First Charge Of One Billion At The Start

Bang!

One fell over his shoulder and the Prophet was thrown below.

"Take me a trick, a thousand catties fall!"

Mu Fan yelled and stepped on his feet, hitting the prophet's stomach like a comet, and the two once again penetrated through Jupiter's star ring.

The powerful force caused the prophet's body to collapse directly, and his stomach was crushed by a foot.

"Ball Mountain!"

"Split the ground!"

Stepping on the Prophet, Mu Fan stretched his arms to make two heavy punches, which caused the Prophet's body to explode again, turning into countless pieces of flesh and flying away.

But the powerful resilience made the Prophet recover in the blink of an eye and regroup.

"Has three stacks of hands, burst!"

The Prophet who had just recovered was once again greeted with a fierce blow from Mu Fan, instantly hitting the eyes of his forehead with three consecutive blows.

That eye is the prophet's body and its core foundation.

Bang bang bang!

After three consecutive blows, the flesh exploded, and only one eyeball was shining crazily, resisting Mu Fan's fierce attack.

One punch after another, the Prophet was unable to parry, and it was too late to recover.

"Ah..." The prophet screamed, his eyes were cracked once again, and the powerful force cracked that eye forcibly, and blood gushed out.

"Tian Lei Secret Technique!"

I saw that Mu Fan stretched his arms, and hundreds of thousands of days of fine thunder gathered on his right fist, and instantly hit the Prophet's eyes with another punch.

boom!

The thunder light exploded, bursting with endless brilliance in space, and the electric light lingered, exploding continuously, just like gorgeous space fireworks.

At the same time, Mu Fan's other hand was condensed with the five elements of light, and the immortal marks were intertwined, turning into a terrifying force and blasting on the prophet's recovered body.

The power of the five elements burst out instantly, directly beating the prophet's entire body into powder, except for the single eye that was wailing and roaring sternly.

"Human, you offended me."

The Prophet roared, his eyes shot a light, hit Mu Fan's fist, the flesh and blood on his arm collapsed into powder one after another.

The whole arm was gone in an instant, but Mu Fan's flesh and blood sprang up quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a brand new arm appeared, glowing with a hazy fairy light.

"kill!"

Mu Fan's combat power was fully deployed, unreservedly broke out, and used all kinds of powerful martial arts and celestial skills to defeat the Prophet steadily.

Whizzing!

The two of them traversed the starry sky. Along the way, the Prophet didn't know how many times he was beaten by Mu Fan, and he was able to recover after breaking his body countless times.

This guy is very weird.

His eyes were cracked, although he was injured, but he recovered quickly, as if he were endless.

But Mu Fan clearly felt that there was an invisible force supporting it. This was the fundamental reason why the Prophet was able to recover and become stronger again and again.

"Are you drawing the power of your soul?"

After hitting it, Mu Fan was furious, and finally learned the secret of the Prophet's recovery and strengthening. It turned out that there were countless souls hidden in the body of its eye.

These souls were burned, absorbed, swallowed, and turned into the powerful power of the prophet to support its recovery and rebirth time and time again.

"Hahaha...I was spotted by you, but unfortunately, it's useless."

The prophet laughed, his eyes were in the evil light, and he grinned: "I have absorbed hundreds of millions of souls, and each soul represents a rebirth. You can't kill me."

"What surprised me most is that the soul of your human race is truly pure, powerful, with incredible power, allowing me to gain greater rebirth and strength."

It said these words madly.

"kill!"

Mu Fan's eyes were red, and he slapped him twice, banging the Prophet's body with two bangs, and that eye flew out again.

"Cut the sky!"

Taking this opportunity, Mu Fan once again used the forbidden technique, cutting the sky.

With a click, the eyes were pierced, and the powerful forbidden technique instantly caused terrifying damage, causing the Prophet to cry out.

"Ah... it hurts... my soul..." the Prophet screamed.

Suffering Mu Fan's cut-off finger, he even pierced its soul with one finger and almost wiped it out.

Fortunately, its abilities are weird and special, with hundreds of millions of souls hidden in its eyes, and it is these souls that have allowed it to escape death and rebirth again and again.

The price is that a rebirth consumes one soul, and the Prophet's recovery has consumed tens of thousands of soul bodies just after the Heavenly Finger was hit hard.

"Hey ha ha ha, have you seen it, you can't kill me."

After the Prophet recovered, he laughed wildly again, and his strength and aura were stronger than before.

With a hint of sarcasm in its eyes, it said: "Your race is very strange. Only your group of Chinese humans have the most special souls on the entire earth, and they contain extremely amazing abilities."

"These souls contain unyielding will, and there is almost no surrender, let alone surrender to the gods. This is the real best soul ration."

"Eating these souls with unyielding faith is simply a feast for me. Every soul can give me a chance to be reborn and evolve."

"Come on, kill more. When I have experienced enough rebirths, nothing in the world can kill me."

The prophet became extremely weird and crazy, and his words were full of arrogance and disdain, with the capital of unlimited resurrection.

Because it can’t kill, it’s not clear how many souls it has eaten, and it will be resurrected once when it is killed. The price is the souls that are eaten.

Mu Fan heard fire in his eyes, murderous intent, and an unnamed rage burst out of his heart.

Thinking of the countless human souls that were eaten by it, those warriors who were not afraid of death, those who died fighting to defend the front of humanity.

All the dead have their souls taken away by it. This is the true purpose of the prophet.

In order to collect souls, he will not hesitate to provoke countless wars and attract countless aliens to attack here. The purpose is to harvest more human souls.

"Damn you!"

Mu Fan gritted his teeth and let out a roar, and a shocking weather suddenly burst out of his body.

boom!

A punch was thrown, and the fist rumblingly swept across, the Prophet's body was swept into powder by the powerful fist wind, leaving only a huge eye that kept flying back.

It is still laughing and mocking: "It's useless, you kill me once, I can be resurrected once, give up humanity, your soul will become a part of me."

"kill!"

What responded to it was Mu Fan's powerful punch, which condensed the strength of his life, the strength of his cultivation, and the strength of his physique superimposed on each other, blending into the monstrous anger.

With a bang, the starry sky was punched through a hole, and the powerful fist burst out, invincible, and blasted the prophet to pieces again.

But this time, the prophet's eyes created wounds, and blood was constantly gushing out, but they all flowed back strangely and recovered again.

"You can't kill me." The prophet stared at Mu Fan indifferently, shining out.

It's a pity that Mu Fan, who had been prepared for a long time, dodged directly, raising his fist and bombarding the opponent's body frantically, that weird eye.

Boom boom boom...

There were explosions and roars from the starry sky, and the space produced violent ripples, and the powerful force exploded and vented again and again.

In the dark starry sky, above the surveillance, a person was vaguely photographed rushing toward the sun with a strange eye.

That was Mu Fan, holding the prophet's body with one hand, eyeballs, and throwing a fist with the other hand and smashing it down violently, punch after punch.

All kinds of martial arts, fairy techniques, secret techniques, and money-free smashed down, the prophet could not recover his body effectively.

"It's useless, you can't kill me, even your sun can't destroy me."

Seeing Mu Fan's thoughts, the prophet laughed sarcastically.

Mu Fan rushed towards the sun with its main body eyes, turning a blind eye to it, and rushing towards the sun while beating the prophet's main body.

But this eye was very evil, so powerful, it just broke apart after being bombarded by Mu Fan countless times, but it quickly recovered.

The terrifying prophet, unpredictable, is not only able to swallow countless souls as the capital of his own rebirth and resurrection, but also stronger every time.

"Hahaha, your human souls are so delicious, I decided to raise you in captivity, and continue to cultivate countless descendants, harvesting your souls from generation to generation."

"In this way, the entire kingdom of God will have no rivals, and I will become the most powerful super being in this universe, immortal."

At the end of the day, the Prophet became extremely mad.

Mu Fan breathed fire with both eyes, staring at each other's eyes firmly, seeing that there were countless souls struggling and howling in pain.

As long as the prophet is blown by himself once, the soul will disappear, and then the prophet will be resurrected again, becoming a bit stronger than before.

This is the strange ability of the prophet, terrifying.

As long as it has enough souls, it will never be killed, because it can be resurrected if it is killed, unless all those soul bodies disappear.

In other words, the resurrection ability that saved it once is directly annihilated.

"Give me in!"

Mu Fan yelled and slammed his fist into the prophet's eyes. The powerful force and impact caused both to rush into the sun.

With a bang, a solar storm rolled up on the surface of the sun, and it rumbling for tens of kilometers before it stopped.

The strong high temperature of the sun could theoretically melt anything, but Mu Fan and the prophet who entered the sun had no trace of being burned to death at all.

On the contrary, the prophet was suppressed a little by the strong magnetic field of the sun, and his own power was weakened by the solar energy just reaching the sun.

Although it cannot be hurt, there is still a trace of influence and suppression.

"Stupid human beings, do you think that the sun can kill me?"

Inside the sun, all around is boiling nuclear fission energy, and super nuclear explosions generally release terrifying energy, sweeping over two people again and again.

Mu Fan braved the flames all over his body, his breath rose steadily, absorbing the huge energy of the sun and directly boosting himself.

"A hundredfold increase."

Suddenly, Mu Fan displayed his natural ability, a hundredfold increase, his whole body strength, cultivation base, in this instant, a hundredfold increase.

Danger!

The prophet's expression changed drastically, a gleam of horror appeared in his eyes, and he felt a hint of crisis. It was a crisis of death.

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