Chapter 522: Can't Keep Calm Jiang Chen

From this ugly spirit, whose flesh and blood resembled rotten mud, an extremely powerful, mixed, and strange aura gradually erupted. It was illusory, untouchable, and lofty...

It had no expression on its face, as if it were looking at everyone at once.

The bodies of all the kings stiffened briefly.

"Is this... a believer in the Dream Realm?"

"I've fought against powerful warriors from this lineage in the Gods Organization, but they didn't seem to have such a terrifying aura when they were alive!"

"Salstor, the Lord of Dreams, is very special. His followers regard the human world as a divine dream and believe that after death, people will fall into a nightmare from which they can never wake up."

"They believe that death is the best way to get closer to Salstor, so after death, the corpse often undergoes various strange changes!"

Someone who knew the truth was hiding in the dark and speaking. The kings turned their heads to look for him, but could not find who was speaking.

"It depends on how Quito responds."

Everyone watched coldly.

The king of the Saints Organization was no simple being either. After seeing this rotten spirit, his expression remained calm. His holy weapon was a temple hammer, as heavy as a mountain, with countless holy patterns engraved on it, all of which lit up at this moment.

An inviolable sacred aura enveloped Quito.

The burly old man sneered, muttered something, and swung the Temple Hammer with one hand.

"Under the judgment of the Holy Spirit, all sins will be exposed!"

"puff"

With one blow of the hammer, the muddy spirit was smashed into real meat paste on the spot.

The kings present seemed to have noticed something and all withdrew.

Quito's face also changed. He swung a hammer with his backhand and hit behind him. A mud spirit appeared there and reached out to grab his back.

It was as if the scene of smashing his opponent just now was just a dream, and the real opponent had already attacked from behind.

"No! That's not right!"

Suddenly, Quito stopped what he was doing, and a fiery red holy light burst out from his eyes, with a terrifying pressure.

He stared intently at the muddy spirit in front of him, uttering each word with a firm voice: "You cannot escape the judgment of the Holy Spirit. You have already died. This is just a dream!"

As soon as the words fell.

The scene before my eyes suddenly became distorted.

The mud spirit behind him turned into a blond lion youth, who was the greatest hope of the Saints organization in this generation and almost died under his hammer.

Quito was also frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Gray, why are you here?"

"Elder, I don't know either. I was just chasing a spirit and unknowingly stepped into the depths of the Valley of the Gods." Gray was a little confused: "What happened?"

Quito shook his head. "It's alright. I saw through a monster's dream. It's dead."

After he finished speaking, he turned around calmly.

"Bang"

There was a loud bang.

In front of him, the mud monster slowly emerged and then exploded.

Quito picked up all the soul fragments, glanced coldly at the kings around him, and walked out of the valley with Gray. He wanted to send this genius of the organization back home first.

The remaining kings all showed thoughtful expressions.

"What a strange ability! If you believe the Dream Apostle's illusions, you'll probably be trapped in its dreams forever."

"Quito is no ordinary person either. The Saints' powerful members have minds as strong as monsters, so they are not affected by him!"