Soon, the Black God arrived in front of the painting. He turned back and grinned at Fang Xiu before plunging into the painting.
Seeing this, Fang Xiu was not angry. He had no reason to be angry at someone who was destined to die, especially since he was the one who was eagerly sending himself to his death.
The day the Son of Angels is born will be the day the Black God dies.
After the entire body of the Black God was embedded in the scroll, an incredible scene unfolded. His figure appeared on the scroll, as if shrunk countless times, like a maggot struggling to crawl towards the full moon in the sky, and finally swooping into it.
boom!
A deafening roar seemed to erupt from the darkness, and the pool water began to boil, as if some terrifying being was about to be born.
The next moment, the pool water splashed and poured into the painting, as if the plug at the bottom of the swimming pool had been pulled out.
A terrifying whirlpool formed above the pool water.
Fang Xiu, who was originally absorbing water from the pool, suddenly found that he could no longer absorb anything. Not only that, his body began to flow into the painting uncontrollably with the pool water.
He did not resist, but allowed the painting to absorb him, taking the opportunity to comprehend the process of the birth of the angel's son.
Soon, the pool water, along with Fang Xiu, surged into the painting. At that moment, Fang Xiu felt as if he were swept up by millions of fanatical believers, with deafening hysterical praises ringing in his ears.
Gradually, the painting began to fade, and all the colors flowed into the moon. The moment Fang Xiu entered the moon, the vast and boundless terrifying holy light, like a raging sea, directly dissolved him.
At the same time, in the external spatial node, a full moon that blots out the sky slowly rises, and grand and eerie murmurs resound throughout the heavens and earth.
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Holy city, church.
Fang Xiu infiltrated once again, and having figured out how to break the deadlock, he still chose to sneak in quietly, leaving everyone else behind to stop the Black God.
Since the absorption speed can't keep up with the sixth-tier, then we should absorb it first.
It's like Bolt is known as the fastest runner, so when can you beat him?
In a 100-meter race, if he stands at the starting line and you stand one meter from the finish line, you can win.
Thump!
Fang Xiu jumped into the pool of paint and repeated his previous actions, keeping only the Heart of Forbidden Evil and the Angelic Gluttonous Decree, and started a frenzied absorption mode.
However, after only five minutes of absorption, the sounds of fierce fighting and the exclamations of Yang Ming and others rang out outside the church.
Yang Ming shouted, "Xiao Bai! You can't die!"
Fang Xiu, sitting in the paint pool, had a sudden thought: Had they been discovered so quickly?
It seems that even the Black God has a connection to the pool water.
Ignoring the battle outside, Fang Xiu continued to absorb the energy. Because he had a head start, he formed very quickly this time. The wings made of colorful paint slowly took shape and were already half a meter in size. As the wings became more and more complete, his fusion speed also increased.
However, it is still quite different from the mature form of the Black God last time, which was five meters in size.
"Fang Xiu! How dare you!" The roar of the Black God suddenly resounded.
boom!
The church was blasted open by a terrifying holy light, revealing the outside world.
At this moment, the Black God had his wings cut off again, looking disheveled and furious, with the Old Taoist and others desperately chasing after him.
"Captain, we can't stop him!"
When the Black God saw Fang Xiu, who was no longer human in the pool, his eyes widened in horror. He didn't even bother to speak and plunged directly into the pool of paint.
Wuwei and the others were blocked outside the barrier of faith, left helpless.
As the Black God entered the pool of pigments, Fang Xiu immediately felt his fusion speed slow down considerably, as the pool water was snatched away by an even more powerful devouring force.
"The Child of the Angel is mine! No one can take him away!" the Black God roared repeatedly, frantically merging with the pool of water without regard for his own life.
This time, although Fang Xiu won at the starting line, he was only ten meters ahead in the 100-meter race.
At this moment, the gap between him and the Black God was like that between an ordinary person and Usain Bolt; the ten-meter advantage was negligible.
As time went on, the Black God gradually caught up with Fang Xiu in terms of development speed. However, Fang Xiu did not sit idly by and wait for his death. Instead, he took the initiative to attack, intending to kill the Black God before he surpassed him.
He manipulated his still-developing body and rammed it hard into the Black God, but it was useless and had no effect whatsoever.
It's like two water balloons bumping into each other in the water and then bouncing apart.
Now Hugh finally understood why the Black God had said, "Don't worry, I won't destroy the body you've worked so hard to build. I'll make you watch as I become the Son of Angels!"
It turns out it wasn't that I didn't want to, but that I couldn't.
After the body completely melts away, it's as if it has returned to the initial state of life, that is, a fetus, or even a frightened child.
How do these two startled children fight each other?
The only way to win is to see who absorbs more and higher quality nutrients, and who swims the fastest to enter the painting first.
In the end, Fang Xiu could only watch as the Black God gradually took shape, slowly surpassed him, and then entered the painting.
The angel's son descended once more, and Fang Xiu vanished again.
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After that, Fang Xiu tried many more times, but without exception, all of them ended in failure.
Is it ultimately a dead file?
Even if a solution is found, it is limited by one's own strength.
But since it was Zhou Qingfeng's open scheme, how could there be a situation where certain death was inevitable?
unless……
"Brother Xiu, are we still going to the West?" Yang Ming urged while smoking a cigarette in the headquarters.
Because Fang Xiu had been silent for a long time.
Upon hearing Yang Ming's words, Fang Xiu slowly raised his head. His body was deeply embedded in the large leather sofa. The room was dimly lit and filled with smoke. His face was hidden in the shadows, and his extremely deep eyes slowly swept over everyone, like a demon from the abyss watching over the human world.
Looking at the crowd standing in front of him, Fang Xiu thought of a way to surpass the Black God.
The Black God started at level six, while I am only at level four. If I want to defeat him in the pool, I must also have the foundation of level six.
The key lies with Yang Ming and his group.
Yang Ming and the others, who were being watched by Fang Xiu, felt a chill run down their spines, as if something bad was about to happen.
Suddenly, Fang Xiu stood up and slowly said to everyone, "Let's set off for the West."
"Yes, Captain!"
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