Chapter 458: Painting at the Bottom of the Pool

The moment Fang Xiu entered it, his whole body was completely wrapped in paint. He could clearly feel that every cell in his body was melting, as if he had jumped into a pool of sulfuric acid.

Severe pain surged through his body, but he remained unmoved.

Gradually, all the skin on his body melted and turned into a bloody human form. He tried to use his spirituality to recover his injuries, but the speed of recovery was far unable to keep up with the speed of dissolution, and even his spirituality was dissolving at a very fast speed.

He kept diving down, wanting to take a look at the bottom of the pool, but the deeper he dived, the faster it melted.

Soon, all the flesh and blood on his body disappeared, leaving only a pale skeleton, and there were still two pairs of eyes, one silver and one red, in the eye sockets of the skull.

Zhi!

With a corrosive sound, the blood pupil in Fang Xiu's right eye completely shattered and melted, and the bones melted little by little like a candle.

But even so, he still did not reach the bottom of the paint pool. The water in the pool was bottomless, like a bottomless pit.

Three meters, five meters, ten meters...

Fang Xiu only had a skull, a left hand, a heart, and a silver eyeball shining brightly in the left eye socket of the skull.

The Holy Eyes have the same power as the Pigment Pool, and have the strongest resistance.

And there is a Taotie mouth on the left hand, which can be resisted.

The heart is a forbidden heart.

Fifteen meters, twenty meters...

His left hand and heart completely disappeared, and his skull also showed signs of melting. At this moment, boom!

A ball of flame as black as ink, like a flame emerging from hell, burst out and tightly wrapped the skull. It was the original flame.

The appearance of the original flame allowed Fang Xiu's head to survive for a moment, but when he dived to thirty meters, the original flame was completely extinguished, and the skull only lasted for one second before it was destroyed.

At this point, Fang Xiu only has one eyeball left!

But he still didn't give up. Even if he only had one eyeball left, he still wanted to see the mystery of this pool with his own eyes.

The nightmare wrapped around his consciousness, all gathered in the Holy Eyes, and continued to dive.

Until now, Fang Xiu has not used virtualization, because he has to personally understand that many things are not enough to just look at. Turning on virtualization cannot interact with the outside world. He can only see, but not understand.

He must have a deep understanding of this square pool of water to make the most accurate judgment.

Fifty meters later, the Holy Eyes began to sting and showed signs of melting. Finally, he saw the bottom of the pool.

There is a painting at the bottom of the pool!

It was a simple painting. The paper was as red as blood, as if it was made of condensed blood, and what was painted on it was this space node!

Blue sky, white clouds, grassy plains, and the tall and towering Holy City. In the Holy City, countless believers knelt and chanted, and above the sky, a huge bright moon was rising slowly. It had already risen. Half done.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xiu completely understood why there was no color in the outside world. It turned out that all the colors were absorbed by this painting. The bright moon that was about to rise was the son of an angel!

What does this mean?

Could it be that the Son of Angel was painted?

He controlled the half-melted holy pupil to approach quickly. The holy pupil fell on the painting, and with a pop, the holy pupil shattered, like a puddle of bird droppings falling from the sky and hitting the car glass.

The moment the two parties came into contact, a strange throbbing suddenly came from the painting. It was an inexplicably familiar feeling.

This is...the forbidden blood! !

Fang Xiu's consciousness wrapped in nightmares was dissipating rapidly, but at this critical moment of life and death, he gradually understood everything.

The material of this painting is condensed from the forbidden blood!

So that's the case, no wonder when entering the space node before, the heart of the Forbidden Soul beat violently, erupting with stronger fluctuations than other Forbidden Soul bodies, because the heart is the organ in charge of blood, and the connection between the two is the closest.

In an instant, he understood the principle behind the formation of the Son of Angel. First, Zhou Qingfeng used some unknown method to steal part of the angel's godhead from the other side.

Then, using the blood of Jingui as raw material, he draws the son of the angel and places the godhead in it. Jingui's ability is the seal, which is equivalent to a container holding the godhead.

But relying solely on the power of forbidden magic is not enough, it requires the faith and lives of countless believers to fill it.

The godhead is the root, the forbidden blood is the carrier, faith and life are flesh and blood, thus forming a complete son of an angel.

But, how to use the Son of Angel to complete the global weirdness?

Suddenly, Fang Xiu thought of the scene of the angel's arrival. Everyone turned into fanatical believers and praised the angel crazily. Many people even had distortions and their bodies exploded. Could it be...that this was Zhou Qingfeng's method?

Use the pollution of the angel children to transform everyone into weird?

However, if this is all, it seems to be superfluous. Zhou Qingfeng can even steal the godhead of angels, so why not settle for the next best thing and choose to steal some strange gods' whispers, which can also pollute the whole world.

Moreover, Zhou Qingfeng never showed up despite going back more than a hundred times. All this shows that his plan is much more than that!

Just as Fang Xiu continued to think about Zhou Qingfeng's purpose, he finally reached his limit and completely lost consciousness.

.......

.......

This time, he repeated the previous operation, turned on virtualization, entered the space node alone, and entered the holy city where the Son of Angel descended.

In front of the faith barrier, Fang Xiu easily entered it and then jumped directly into the paint pool.

However, unlike the last time, the terrifying dissolving power in the paint pool did not dissolve his body, because he activated the virtualization.

My wife's virtualization can even ignore the attacks of the real Weird Angel, not to mention the dissolving power of the Angel's Son.

With the help of virtualization, Fang Xiu dived down unimpeded and soon saw the painting again!

Virtualization. Release!

The moment the virtualization was released, the terrifying dissolving power engulfed him, and the sizzling sound continued. In just a moment, he was bloody and his bones were faintly exposed.

Before the spirituality was completely dissolved, Fang Xiu launched an attack.

He burst out the painful power of his whole body, which condensed the painful power of countless deaths, and hit the painting with a bang.

However, at the moment of contact, the painting seemed to feel the threat, and a holy light mixed with countless faith powers lit up, easily defeating Fang Xiu's painful power.

He tried several more times, but all ended in failure. Any existence that approached the painting would be defeated. Only the Holy Eye could barely touch it, but it was useless.

Even if his wife succeeded in leaving a scratch on the painting, the power of faith would quickly repair it.

The painting could not be destroyed or taken away.

Fang Xiu's eyes gradually turned cold. Is the coming of the Son of Angel really unstoppable?

He could feel that this painting was already a semi-finished product, and a large amount of faith power and even the power of the Godhead were condensed on it. If it had to be rated, the energy level of this painting had already reached the seventh level!

After all, it was a step too late. If the moon in the painting had not yet appeared, it might have been destroyed, but the moon had already revealed half of its body, and the condensed power was too much.