Chapter 155: Judas, who merged with the Twelve Apostles of God and the Tree of Eden, Qin Ye smiled without saying a word (2/2)



Those who are not aware of the situation may think that Eastern myths have invaded the West.

at this time.

Due to the strength of the incarnation of Zhenwu, Judas did not have the upper hand, and the battle was tense for a while, but then the voice of the Black City God came.

"Um?"

Judas glanced towards the Black City God.

Next second.

Judas drove three of God's disciples without hesitation to meet Qin Ye's light and shadow, and said.

"Don't delay here. Don't forget the purpose of my waiting today."

"I know."

The Black City God replied.

In response to Judas's assistance, the Black City God said nothing. He opened his mouth and roared like a dragon, summoning a violent storm, lightning and thunder, and shifted his focus from Qin Yeguangying to look at Professor Chen.

"Western God, do you look down on me too much? You fight me and even want to help your accomplices."

The Dharma image of the incarnation of Zhenwu spoke to the heaven and earth.

Judas simply replied.

"Special creature from the East, I acknowledge your strength, but you may not be able to stop me from doing anything I want to do."

Judah said as he glanced at Qin Yeguang and shadow.

In the field of vision.

Qin Ye Guangying was surrounded by three disciples of God and was infected by them. Qin Ye Guangying did the same as before, absorbing the infected light and shadow bodies and re-condensing a new light and shadow body.

Seeing this.

Judas immediately waved his hand and separated two more disciples of God, who flew towards Qin Ye's light and shadow.

The other side.

"Master, I'm here to help you."

The man in black fog's expression changed when he saw this.

Professor Chen might not be able to tell the strength of the situation, but the man in the black fog knew that with the 10 disciples of God besieging Qin Yeguangying, it was easier than dealing with the Black City God.

Qin Ye's movements were now hindered, and he was faintly suppressed by a disciple of God.

But just as the man in black fog was about to take action.

Qin Ye's voice came.

"Xiao Hei, focus on your side. I can handle this side."

"But……"

The man in the black mist was about to respond when Judas interrupted him.

Judah Road.

"Whether it was in ancient times or today, Eastern creatures are always arrogant and overestimate themselves."

As Judas spoke, he absorbed the remaining six disciples of God beside him into his body. An uncomfortable dark sacred aura surged, and at this moment, an ancient tree appeared behind him.

The trees are as tall as the sky.

It is as tall as the Dharma image of Zhenwu’s incarnation.

As the ancient tree appeared, apple-shaped fruits with distinct black and gold colors appeared on the tree.

"The tree of the knowledge of good and evil in the Garden of Eden."

The Pope's expression changed as he recognized the ancient tree.

At the same time.

Judas' voice continued to come.

"King of the Night, although I don't know what kind of Eastern magic you are using, your current strength, in my opinion, is not enough to suppress Beelzebub. Your current strength is not all."

"If you can't even unleash your full strength against Beelzebub, how can you possibly handle the Twelve Apostles? But that's good too. If you can't unleash your full strength, it will be easier for us to infect you."

Having said this, the twelve disciples were once again infected by Qin Ye's light and shadow.

Judas then said.

"After all, you're not an infected being, nor a special being like the incarnation of Zhenwu. You can't offer infinite healing. You're just using Eastern immortal techniques, but there will always be a point where your immortal techniques run out of power. You might be able to heal if you're infected once or ten times, but what about a thousand times?"

now.

Listen to Judas' words.

The man in black mist's face darkened, and what he said was exactly what he wanted to say.

But the other side.

Qin Yeguangying looked at Judas.

"You're right. There are many Eastern immortal arts. Casting a spell only consumes a moment of divine power. But I may be an exception..."

At the same time.

The underworld, the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld.

As Qin Ye said this, he subconsciously looked towards the Eighteen Layers of Hell in front of him. He looked at the vast land of the Eighteen Layers of Hell in front of him, and then looked at the clay doll made of the mud of the Eighteen Layers of Hell in his hand.

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