Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

Chapter 247 245. Successive Gains
Xu Zhenqing took a look and saw that it was God who was fighting against the opponent, but he was in trouble due to the endless number of black shadow soldiers. He no longer hesitated and attacked directly.

One fairy flower after another bloomed, each petal was crystal clear and dancing. Each one turned into a true form, clearing out the trolls here in an instant. It was just a thought that the flower bloomed and dominated the world.

Xu Zhenqing naturally would not bother to create such a secret technique for clearing the field. When his will came true, the trolls who were trying to regroup began to get stuck and would not be able to recover for at least half a month.

A crystal clear hair fell down, seemingly as light as a feather, but actually as heavy as Mount Tai, like a sharp blade, cutting the opponent's metal body into countless pieces.

"His Majesty?"

"Just continue helping others."

After a brief conversation, Xu Zhenqing took away General Samo's body and disappeared. He used the magic potion that had been prepared long ago in the void, took off the mask, and came to the next mask in an instant.

The body is like a caterpillar, the lower body is like a snake's tail, and the upper body originally has four long arms, and some even have six arms.

This time it was Wang Chao, who used his boxing skills wholeheartedly. Driven by his thoughts, each punch was like Mount Buzhou striking down with such force and power that it beat the enemy into a pulp.

But these pieces of meat were intertwined together to form a dragnet, trying to drag it into the shadow world.

The Buddha's will was exerted, just like the Buddha smiling at a flower, and then the Buddha's light shone everywhere, and these shadows automatically retreated or even briefly turned against him.

Just like this, he punched, was trapped, was saved, punched, was trapped, was saved... The Tao was an infinite cycle, which not only did not wear down Wang Chao's sharpness, but instead allowed him to enter the mysterious enlightenment.

Xu Zhenqing did not disturb the other party, but instead held General Lei Su back. He was not in a hurry to deal with the other party, so as not to interrupt Wang Chao's enlightenment.

Finally, Wang Chao's mind truly began to interfere with matter.

This action does not require any energy. The mind manifests in the material world, and precisely because it does not require energy, it is indestructible and immortal.

His thoughts were so vast that they could fill half of an ordinary planet, or even one.

Because he doesn't need energy or a physical body, he can jump around with his thoughts, and his thoughts can descend to various places, surrounding and killing the shadow soldiers in turn.

Xu Zhenqing knew that after the manifestation of the divine, the soul would look back to the void world and manifest the material world, and would no longer have any karmic entanglement with the secular world.

If one is promoted to a saint, his body can become a cave, a small world, a small universe. This is the level of stepping into the sainthood on the spiritual avenue. It is extremely difficult to kill, and even some ordinary quasi-emperors will fail.

"I have seen through the success and failure of the universe, and my mind has penetrated all dimensions. Even if a catastrophe comes, my mind will remain indestructible." Xu Zhenqing observed the other party's soul through the meme, and finally expressed his own opinion.

"In that case, I've had enough fun." Xu Zhenqing casually took off his mask and said, "Wang Chao, just focus on consolidating your cultivation. Leave the rest to me."

Wang Chao nodded and chose to believe Xu Zhenqing's words. Having just stepped into this realm, he continued to inject his will into more dimensions so that he could mobilize more power.

The next mask was chosen, the owner of the Shadow Eater, General Mingta.

Since Xu Zhenqing dealt with the Shadow-Eating Soldiers at the very beginning, Mingta was like a commander without troops, lying in wait everywhere to prevent himself from being taken over by others.

The other party came to Europe, fought with the Nordic goddess, and then came to Daolong's residence by chance. Daolong confronted the other party, one of whom had no magic potion and the other had no soldiers. It was like a stick against a wolf, and he was afraid of both sides.

Gan Wencui stood in front. Daolong was the first to see through Mingta's predicament. He raised his staff and fired magic shells like a machine gun. Mingta dodged back and forth and had to fight hand-to-hand with Gan Wencui, looking extremely embarrassed.

Daolong took advantage of his home field advantage and trapped his opponent in the mud with a black magic circle, which was covered with dense protective magic to prevent him from breaking free.

"The power of the mask." Daolong stretched out his palm with a small mouth, wanting to devour the power of the mask. Mingta stretched out his head and was about to bite him, but Daolong dodged it.

"Wait, this mask belongs to me." Xu Zhenqing interrupted Daolong's actions, put the prepared magic potion in place, and then reached out to take off the mask.

"It's you again. You haven't paid me back what you owed me, and now you come to rob me again." Daolong was extremely angry. His strange-colored eyes rolled around, and his white hair was blown by the wind, but the staff in his hand was firmly pressed to the ground, and he didn't even dare to use magic.

Mingta couldn't kill him, but Xu Zhenqing could. Daolong was aware of this.

"Well, let's do this. I thought about the god-making plan I told you about back then, and it's actually quite feasible. I'll provide you with hundreds of life planets then. Are you still afraid that you won't be able to become a god?" Xu Zhenqing continued to paint a rosy picture. It would take a long time to colonize the Earth's interstellar space, at least the Black Dragon Mountain Empire had to be dealt with.

Although Daolong is a little old man, he is not really unwilling to obtain any information. However, he cannot be beaten. Xu Zhenqing handed it to him and came to the steps. He took it down and said, "It's a deal."

Xu Zhenqing looked at the angry Daolong without paying too much attention and headed to the next disaster area where the three masks gathered together.

Clamp Shadow Mask, Scythe Shadow Mask, Flying Shadow Mask.

This is the capital of Daqian. The huge Seraphim is waving its fierce wings, attached with scorching flames, putting out fires everywhere. People are constantly shouting their real names, and the Seraphim's clones are descending.

"You, the angel of disaster, whose body is forged from the spirits of all creation, are the sword of God that burns away filth."

“God, save your servant!”

The followers of the Truth Church, who were kneeling on the ground, began to perform collective sacrifices under the leadership of the bishop, allowing the incarnation of the Seraph to descend.

The Seraph said playfully, "This evil seems worth fighting."

They attach themselves to the believers and work together to fight against various shadow creatures. There is even a black and gold phoenix here, roaring to the sky.

Xu Zhenqing was not in a hurry to rescue him, as he wanted to see the current quality of the bishop.

This person is the son of old John. John is the true elder of the true bishops. His son also became a bishop because of his merits and practiced Xu Zhenqing's curse path.

John looked at the black-gold phoenix in front of him with a solemn expression. Holding the holy sword, he fought and retreated without getting entangled. With the help of the fire blessed by the Seraph, he made the opponent afraid to attack.

The two sides continued to fight on the battlefield, with sword energy flying everywhere. The wings of the black-gold phoenix were sharper than the holy sword, and when it came into close combat with the holy sword, it actually made a gap in the holy sword.

The god of the holy sword was crying. John had no energy and divine power, and was unable to protect the holy soldiers, which made the holy soldiers very passive. However, John was not nervous because the palace was behind him and he had the dragon energy at his back. Even if he was not strong enough, he could retreat in time.

(End of this chapter)