Even if a fisherman enters an infinite game, he still has to cast a rod

In the dead of rainy night, an uninvited guest suddenly showed up, emitting a terrible hostile aura that made the believers feel panicky for no reason and their backs sweat.

The inexplicable fear made them swallow subconsciously.

There is no one here who doesn't know this long-haired young man.

The famous dream-walker, CEO of the Security Department, Yu Du.

In Qiuci's eyes, she is a male Daji who uses her beauty to seduce her master and has ulterior motives.

He did not answer Yu Du's question, but asked bluntly:

"How did you get in?"

The strong believer holding the wooden box then remembered that they had security here, and immediately exclaimed: "Yes! How did Lao Li let the police in?!"

Someone reminded him: "Brother Fang, we are now a legal guild, please be careful about your identity."

"Oh, yes." Brother Fang changed his name:

"Why did you let the executive officer in?!? Lao Li!!!"

"Here! There!"

Behind Yu Du, the brown curly ponytail swayed, and the fat vampire lord appeared again from behind the door frame.

"Why are you yelling so loudly? I'm right here."

He greeted everyone in a friendly manner, turned around and saw Yu Du, his expression suddenly changed, his beard stretched out with a smile, and he bent over and bowed like a doorman, welcoming them:

"Sir, please come in. All the believers who entered the game are here. Not one is missing."

He actually led the way!!!

"Luis you!!!!" Everyone in the Vatican was stunned by the rebellious security guard.

"There's nothing I can do. Wo is just a small security guard. He can't beat this guy. For a job that only pays off, there's no need to risk your life." Louis said with his hands spread out, and then said to Yu Du:

"Sir, come, Wo will help you collect your umbrella."

"No need."

Yu Du went into the house, shook off the rain, and closed the umbrella. The umbrella automatically tightened and transformed back into the magic staff disaster.

The crisp sound of hard-soled leather boots stepping on the marble floor echoed over the church, and the young man walked towards the believers in front.

Yu Du asked again in a cold voice: "Qiu Ci, where is my master?"

Facing external threats, Gu San, with the spirit of a newborn calf not afraid of a tiger, said: "Yu Du, you are just a fake believer, how dare you call our Holy Lord your master?"

"I am not a fake, but a servant recognized by the master himself." Yu Du directly refuted the curly-haired young man:

"Instead, it's you, a bunch of rabble let in by Qiu Ci. If we trace it back to the source, you are the imposters."

Gu San: “You…!”

Too noisy.

Yu Du was about to block the man's throat, but Qiu Ci beside him immediately stopped him:

"Gu San! Shut your stinky mouth!"

Gu San stopped talking, Qiu Ci turned to Yu Du and said:

"The Holy Lord is undergoing trials in the game."

"Trial?"

Yu Du's already cold expression became even more dangerous: "Master is the founder of the Church, why would he accept your trial?"

Qiuci was speechless for a moment: "This..."

Brother Fang came to the rescue and said, "It's not the Bishop's fault. It was the Lord Jiang...who said he wanted to go in and take a look."

When calling Qiuci, we use "Bishop", but when calling "Holy Lord", we want to call him by his name.

"Disloyal people should not stay here."

Yu Du was too lazy to talk nonsense with these so-called believers. He looked around coldly and said to everyone present:

"I'll give you one minute, leave."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment. After all, Yu Du's strength was obvious to all. If the black bubble hanging in front of his forehead moved, they would be wiped out.

But if they just leave like this, then all these years of their work would have been in vain!

Just when everyone was in a dilemma, Ying Zixi spoke.

"Yu Du, you are an outsider executive, how can you have the power to let us go?" The sexy woman pulled the corner of her mouth, glanced at him, and saw through the young man's mind:

"Or do you want to drive us all away while the Holy Lord is away so that you can blaspheme the Holy Lord all by yourself?"

This was really blunt. Yu Du paused for a moment and said in a deep voice:

"Yes, so what."

He actually admitted it directly!

Qiu Ci exploded instantly: "How dare you!!"

While he was racking his brains all day, thinking about how to help the Holy Lord get on the right path, this bastard was deliberately trying to lead the Holy Lord astray!

Now, while Jiang Yuan is away, he even shamelessly admitted his dirty thoughts.

The Holy Lord has truly been bewitched by evil spirits!

"You are a filthy-minded fellow, don't get close to the Holy Lord anymore!"

The gray-haired man swung his right arm horizontally, and a white laser sword blade with a cold glow appeared from the back of his hand. He was full of murderous intent and was determined to purge the emperor's side and get rid of this traitor for Jiang Yuan!

But didn’t Yu Du also want to get rid of him?

The long-haired young man held a magic staff in his hand. Dark clouds surged in the purple jade on the top of the disaster illusion, and purple lightning flashed frequently, ready to go.

A strong wind was howling outside the church, pushing rainwater in through the door and pouring onto the blackened corpse of the snake-headed scorpion.

The dead branches outside the door creaked in the wind, as if a group of long-dead spectators were rejoicing and cheering for the upcoming battle.

Security guard Li waved his cloak, and the whole ghost turned into a bat. He flapped his wings and flew above the church vault, then lay down on top of the saint's head. He took out a bag of red popcorn from somewhere and started chewing it with bloodshot eyes.

In the spirit of watching the fun, the little bat muttered excitedly: "Hey, fight, fight... finally fight...!"

The sky was vast and the earth was desolate. In the distance, an aurora appeared in the sky and muffled thunder sounded, rolling in from far away, like the horn before a war.

Right in front of the empty and solemn church, two slender figures stood on the left and the right, and just when they were about to take action...!

“--Zi--”

“--Sizzle--Sizzle---Sizzle------”

The black screen of the TV suddenly flashed a few times, and after a violently shaking picture, the familiar handsome face of the Snow-haired Son of God appeared.

"Hoo...Hoo, hot, hot, hot!" Jiang Yuan pouted and yelled.

He was unaware of the exciting battle on TV and just stared at the screen:

"Hey, hey, hey? Tsk, how do I fix this thing...?"

The screen image was very unstable. In the blue sky, Jiang Yuan was constantly tapping the live ball with his fingers. After several taps, he finally used the most traditional method to light up the little red dot on the high-tech forehead.

“It’s finally fixed.”

Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. Just after he jumped down, he realized that the live broadcast ball did not follow.

Just before the karmic fire reached the ball, a violent heat flow took the lead and smashed the live broadcast ball into the crack of the cliff of Knife Mountain. Jiang Yuan jumped over to pick up the ball and took some time to fix it.

"Can you see it? I was jumping so fast just now that I almost forgot about you." He said to the people outside the screen, and threw the ball high, letting it fly above the sea of ​​fire and continue flying with him:

"Come on, I'll take you to see something fun... Whew, hot, hot, hot, hot."

When he was a few steps away from the live broadcast ball, everyone could see the situation around him clearly and understood what had burned him.

Fiery blue flames burned beside him, illuminating the entire screen with a dazzling pale blue. The wolf monk lay on his back, half dead, with a look of disbelief on his face.

The barefoot son of God was seen stepping on the surface of the sea of ​​fire, jumping in extremely fast small steps, like a dragonfly skimming the water, creating waves of dull ripples on the dark blue, amber-like, surging sea. The wicked fire danced beside him like a group of naughty Smurfs.

It turns out that when he said hot, he meant the molten iron in the sea of ​​fire would burn your feet...

But the question is! ?

Is it just a little hot on your feet, sir? ? ? !

That's a sea of ​​fire!

The sea of ​​purgatory fire that burns the sinners!!!

When they thought of their past hard training here, and the tragic experience of having most of their bodies trapped in the sea and burned to a crisp, and then looked at Jiang Yuan's miraculous attitude that was a bit hot, they truly felt the terrifying and unbridgeable gap between humans and the Son of God.

Especially the believer who had just had one leg sawed off. He was still lying on the bench, his eyes full of disbelief and incredulity, his worldview shattered.

Only Yu Du frowned, his gloomy eyes fixed on his master's bare feet, which were red from being burned and stained with blood.

“I remember…!”

Qiu Ci suddenly opened his eyes wide and recalled excitedly:

"When I was in Saint Lord University, I entered a top-level martial arts game. Under the Merciless Cliff, I spent half a day learning all the unique skills engraved on the wall by the deceased monk. The steps he is taking now are one of the magical skills called [Lingbo Shuishangpiao]! It can move quickly on the water."

Only then did everyone suddenly realize.

As the saying goes, two negatives equal a positive, and when two extremely unreasonable conditions are added together, they seem to become reasonable.

But even so, it still does not explain why Jiang Yuan, who was deeply sinful, was not burned to death by the karma fire.

Although he avoided most of the blue flames when he stepped on the sea, he was occasionally burned, but the fire didn't seem to do any harm to him.

Just when they were puzzled, Yu Du took a few steps forward. Qiu Ci keenly noticed the movement and swung his sword to protect the strange door.

"Yu Du, are you going in to cause trouble?"

Bishop Qiu had heard rumors about the Dreamwalker and knew that this evil executive had the ability to enter the game halfway.

He was worried that this guy would suddenly break in and commit some evil deeds against the Holy Lord that would go against morality, ethics, and integrity.

However, the long-haired young man no longer had the heart to fight, and simply said:

"Such a simple game doesn't require me to enter."

With a slight wave of his hand, a wooden chair automatically moved forward and was placed in front of the TV. The young man bent down and sat down, watching the live broadcast quietly.

It was just that the executive officer's sitting posture was too elegant and dignified, with his staff at his side, his uniform straight and meticulous, and even the folds at his knees were just right.

He just sat in the church like this, looking more like a well-educated aristocrat preparing to enjoy a gorgeous musical than watching a live game.

Qiu Ci breathed a sigh of relief and didn't want to fight anymore. He sat on another bench not far from the TV to watch the miracle.

Behind the two men, except for the newcomer with a broken leg, the other believers stood in various positions.

Because there were bubbles hanging on their foreheads, they dared not move.

"Um... Sir..."

There was an honest believer who didn't say much during the whole process and wanted Yu Du to get rid of the black bubble. After all, it was quite tiring to keep the same posture watching the live broadcast.

Yu Du didn't even turn his head and said coldly: "Just stand there and watch."

Believers: ...