I, Stitcher, Leon!

Chapter 146 The Game of the Strong
Li Ang looked at the unresponsive statue and Cheng Xin Jing Soul, his eyes flashed a little dazed.

But the next second his gaze was firm again.

Even the "Black Code" has the ability to piece together the body and give the consciousness to resurrect into a dark creature. As one of the best Vedic religions in the Southern Continent, how could it not have such a foundation?

Consciousness and experience concentrated into a soul, which is even more perfect than human memory.

Just need a body...

As long as there is a body, the old man can be revived!

Of course, a conventional body would definitely not be able to accommodate the old man's clean soul.

It must be a body with the power of a monk and a successful cultivation to be able to bear it.

Just as Li Ang was thinking, the golden light in the Pantheon shone.

Some monks used [Return to God] to return to the Pantheon.

But when he returned, he saw the Pantheon, which was more than half destroyed, with a shocked expression in his eyes.

The holiest place of Vedaism is now almost in ruins.

What made them even more speechless was that Di Shi, the god of the gods, was leaning against the ruins at the moment, with golden blood gurgling out, and his vitality was rapidly draining.

On the other hand, Li Ang, who was a dark creature, knelt in front of the statue of Mordori, who had already extinguished his divine fire, muttering to himself.

The scene in front of me is incomprehensible, but it is real.

"Bold, what did you do to Di Shi!" the monk with the rank of god scolded.

Li Ang turned his head, his scarlet eyes fixed on the target.

"You don't seem to have figured out the situation yet..."

Li Ang got up, and the wounds and cavities in front of his body had grown a lot of granulation, which healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, filling up with new gray flesh.

"Run, don't come back!" Indra spoke with difficulty, and every time he spoke, golden blood was vomited from his mouth, and the half-empty lungs were also filled with blood.

It's just that Indra's words were a step too late after all.

Regardless of physical damage, Li Ang directly turned on the supersonic speed.

In the ruined Pantheon, before he could react, he was blown away by Li Ang's punch.

These gods are not high gods like Indra, nor are they as powerful as Indra.

Even if Li Ang is injured, he can handle it easily.

The monk who spoke incoherently was blasted against the wall and sank deep into it.

With just one punch, the internal organs were completely turned into powder, mixed with blood and vomited out, carrying a lot of internal debris.

"This is the first time I've seen such a weak god." Li Ang mocked ruthlessly.

Li Ang took a deep breath, looked at the monks gradually approaching around him, and couldn't help but look around.

The returning monks knew that something had happened, but they didn't really know how absurd the truth was until they returned to the Pantheon in person.

The pantheon, the sacred place of Vedicism, which is proud of Vedicism and can communicate with the gods, has turned into ruins.

Di Shi, who is aloof and worshiped by thousands of people, is now dying and in a panic.

On the contrary, Li Ang, the dark creature who caused a storm in the Blackstone Federation, stood in the center of the Pantheon, looking at everyone with disdain.

Just this scene is enough to arouse anger.

"Don't defile our holy place, get out!"

"You are not in the city of Asia, but you actually threw yourself into a trap and went to the Vedas to spread wild things. Today is your death day!"

Li Ang couldn't help laughing when he heard these visions that were not as good as those of a three-year-old child.

Staring at the dying Indra, he spoke sarcastically: "Is all Vedicism such blind waste? Don't you have any brains and don't understand how you got hurt like this, and how the Pantheon was destroyed."

"That's why I said, Vedicism is destroyed, there is no injustice."

Indra looked at the angry monks, and he didn't have much strength to persuade them.

And Indra also understands that his current appearance cannot convince anyone to flee, leave, and keep the fire.

Glancing at the Hetian statue on the high place, as long as Karasuma does not come back, Vedicism will still exist.

When I finished today, I was only dedicating myself to the sect.

The sect itself has successors and a determined next leader, so everything can continue.

But these colleagues in front of them had to save them.

Indra smiled miserably, and the golden blood flowed out of his mouth at an accelerated rate, almost to the point of clogging the trachea.

"Even if you do something to them, it's a matter within Vedicism. Liquidation has existed since ancient times."

Indra waved his hand, motioned to the monks beside him, and introduced: "This one is not the dark creature Leon, but Rudra of our Vedic religion, who was found and enlightened by Chief Modoli."

"If he makes a move later...you must be in the same school, and you can't fight back."

"This is my Ti Shi, the last order I am alive, and I must abide by it."

Indra gasped with the last of his strength.

Although they just met, Indra consciously understood Li Ang.

Of course, he didn't simply understand Li Ang, but more because he believed in his old comrade-in-arms, Mao Hu.

No one knows what Mao Hu is like.

Willing to teach Li Ang the method of Vedic cultivation, and even fight against Karasuma for him.

Who could have achieved this without high hopes?
Although Li Ang fell into darkness, he was a person with a sense of proportion and boundaries.

"If people don't offend me, I don't offend others."

As long as he is not offended, he will not do anything, let alone kill them all.

His purpose is only one, to find a way to revive Maohu.

Although this method, in Vedic teachings, really does not exist...

Indra's last order issued in the capacity of Indra completely aroused the true anger of the monks.

For one thing, they don't want to believe that a devil who lives in darkness and has blood on his hands is actually a Vedic god.

Secondly, I don't even believe Di Shi's last order.

Actually told them not to fight back?
Isn't this unilaterally slaughtered by dark creatures? !
Even if it is to die, it is worthwhile to die, to die vigorously, and to die in defense of teaching.

Can wait to be killed, what is the operation?
Just thinking about it makes me feel extremely wronged, and I feel more depressed in my heart.

When Li Ang heard Indra's order in front of him, he couldn't help sneering: "Haha, do you think that I will be merciful and spare these wastes?"

"Speak reason and rules with a dark creature. I have to say that it is really a miracle that the Vedas can exist for so long in the hands of innocent people like you."

Li Ang walked towards one of the monks who had spoken provocatively just now.

The dark aura on his body is fully open, and it keeps approaching.

Although very naive, Li Ang had to admit that Indra had indeed taken advantage of him.

Indeed, as he guessed and said.

But the question is, can these stupid monks understand Indra's good intentions when they are extremely angry?
Or rather.

Among these people, who can resist their own provocation and take the initiative?

It's not that Li Ang didn't give these monks a chance, but if they took the initiative to attack and Li Ang fought back, it would not be within the scope of "no one offends me".

(End of this chapter)