Chapter 16 St. Peter's Reappearance

Listening to Guo Mo's words, the peerless man smiled louder and walked towards Guo Mo step by step, "This is good!" He stretched out his big hand and pressed it towards Guo Mo's spiritual cover.

Guo Mo looked at the big hand that stretched out, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently turned up, "Hellfire!" A black hell rose came from the fingertips and hit the big hand.

With a "boom", the windy big hand was wrapped in the black flame and burned up.

"Ah!" The cyan man let out a shocking scream and roared, "An ant-like existence dares to disobey my will. I want you to never live!"

Guo Mo looked at the ferocious face of Fengshen, and laughed, "Do you think it's the real body?" I didn't expect it to be just a mental shell. I'm afraid of you!"

"No one has dared to talk to me so arrogantly for thousands of years, not to mention that you are an ant-like existence, I will make your soul suffer forever, and you will never be born!"

A surging soul pressure attacked Guo Mo. Guo Mo only felt a dizziness in his head and quickly guarded the spiritual platform and integrated his whole body into the Taiji map. The yin and yang cave opened, and the light won. Soft white light flowed out of the Taiji map, wrapping Guo Mo's spiritual world.

The soul of Fengshen hit Guo Mo hard with his big hand. He thought about smashing Guo Mo, but hit the Taiji picture, as if his whole body was hitting a ball of cotton, and an impulse to spit blood arise spontaneously.

"Ky, there are two things! But this is not enough. Look at my soul division!"

As Guo Mo said, he only felt the figure of the wind god in front of him, which split up. Countless wind gods commanded countless high-level magic and attacked Guo Mo.

Looking at the tens of thousands of wind gods, Guo Mo only felt a burst of pain in his brain, like thousands of golden needles piercing in, and the painful Guo Mo sweated coldly.

Guo Mo hurriedly operated the Taiji map and concentrated all the spiritual power of the three element kings in his body. Only then did he resist the pain and opened his eyes again, and the thousands of figures were united again.

The wind god is extremely shocked at this moment. Although he fell in the war, he was lucky to escape his soul. Although after thousands of years, the consumption of his soul is quite serious. Despite this, he is still a high-level existence of the Dharma God, but he does not want to suffer losses in the hands of a hairy boy and feel shameless!

Fengshen just planned to mobilized the soul and attack again, but found that a soul attack that was sharper than his own attack was coming towards him.

"Wuji is born of Taiji, Taiji is born of two instruments, two instruments of sword gas!"

In the Taiji picture in Guo Mo's mind, the two lights of black and white rose, and all the spiritual forces were united at this moment. The two perfectly integrated spiritual swords of one black and one white with an indescribable chaotic atmosphere came fiercely towards the wind god.

Fengshen just wanted to avoid it, but it was too late. He was hit by the spiritual sword and let out a "ah" scream. The figure directly collapsed and turned into a wind element and disappeared into the world.

Guo Mo looked at the scattered figure of Fengshen and couldn't help sighing with relief. He sat on the ground, but he didn't know that an unreachable green phoenix passed by.

Guo Mo's sword spirit is extremely sharp. This blow can't help but break the spiritual barrier of Fengshen and enter it. It is like a big stick stirring it randomly inside, making the spiritual world of Fengshen chaotic. The two swordsmanship, such as two criminal saboteurs, The wanton rage in his brain made Fengshen have to dissipate his figure to suppress the sword spirit in his brain.

After a long time, Fengshen recondensed his body, stood in the sky not far away, looked at Guo Mo, who closed his eyes and gently wiped away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, "What a pure soul, worthy of my ideal host!"

As soon as he closed his eyes and recovered his mental strength, Guo Mo suddenly felt a trace of danger. Before he could defend, he heard "Kid, die, soul super!"

Countless sacred songs sounded in Guo Mo's mind, and countless sacred figures chanted some ancient sacrificial speeches to Guo Mo. Countless Bibles, Sanskrit, Buddhist language and saint's holy language surrounded Guo Mo.

"Okay, sleep! Sleep! Sleep, child, only when you sleep can you forget the pain. Only when you return to heaven can you forget all the pain. I will purify your soul and your world will be dominated by me!"

Guo Mo only felt a coolness in his mind, and he couldn't help closing his eyes and began to immerse himself in this spiritual country full of sacred steps!

At this moment, a white light lit up on Guo Mo's ring, forming an extremely powerful whirlpool, which sucked in the kingdom of the Holy God.

The wind god screamed and was sucked in by the whirlpool.

A shout sounded in Guo Mo's mind, "Kid, why don't you wake up? Help me!"

Listening to the sudden shout in his mind, Guo Mo woke up and looked at everything in front of him. He didn't have to sweat. If it hadn't been for the help of Elder St. Peter this time, he would have died. He hurriedly asked, "Senior, what should I do?"

"Ky, put your hellfire into the ring, so that I can refine it with your flame, so that I can absorb it!"

"Okay" Guo Mo agreed, and his magic power was mobilized. The hellfire seemed to be free, and he lost to the ring like water injection.

"Ky, that's enough, don't want it. If you lose again, even I'll burn to death!" St. Peter's voice sounded in Guo Mo's mind, and Guo Mo stopped conveying.

Watching the ring keep moving on my fingers, I don't know how long it took, but it became silent.

Guo Mo, who was worried about Guo Mo, saw that the surrounding scenery had changed back to the hall. Although he didn't know how the battle in the ring was, he was still relieved.

At this moment, looking at the statue, there was no longer the ethereal and agility of the first sight, but really turned into a kind of statue. The wind element in the whole hall was all broken and turned into walnut-sized cyan beads and fell to the ground.

Xiaojiao looked at the beads on the ground, like a poor man saw a pile of gold, and rushed up fiercely. A gust of wind blew and took them all into his arms. Then he twisted his huge tail and walked towards Guo Mo.

"Master, what's wrong? Why did you just disappear? It scares me to death!"

"Xiaojiao, these essences of the wind belong to you. Don't be in a hurry to refine them. Protect me first, and you can absorb them later!"

As he patted the purple dragon* into the air, he took down the origin of the two wind, integrated them into one, and kept compressing them. It was not until it was compressed into the size of an apple before he opened his mouth, swallowed it straight, put away his wings, sat on the bottom, and began to meditate.