ps: Thank you again for the kindness of lambo and letters. After thinking about it, it would be better to resume normal updates. Over the past period of time, there has been about ten chapters missing. Apart from working hard to make up for it, there is nothing to say. As for the additional updates, don’t worry, there will definitely be one.

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Xia Wushuang knew a lot about the Son Jesus. The reasons were similar to the Four Horsemen of the Doomsday. In order to find a livelihood from Christians, he had reasons that he had to look at them.

As the Son, Jesus has many familiar stories on earth, such as the Gospel of John, the Last Supper, etc.

However, these stories have no meaning to Xia Wushuang's desperate situation at this moment.

Naturally, Xia Wushuang turned his attention to Jesus' death and other deeds that hurt Jesus.

The first story is the day of Jesus' Martyrdom. After Jesus' death, a soldier of Longinus stabbed him through his ribs with a spear and made up a knife in various Chinese and foreign novels. Then the spear became a famous god-killing gun, namely the Longinus gun.

Moreover, in the years that followed, every monarch would become invincible and terrifying as long as he held this gun in his hand.

Of course, Xia Wushuang doesn’t have to think about the gun of Langinus. Even if there is such a despicable thing on Earth, he still has no chance to get it now.

The second story is about a story about a vampire. This unlucky vampire has a good name that is well known all over the world, called Dracula.

It is said that this guy was a very devout believer at the beginning and spent his whole life fighting for the Lord he believed in.

However, what he believed in did not seem to bless him because of his piety. Although he won a great victory in a protracted war against pagans, for some reason, rumors suddenly spread in the territory, and the news that he had been defeated and killed.

His wife Elizabeth was heartbroken and finally jumped into the river to commit suicide. The unlucky man who returned to China only saw a cold body of his wife. Moreover, the accompanying chapel pastor did not forget to make a knife beside him. He told Dracula that Elizabeth died because of suicide. According to Christian doctrine, her soul could not ascend to heaven, but could only fall into hell...

When he heard this news, everyone would be nervous. Count Dracula stabbed the second-hand priest who had finished the attack with a gun and angrily asked God why he fought for the Lord all his life, but ended up like this...

But obviously, there was no response.

In the end, the man pierced Jesus on the cross with his spear, and blood flowed everywhere, turning into a bowl of demonic blood that depraved people. From then on, Dracula threw himself into hell, using blood as his life, and became an immortal blood-sucking demon.

"Well? Both stories seem to be using guns. It seems that guns are weapons, which may be more restraining to Jesus..."

While pondering silently, Xia Wushuang took out a spiritual iron gun worth 1,500 from the Magic Book, and gestured at the statue of Jesus in the temple like a psychic.

"Don't waste your time, just talk with me, don't let me die too lonely." Christina was still lying comfortably on the ground. After the high-intensity exercise, she seemed to be in a good mood.

"Die! Death! Death!! You know death. Don't you understand how precious a life is?" Xia Wushuang turned around and glared at Christina fiercely, speaking in a righteous tone as if he had never had blood on his hands.

"That's up to you, the ignorant is fearless..." Christina was too lazy to explain to Xia Wushuang, and took a nap on her own.

Huh! Xia Wushuang let out a long breath. It seems that this ** has completely given up treatment. If you want to survive, you have to rely on your own efforts.

"It seems that both stories were piercing the ribs with guns... It seems that His Highness Jesus is very calcium-deficient..."

Xia Wushuang was still weak in her body, but he was still trying to recall the details of the two stories. As a comparison, he came to such a seemingly funny conclusion.

Clang! Xia Wushuang is the kind of master who just acts when he says he is going to do it. He saw him come to the sacred and solemn statue, and he has no awe in his heart. He reaches out and shoots it out, and stabs it hard under the ribs of the statue.

After the sing of gold and iron, only a shallow scratch appeared on the sacred and solemn statue.

Oh?! Xia Wushuang's eyes lit up. Then he continued to sacrifice his spear and stabbed him madly on other positions in the statue of Jesus.

There was a burst of "clang clang clang!", and Xia Wushuang played the gun in his hand crazy. I don't know how many guns he stabbed at the statue of Jesus in an instant.

"A sad ants, is it your last madness to be so blasphemous?" After the reverberation, a cold female voice suddenly came from the statue.

Upon hearing this, Xia Wushuang turned around and looked behind her. Only when Christina sneered coldly, she continued to close her eyes.

Well, the source of this female voice must be the so-called healing angel Raphael.

"But, Lao Qi, did she say something just now..." Although Christina was strong, she was not reliable at all. In desperation, Xia Wushuang had to come to No. 7 again.

"I didn't say anything... Damn it, I still can't communicate with the super god host!" No. 7 threw the balloon in his hand fiercely, and it seemed that there was no way to save himself.

However, although she didn't understand very well, Xia Wushuang still grabbed the inspiration in the dark. "No, she must have said something critical just now!"

"Ant? God?..." As he said that, No. 7's face suddenly changed, and he jumped up from the sea of ​​blood in an instant, and said in surprise: "What you said is blasphemy, right?"

"Yes! It's it!" In an instant, Xia Wushuang felt enlightened and found the vitality hidden in absolute death.

Didn’t she want to recharge the icon? If the entire icon had been ‘blasphemed’, would that extremely pure image be called ‘image’?

"But... everything has to be tried."

With a trembling mind, Xia Wushuang took out a bottle of magic solution that was gray in its entirety from the magic book.

"Lord, for my prayer of such devout prayer, you must bless me... to kill you at once."

Slowly opening the bottle stopper, a terrible blasphemy breath slowly emerged from the magic flask.

Crack! The sacred space on all sides was like a piece of tissue paper, and suddenly something was torn apart for some reason.

Such a change made Xia Wushuang feel a little trembling, but he didn't want to die here just like that. He could only hike onto the altar and continue to approach the statue.

Christina suddenly turned over and climbed up from the ground, because she suddenly found that the indestructible divine realm around had a terrible turmoil the moment Xia Wushuang took out the magic flask!

Can he create miracles?!**The deep and charming eyes are full of expectations at this moment.

"Lord, it's not that Lao Xia doesn't respect you, but I want to live and cannot die." Knowing that doing so might bring revenge from the gods, Xia Wushuang could only muster up the courage to slowly pour the liquefied blasphemy breath from the top of Jesus like holy water...

"What did you do?!"

Suddenly, a woman's scream came from the statue.

Xia Wushuang looked up and saw a string of bloody tears suddenly shed on the holy face of the statue of Jesus. In an instant, the sky collapsed and the earth broke, the sun and the moon became dark, and the space was broken, and the whole church seemed to be about to collapse, and a terrible and violent shaking occurred.

Xia Wushuang's face was pale and almost fell on his back in this terrible upheaval. But he finally held on and sprinkled more blasphemy water on the holy statue in front of him.

One by one, the divine pillars fell from the dome of the Holy Hall one after another, and the endless black abysses were smashed out where they landed.

"Dead Cat, the Divine Realm is about to collapse. Come to me quickly!" Looking at the world that was about to collapse, Christina rushed over and rushed towards Xia Wushuang.

"Lord, although you cry, you will definitely not be so simple and will be done, right?"

Xia Wushuang completely ignored the fallen Angel who was rushing behind him, resolutely raised the iron spear with the blasphemy water in his hand, and stabbed him hard at the ribs of the statue of Jesus.

"I want to live, so I have to ask your clone to die again..."

Puff! It was like a spear piercing into a person's body, and the sound of a sudden flesh piercing made Xia Wushuang's mind feel shocked.

The turmoil in the space stopped, and a series of white holy blood overflowed from the waist of the holy icon. Almost all the black iron spear in Xia Wushuang's hands were dyed silver.

"Divine Blood?!" No. 7 was probably scared by this.

"Look down!"

With a sarcastic shout from behind, a pair of huge black wings covering the sky suddenly enveloped Xia Wushuang's head. Then, a terrible fire of divine punishment tore through the void, suddenly fell from the dome of the Holy Temple, and slammed on the black wings covering the sky and the sun.

It was clearly hit by the terrible fire of divine punishment, but Christina was like nothing happened. She shook the black feathers behind her and shook the blazing holy flames. Then she waved her wings, like a terrible god who destroyed the world, completely crushing the entire Holy Temple divine realm.

"Raphael, don't you come out to die yet?!"

(BC: Oh, it's so unlucky. Xia Wushuang seems to have messed with someone he shouldn't be messed with. Readers, what do you think you're going to do?)
Chapter completed!