After dying a hundred thousand times, I become a god in a strange world

There are only two ways before him now. One is to continue trying, and the other is to go back and accumulate strength. Depending on the situation, if the son of the angel does not come early, it will take another month to be born normally. Choosing the second way is just a matter of time. This means that he needs to gain the power to defeat the eighth-level perfect angel son with the status of a deceitful god within a month.

The second way is not realistic at all. In a month, it is only enough to break through the fifth step.

At the fourth level, he seems to be able to handle the sixth level, but in fact, it does not rely on his own strength at all.

It is impossible to fight against the sixth level at the fourth level, let alone the eighth level at the fifth level, especially this is not an ordinary eighth level, but an eighth level with the status of a deceitful god. The two are not the same concept at all.

So far, there is only the first way to go, and that is to stop the Son of Angel before he arrives!

However, from the current point of view, the first road is also a dead end. After all, the power gap is too great to stop the arrival of the Son of Angel.

These two roads are dead ends, one is dead now, and the other is dead in a month.

This is probably the reason for the early warning of destiny. When the Son of Angel comes, the world will also completely collapse, so destiny will give an early warning.

Faced with this fatal situation, Fang Xiu didn't feel the slightest disturbance in his heart. He had expected that he would fall into death, and would always encounter a crisis that could not be resolved by death, but he never thought it would be so soon.

Now, the inevitable death situation has taken shape, but he finds that he doesn't feel much. Maybe he has long been indifferent to death, but this does not mean that he intends to give up.

He can try ten thousand ways to break the situation, but he will never try to give up.

After leaving the paint pool, Fang Xiu began to think about any clues, trying to find a way to break the situation.

Memories of hundreds of deaths flashed through his mind, like a movie playing back frame by frame.

After a while, boom!

A loud noise interrupted Fang Xiu's train of thought.

The entire church was razed to the ground.

"Fang Xiu! Don't even think about destroying the arrival of the Son of Angel!" The figure of the black God appeared out of thin air. He was in a state of embarrassment, and the wings on his back were cut off, but he was full of anger and murderous intent.

Fang Xiu stared at the approaching black God, and suddenly realized something.

Don't you want to destroy the coming of the Son of Angel! ?

If the arrival of the Son of Angels cannot be spoiled, why is the Black God so nervous?

There is only one reason for his nervousness, that is, there must be some way to destroy it!

With this thought, Fang Xiu's mind was completely opened up. He no longer thought about how to destroy the picture scroll, but found another way.

He remembered the first time he came to the paint pool, when most of the body of the black god had melted, and he entered the barrier of faith alone, and shot at the black god.

At that time, I first used a scalpel, because at that time I thought that the black God had melted most of it, and he must have dedicated his power to the Son of Angel, so he was very weak, and it should be enough to use the power of pain.

But the fact is that the strength of the black god has not weakened in the slightest. Not only did he defend against the scalpel blessed by the power of pain, but he also survived a blow from Shengtong.

This is illogical!

If the black god really sacrificed his own power, why does he still have such great power?

unless.......

The black god is not sacrifice at all, but fusion!

Suddenly, Fang Xiu thought of the full moon when the Son of Angel appeared. At that time, the black God could still make a clear voice, but gradually fell into madness.

If it is completely turned into the nourishment of the angel's son, why does consciousness still exist?

Because the black god is powerful?

No, it's not, even the seventh-level heart of forbidden deceit has been melted, and a mere sixth-level god can't do this at all.

All this shows one thing, the black God is the son of an angel! ! To be precise, he is the consciousness, soul and brain of the son of an angel!

The godhead is the heart, faith and life are turned into flesh and blood, and the powerful sealing power of the forbidden spirit wraps everything up, equivalent to the body, but there is only a lack of consciousness. The son of the angel without consciousness is an empty shell, so the black god will integrate Chi Shui controls the angel's son with his own consciousness.

Only in this way can we explain why the son of angels came, and the black God is still conscious, because he is the son of angels!

There was no sound later because his consciousness could not withstand the contamination of the Godhead, and he gradually went crazy, and was finally completely assimilated by the Godhead.

Now the question comes back to how to kill the consciousness of the Son of Angel, the Black God.

Neither of the two sixth-tier sword-holding Xuanyuan swords can do it, and I am afraid that no one in the world today can do it.

This is probably the reason why Zhou Qingfeng secretly protects the black god, and his consciousness cannot be lost.

After sorting out the logic, the deadlock has not been resolved, and it is still deadlocked. Zhou Qingfeng's secret action made everything run in the direction he wanted.

This time, the real obstacle to preventing the Son of Angel from coming is not the Black God. The Black God is just a chess piece. The real chess player is Zhou Qingfeng, and it is a game with Zhou Qingfeng.

It is a game between the strongest of the last era and the prophets of the present era.

However, the game is not equal, Zhou Qingfeng has reached the top, but Fang Xiu is still halfway up the mountain.

At this time, the black god rushed over, and a holy light bombarded Fang Xiu's body, threatening to wipe him out completely.

However, the Holy Light passed straight through Fang Xiu's body, leaving him unharmed.

"What! How is this possible!" The black god was so shocked that he couldn't understand Fang Xiu's emptiness. This was the first time he saw emptiness.

Fang Xiu stared at him calmly, and said lightly, "What are you afraid of?"

"Fear?" The black god was taken aback for a moment, then sneered: "I am God, what do I have to be afraid of?"

"Let me guess, are you afraid that I will take away the painting at the bottom of the pool?"

The black god's face changed instantly: "How do you know there are paintings at the bottom of the pool!?"

Fang Xiu looked at the expression of the black god and shook his head: "It seems not, so are you afraid that you will not be able to become the dominant consciousness of the son of an angel?"

The black god's eyes were cold: "I can't understand what you are talking about at all, but it seems that you do know many secrets that you shouldn't know."

"Oh, so this is why you are afraid." Fang Xiu locked the answer instantly.

The acting skills honed by his wife and the accumulated experience of often deceiving people told him that this is what the black God fears.

After the black god was punctured, he was still acting.

"You are still talking nonsense even when you are about to die!"

boom!

He blasted out a holy light again, intending to defeat Fangxiu, but it was still useless.

Knowing the true intention of the black god, Fang Xiu walked slowly to the edge of the pool, and opened the gluttonous mouth.

"Stop! What are you doing!" the black god yelled, standing in front of Fang Xiu, reaching out to grab it, but only caught a cloud of air.

"Don't be nervous, just do a little experiment."