenly turned her head and glanced at Wang Quan.

Then, her eyes turned golden, and two streaks of bloody tears flowed down her cheeks.

Just when Wang Quan reacted and wanted to pull her back, he was sent flying five meters away by an airflow.

The next moment, a layer of flesh suddenly grew around her body.

Then, the burnt corpses around the altar all disintegrated. Countless mini Gales flew out from them and rushed toward Ah Jiu. Finally, they turned into a three-meter-tall round flesh cocoon and wrapped Ah Jiu in it.

This flesh cocoon seemed to have a heartbeat and was trembling, as if it was nurturing something terrible.

"This is the final fate!"

The High Priestess looked at the flesh cocoon with a fanatical expression. She had completely ignored the existence of Wang Quan and Cheng Weihua.

Wang Quan also ignored her.

He lit a cigarette and looked at the flesh cocoon. Then, he took a puff and sighed. "Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu … You really know how to come up with new tricks for me …"