Chapter 871 Under the Flowing Water, the Burning Sky (2nd Update!)

At the same time, in a corner of the multiverse

"Hold your breath and feel the spirit in the water..."

"Everything is watching in the water, so you are not afraid of the long night..."

Franze knelt in front of the trickling water, trying to listen to the voice of all things.

The black cloth in front of his eyes blocked his eyes and ears, so he could let his mind converge in the depths of his heart.

Gradually, Franze heard a clear call.

It was like the whisper of a lover's love, and it was like the call of a family member's love.

Is that the voice of all things?

Franze tried to get closer to that attachment.

However, the next moment, the black cloth in front of him was suddenly lifted.

The overly bright light instantly made him out of that quiet state.

After the sudden anger in his heart, Franze saw the existence of the black cloth being lifted, and his expression suddenly became respectful:

"Master."

And soon, Franze realized what happened:

"... Are those foreign demons?"

The old monk in front of him nodded when he heard it.

On that face that was as rough and full of wrinkles as a tree, there were a pair of eyes as calm as water.

"That evil god is still trying to deceive our minds..."

The old monk was filled with an unknown worry as he spoke.

His mind was as clear as water, but at this moment, it was inevitable that there were some ripples.

Seeing this, Franze stepped forward to comfort him:

"You have done well enough, we can finally defeat it."

Franze looked at his master.

This monk who was once unknown, when his life was approaching the 80th year.

Finally, because he exposed the conspiracy of the foreign gods in one fell swoop, he became known to the world and was regarded as the backbone of the southern country by the major churches.

Time and again, in front of the door leading to the depths of the soul of all things, they resisted the evil god's invasion with all his might.

The old monk was obviously not so optimistic:

"It is not a stubborn god - I always feel that it is seeking another dark power..."

Just when Franze tried to say something, he saw his master's face suddenly become solemn.

It was a solemnity that Franze had never seen before, and it was filled with a rare fierce murderous intent as a listener of the voice of all things.

"Go tell the popes that it is a war..."

The old monk stood up suddenly and pushed Franze forward.

France didn't even have time to say anything, he only felt the light and shadow around him change.

When he regained his senses, he found that he was lying in a church with a blank face.

At this moment, a group of believers were performing religious ceremonies.

Seeing Franze suddenly appear, the believers were also stunned.

Fran, who had reacted, shouted:

"War..."

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"You see, rejecting me will only lead to more painful destruction..."

"You will see your kingdom and people tremble in the face of unrivaled power, and you will witness your faith and attachment torn apart in the face of the darkness that destroys everything..."

"You will...suffer in regret..."

The old monk sat cross-legged on the flowing water, and a dark shadow emerged behind him.

It was whispering, it was stating...

The old monk suddenly opened his eyes, but did not look back.

There seemed to be some other fluctuations in his calm eyes:

"I thought you would appear earlier."

"It seems that you are in trouble..."

The old monk's words immediately led to a silence.

As if an unwilling poisonous snake licked its fangs, the dark shadow began to speak again:

"The void will engulf your world, leaving no debris behind."

"And you... a mortal who is struggling to survive in the spiritual remnants of a destroyed world, what else can you do?"

"The promise I made to you before is still valid now - you still have a chance to turn the tide."

"Alive or dead, false or real, what difference does it make to you who exist in the spiritual world?"

"For those mortals who can't distinguish everything, it is a gift..."

The old monk smiled when he heard this:

"To me, you are indeed powerful."

Hearing this, the shadow behind the old monk nodded with satisfaction.

Then the next moment, the old monk said again:

"Fortunately, you are not that smart..."

"Really? Then let my great demon tell you - what is called 'smart'..."

The dark shadow seemed to be angered by the old monk's words, and it dissipated in the next moment.

The old monk vaguely smelled something burning.

Then, indescribable fear and trembling, unclear blood and death, like the sudden dark clouds, surged over the sky and covered the sun!

In a trance, the originally calm water in front suddenly turned red!

It seemed that the whole world was burning in an instant!

The old monk's calm eyes gradually became brighter.

He stared at the surging water, as if something huge was about to emerge from it!

The evil god's great demon?

The old monk clenched the weapon in his hand.

In this land, he was not afraid of all darkness and evil.

Even if he turned into a soulless dry stone, he would guard the door to all things.

As time passed, all the waters began to roll!

The strong smell of death made the old monk unable to believe in the corresponding killing and karma.

However, this made him less vigilant.

In his clear mind, the voice of all things gave him a revelation:

Evil gods like that cannot control such dangerous existences...

Even if it is a short interaction, it will not exist in the form of domination.

So, under the gaze of the old monk, a magnificent figure that he had never seen before suddenly emerged under the flowing water!

Behind him was a burning scorched earth, and the whole world turned red under his magnificent body!

There are no more words to describe the other party's condensation from "illusion" to "reality".

It was the most intense and intuitive impact at the level of will!

In the calm world like flowing water, a storm suddenly rose.

In the sudden strong wind, the old monk's robe was blown by the wind.

In this way, he was able to see the figure of the sky-supporting god...

Although their eyes did not meet, the old monk could feel the other party's gaze as if it was real.

"You are not the great demon controlled by the evil god as the evil god said."

Under the impact that was enough to make most mortals lose consciousness instantly, the old monk slowly spoke.

The old monk's words led to a brief silence from the other party.

And in the world of the mind, the manic flame that suddenly rose to the point that it seemed to blind people, the old monk knew that the other party's consciousness was obviously not as calm as it appeared.

"Was it born here?"

Not long after, a thunderous voice came from the sky.

The old monk shook his head immediately after hearing this:

"Like you, it came from an unknown foreign land."

"Then it should die!"