He said, "Sir, I think we might be able to form an alliance."
Moro smiled.
This was the person he wanted to lure out for his adventure, a person who formed a mysterious gathering and wanted to take action against Wuxiang.
Shu Zun and Li Changsheng should be interested.
As for how to lure the snake out of its hole?
He knew people's hearts and knew that the so-called method of attending the rally was useless and would only arouse the vigilance of others. Even if he finally got in, the people and things he could contact would not touch the core.
The best way is to let people come to you on their own initiative.
The leaves in the pocket glowed slightly, and some supreme being was looking over here.
"Who are you?" asked Mara.
"You can call me..."
The mysterious man took off the bronze mask, revealing a blond and blue-eyed face of a man from the Western Regions. He looked old, with half blond and half white hair.
One eye is black and the other is blue.
But if you look closely, the facial features seem a little uncoordinated, as if they were put together from two people.
A piece of information popped up in Moro's mind. This was information he found on the Internet more than ten years ago.
He is the Holy Father, Don Revy.
But it seemed like it had been reincarnated, no wonder it could run back then.
"I am the Holy Church Pope, Xu Zhongxian."
The little black man and the demon exchanged glances, and at the same time used their spiritual thoughts to communicate.
The conclusion was reached in just two seconds.
There is a problem with reincarnation. The subjective consciousness is not dominated by the reincarnated person, but half of each other. In the other party's answer, the identity is that of a modern person, and the name is that of the reincarnated person.
Xu Zhongxian seemed to be talking to himself and continued, "I have a great grudge against Panhu, and you are probably just following orders. I wonder if you are interested in killing Wuxiang?"
If it were some time ago, Moro would have thought the other party was a fool, but this time his expression became a little serious and he nodded slightly tentatively.
"How to kill such a supreme being?"
"Can't be killed."
"Um?"
"Wuxiang is one of heaven and earth, with the same lifespan as heaven and eternal existence as earth. You can kill his form, but you cannot kill his Tao. The Tao is immortal, the Tao is immortal!"
Xu Zhongxian opened his arms, looked at the broken ceiling, and looked around at the world, looking crazy.
With different souls and consciousnesses, and no hierarchy, how can one not go crazy?
Mara asked, "Since you said that Wuxiang cannot be killed, how can you say that Wuxiang can be killed?"
Xu Zhongxian's crazy look disappeared instantly, and he replied calmly: "It can be replaced. When his Tao is replaced, he will naturally die."
“How to replace it?”
Moluo asked further, but Xu Zhongxian shook his head and did not answer, so he had to change the subject.
"I am indeed interested in killing Wuxiang, but how can you prove that you have the ability to do so?"
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Tai Pu, and I am the 218th generation Heavenly Master of the Tianji Pavilion. However, I don't think this will be believed by fellow Taoists."
Xu Zhongxian put on the bronze rat mask again. In the moonlight falling through the gap in the ceiling, the mask reflected a strange arc of light, which made Moro realize that this was also an incredible treasure.
"I am a humble person, a traitor in the Immortal Palace, the head of the Heaven Monitoring Department, and I am ordered by the Immortal to create a new heaven."
He opened his hands, his tone filled with unspeakable pride, a kind of contempt for heaven and earth, and hatred for the laws of heaven and earth.
No strong man has ever hated the world. All strong men from ancient times to the present have been pursuing the great way.
Moro had only seen this kind of temperament in the man named Feixing.
(End of this chapter)
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