Chapter 228

Wind Valley Village.

North Mountain Altar.

As the flesh cocoon expanded and contracted as if it was breathing, Wang Quan continued to hack at the High Priestess rhythmically under Cheng Weihua's pained expression.

Of course, the High Priestess' screams were also very rhythmic.

After hacking for a long time, the High Priestess had been chopped into six pieces.

But she still could not die.

Wang Quan dropped the machete and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He hammered his left shoulder with his right hand and complained, "Why can't I kill her?"

Cheng Weihua looked at the High Priestess, who was still healing, with an ugly expression on his face. "Maybe she's immortal."

There were a few reasons why he looked upset.

One was because the High Priestess was the woman he used to love.

In fact, he loved her now, but he was more rational.

Of course, there was also the pain of being cuckolded.

Speaking of which, was he being cuckolded or taking over?

Cheng Weihua felt a little dizzy.

But he finally understood one thing. The High Priestess did not love him at all. She only treated him as a tool.

He no longer wished for anything to happen to her. All he wanted was for Ah Jiu to be fine.

Even if Ah Jiu did not see him as a father, Ah Jiu still had his blood flowing in her veins.

She did not see him as a father, but he did see her as a daughter.

Otherwise, he would not have given all his possessions to Wang Quan.

Wang Quan kicked the High Priestess' head away like a ball, then watched as her body crawled towards the head.

Yawning, he slashed at the flesh cocoon.

But even though Wang Quan had the support of Miss Ghost Bride, he couldn't pierce through the flesh cocoon with one stab.

This stab was like using a finger to poke leather.

The High Priestess, who had picked up the head and placed it on her neck, chuckled. "Young man, it's useless. God is invincible."

Wang Quan frowned slightly and remained silent.

He was not afraid. He was mainly afraid that he would hurt Ah Jiu if he exerted too much strength.

Right now, he was only borrowing a little bit of her power.

The main thing was that he was not overwhelmed, and his mind was relatively clear.

If he borrowed too much power, he was afraid that he would suffer from schizophrenia. Secondly, he was afraid that Miss Ghost Bride was too powerful. What if she really killed Ah Jiu?

If that happened, it would be too difficult for him to deal with his future wife.

While he was struggling, the flesh cocoon shook faster and faster. There was even a strong wind in the shape of a tornado that surrounded the flesh cocoon.

It had basically reached the point where Wang Quan and Cheng Weihua could not get close to it.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger.

The blood in the sky had stopped falling. Dark clouds covered the originally gray sky. They felt the earth tremble.

Suddenly, the wind stopped.

Everything fell silent, like the calm before the storm.

Cheng Weihua's legs trembled slightly.

The High Priestess had already knelt on the ground.

Even Wang Quan was barely holding on.

They could feel an unparalleled pressure descending upon them.

This feeling was similar to an animal encountering its natural predator, trembling and waiting for death.

This was a pure suppression in terms of rank.

It was an insurmountable gap between man and God.

Crack — —!

Suddenly, a crisp sound broke the silence.

A crack appeared on the 3-meter-tall flesh cocoon.

Then, like a black spider web, the crack slowly covered the entire flesh cocoon.

Without a sound, the flesh cocoon disintegrated.

The smoke enveloped the area where the flesh cocoon was. For a moment, Wang Quan and the other two didn't know what came out of it.

But the heavy feeling of fear and disgust in their hearts made them understand that it wasn't something they could deal with.

Finally, the smoke dissipated.

The one who stood there was Ah Jiu.

Her shoulder-length white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her expression was solemn and emotionless, her eyes were pure gold, and her lips were red.

Where her hands used to be, there was a pair of giant four-fingered claws.

Where her arms used to be, there was a pair of folded wings.

These wings looked like bat wings, but there were feathers on them.

But if you looked closely, each feather looked like countless blood-soaked ghosts wailing and writhing, giving you a splitting headache.

Behind her, there were two 2-meter-long tails that looked like bone whips hanging on the ground, and her feet had also turned into giant, sharp claws.

A drop of sweat slowly dripped down from Wang Quan's forehead.

This was the first time he felt pressure ever since he was taken in by the Ghost Bride.

However, to be honest, he was sweating because he was tired from chopping up the high priestess just now, not because he was a little scared.

On the contrary, he thought that the girl's style was quite nice.

Where did that tail grow on?

Of course, the premise was that... she was Ah Jiu.

"Uh..."

Cheng Weihua finally couldn't take it anymore. He looked straight at the other party.

Although it was only for an instant, he was already bleeding from his seven orifices and kneeling on the ground.

"Close your eyes." Wang Quan's expression was serious. "She is no longer a target that mortals can look directly at now."

Cheng Weihua gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. "Brother... Wang, I'll leave everything... to you."

As he spoke, his hand changed in the direction of the bird's claws, and the skin all over his body cracked, and blood-colored feathers slowly grew out from the cracks.

The high priestess was ecstatic. "God! Please punish them! Punish these foreigners! "

"Ah Jiu" was expressionless, and her pair of golden eyes fell on Wang Quan's face.

Then, she spread her four-meter-long wings, leaving an afterimage where she stood, and rushed toward Wang Quan at a speed that broke the sound barrier!

Boom!

After her afterimage disappeared, a loud explosion exploded in the ears of the three people!

"Missy! Increase the intensity! "

Wang Quan's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously called for the ghost bride in his mind.

But before he could strengthen the borrowed power, he felt a huge force hit his chest!

"Ugh..."

Accompanied by a loud "bang", Wang Quan was knocked five meters away, and he almost fell off the altar!

This feeling … was like being hit head-on by the Titanic!

If it was not for the strength of the missy that strengthened his body at the last moment, he was afraid that he would have been smashed into a pile of meat paste.

Feeling the warmth in his arms, Wang Quan raised his hand, and a dark red blood mist condensed on his palm.

Then... he retracted the blood mist, opened his hand, and laid down on the ground like the Chinese character for "Mu".

He even retracted the borrowed power, and his whole body relaxed.

For some reason, he only wanted to laugh at that moment.

Because he saw it.

The monster girl in his arms rubbed her head against his chest, and then raised her head. The burning emotions in her golden eyes were so intense that he could feel it burning.

"Brother, I missed you so much..."

Raising his arms, Wang Quan hugged the young lady and laughed heartily.

After laughing for a long time, his hand suddenly moved downwards, touching the place where the two tails connected to Ah Jiu's body...

"Hmm, it's just as I thought."

Wang Quan was satisfied.

Ah Jiu's pointy ears became redder and redder.

However, she still stood up and pulled Wang Quan up.

After that, she turned around and looked at the high priest not far away with Wang Quan.

"No! It's impossible! How can it be! How can you defy the will of God?! "

Looking at her mother's twisted, disbelieving, and deranged face, Ah Jiu slowly walked in front of her, and lowered her head to look at her kneeling mother.

Looking at the mother who abused her since she was young for nearly two thousand years, the countless scenes of death and the face she saw when she was born echoed in her mind.

Thinking about the words of the sister in the space of consciousness, Ah Jiu tilted her head slightly, copied her, and expressionlessly said:

"Why ~ ~ I also want to know ~ ~ ~"

Her left claw grabbed the high priest by the throat and lifted her up, and Ah Jiu's eyes were blazing with gold. "Are you ready to welcome liberation, Mother?"

"Wait!"

The high priest grabbed her claw and struggled frantically. "Wait, Ah Jiu! I am your mother! I really don't want to die! I'm sorry! Mother has let you down! But without me, there would be no you! You can't kill me! I beg you! I haven't lived like a normal person! Don't kill me! "

Looking at the woman who was begging for mercy like a stray dog, Ah Jiu turned around and looked at Wang Quan.

Wang Quan gave her a thumbs up and gave her a sunny smile. "Ah Jiu, go ahead. It's time to break fate."

Ah Jiu nodded and looked at the poor woman who was desperately begging for mercy in her hands.

She raised her right claw, and her golden vertical pupils were as calm as water.

"Brother said, you can go ahead."

Under the high priest's horrified gaze as she stared at her right claw, Ah Jiu's left hand that was strangling her throat suddenly blew up a whirlwind.

The whirlwind blew the High Priest's flesh and bones into ashes.

"Farewell, Mother. And … my past. "