Whoosh!
Suddenly, a pool of multicolored water appeared out of thin air, converging from all directions.
At Fang Xiu's feet, a pool appeared, with water rushing into it from all directions, accompanied by the sound of rushing water.
Thus, the church now has two identical sacred pools.
Fang Xiu infused this sacred pool projection with a great deal of spiritual energy in exchange for extending its lifespan.
The Black God's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets upon seeing this: "Holy...Holy Pool! Are you...?"
A bad feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.
"Everyone, do not resist. I will seal your consciousness with Nightmare. From now on, follow my orders." Fang Xiu gave the order to the crowd.
"Yes, Captain!" Yang Ming and the others responded in unison without any objection. Only Wuwei and Kongjian, who were not very familiar with Fang Xiu, were somewhat resistant, but they still obediently complied. They could not afford to offend a master who could destroy the world at any time.
The next moment, black smoke surged into Fang Xiu's body, like billions of tiny black particles, frantically drilling into everyone's mouths and noses. Everyone's eyes instantly became blank and dazed, just like the unconscious look in the eyes of a sleeping person when you pry open their eyelids.
At this moment, everyone's consciousness was enveloped by the power of nightmares, separated from their bodies, and they were trapped in a dream.
Then, Fang Xiu manipulated everyone's bodies, making them jump into the projection of the sacred pool one by one, like dumplings being dropped into boiling water.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
The sound of melting continued, and the stunned crowd, like candles, had their colors melt away and merge into the pool water.
Upon seeing this, even the most foolish Black God would know what Fang Xiu was about to do.
At this moment, he completely panicked. He had naively thought that he could have the last laugh after Fang Xiu exposed his trump card. After all, he was a sixth-level cultivator, while Fang Xiu was only a fourth-level cultivator. The difference in strength was obvious, and Fang Xiu had no chance of competing with him.
But things are different now. If we compare the water in the holy pool to food, then every drop of water is equivalent to a grain of white rice, all made up of believers in the holy city over the past hundred years.
These believers are generally not very strong, but they are numerous. This is because to gain faith, the more people the better, and the weaker the better. If they are too strong, they are easy to get out of control.
Fang Xiu's pool water was transformed from Yang Ming and others. Although the quantity was small, the quality far exceeded that of the saints. Each drop of the pool water was equivalent to a high-concentration chocolate bean.
Imagine a Black God who is a 200-pound fat man with a naturally large mouth, while Fang Xiu is a normal ordinary person. If they both start eating at the same time, one eating white rice and the other eating high-concentration chocolate beans, who gets more energy in the same amount of time?
The answer is obvious!
Furthermore, this 200-pound fat man was in a state of serious injury.
Most importantly, the pool of the Black God contains the remnants of countless believers' consciousness, and the fanatical babbling of those millions of believers is extremely polluting, just like rice mixed with sand, difficult to digest.
On the other hand, Fang Xiu did not intend to melt everyone. Once melted, everyone's consciousness would also mix into the pool water and form sand.
A moment later, most of the color on Yang Ming and the others had faded, and they had become completely transparent. If this continued, their bodies would melt away completely and they would lose their lives.
At this critical moment, Fang Xiu scooped up all the semi-transparent figures, threw them aside, and used the Heart of Forbidden Ghosts to form a seal to protect them.
Then it jumped into the pool and began to dissolve itself.
After he transformed into the form of the angelic Taotie Law enveloping the Heart of Forbidden Ghosts, he began to frantically merge with the pigments left behind by Yang Ming and others, and his size was growing rapidly.
Seeing this, Black God was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. Watching Fang Xiu's body grow bigger and bigger, and soon he would surpass him, he felt even more distressed than if he were killed.
He frantically tried to integrate with the pool water, not even bothering to digest it. Countless remaining believers' consciousnesses assaulted his mind, making him agitated and causing him to feel dizzy. But he dared not stop. Now it was a race against time, a competition to see who could take shape faster.
Once Fang Xiu takes shape, then everything will come to an end!
In contrast to the Black God's impatience, Fang Xiu proceeded slowly and methodically, merging with Yang Ming, Xiao Chuxia, Bai Qi, the fat man, the old Taoist Wuwei, and others one by one.
After the Taoist priest Wuwei completely merged with him, Fang Xiu's physique grew to the size of a black god.
Just as he was about to continue the fusion, a sudden change occurred: a miniature angel child, about one meter in size and covered in various colors, leaped out of the sacred pool.
"Fang Xiu! You'll never surpass me!"
The visitor was none other than the Black God.
He rushed out of the sacred pool, overcame the barrier of faith, and jumped into Fang Xiu's pool to begin the scramble. At this point, only Kong Jian and Zhao Hao remained in the pool.
Fang Xiu naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait to die. The two of them made their moves at the same time, but the expected conflict did not occur because one of them was fighting for Kong Jian and the other for Zhao Hao.
Having succeeded in his attack, the Black God quickly returned to the real Holy Pool and resumed his frenzied absorption mode.
He laughed wildly, convinced he had won.
"Hahaha... Another sixth-tier power in hand, that makes two sixth-tier power, while you only have one, hahaha, you're doomed to lose, Fang Xiu!"
After merging with Zhao Hao, Fang Xiu's size increased considerably, reaching 1.5 meters, while the Black God's body had already exceeded 2 meters, with the outline of wings beginning to appear.
"I will not lose," Fang Xiu replied calmly, and then entered the real sacred pool.
The barrier of faith may seem to block everything, but there are two things it cannot stop: the wife's ethereal transformation and the multicolored pool water.
If the water in the pool can be blocked, how will the liquid from the melting of the dead believers enter the sacred pool?
Therefore, Fang Xiu, in his current form, easily entered the true sacred pool.
At the same time, the false sacred pool collapsed, and the spiritual energy Fang Xiu inputted was only enough to sustain him until the fusion was complete, without any deviation.
The multiple deaths and reloads allowed Fang Xiu to easily employ this kind of micro-management.
Seeing Fang Xiu enter the sacred pool, the Black God was filled with murderous intent, but in his gestation state, he was unable to kill Fang Xiu. Now, the two could only see who could absorb the energy faster.
"Hmph! You won't lose? Fang Xiu, you don't actually think that the combined energy of all those rotten fish and shrimp you fused with can be equivalent to a sixth-tier being, do you?"
Unexpectedly, Fang Xiu slowly said, "If you had chosen to seize Zhao Hao instead of Kong Jian back then, I would have definitely lost. But now... the outcome is decided."
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