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Chapter Forty-Eight: A Sad Curtain Call


The underwater town of Bozite was filled with wax blocks from Manson's broken body within tens of seconds.

Qi Bing also understood in his heart that Qiang Shayu could only delay for a period of time.

As long as the source of power was not destroyed, Manson could still be resurrected again.

He used the fine sand-like ice dust to propel his body under the water, accelerated his action, and crashed through the ceiling of the church and rushed in.

Due to the flood, objects in the church were scattered and floating, and it seemed like a sunken ship.

Before Qi Bing could search, dozens of Mansons poured in from outside the door.

"The closer you are to your body, the faster you can be resurrected?"

Qi Bing said: "Actually, I have always found it strange that no matter whether the church exists or not, the land where the church was built is sacred.

As long as ordinary evil spirits step in, they will be resurrected."

It will be wiped out into ashes, but you can live in a place like this, why?"

"Of course it's because my strength far exceeds the ordinary evil spirits you mentioned."

Manson said with a smile on his face.

"I don't think so.

Your ability to possess a soul in a church must be related to what happened in 1924, or earlier.

In other words, when you were still an individual, Derek used some method to help you complete it. all that" "You are talking nonsense.

I am the orthodox bloodline of the family.

I am the heir to the aristocratic bloodline with strange abilities and I am stronger than him."

The Mansons roared and surrounded him.

Qi Bing showed no signs of panic: "After the Divine Barrier disappeared, I clearly felt your power.

Indeed, endless abilities like yours are very troublesome, and after your body grows bigger, your power It has also become several times the original.

If I didn't use ice and only used physical skills, I might not even be able to catch your punch."

He said very calmly, and disappeared in the next second, and those Manson punched.

When they came to fight, they attacked each other and fell into pieces.

Qi Bing appeared five meters away again: "But don't you think it's stupid?

At your current speed, you can't even dodge the ice dragon I made.

How can you possibly catch up with me?"

Manson screamed bloodthirsty.

He was extremely irritated.

The other party was obviously a mortal, but he spoke to him in such a preaching tone, and every sentence hit home.

"Your real soul is attached to that empty base."

Qi Bing was too lazy to look at him: "Hum, it's actually quite obvious.

The only thing that has not been affected by water is still there, intact and has not moved."

More Mansons came from all directions and immediately surrounded the base.

"So what if I know, will I let you succeed?"

"I don't want to be entangled with you anymore.

I want to go back and help my companions."

Qi Bing actually said such a sentence.

"Do you think that kind of thing can last five seconds under Derek's hands?"

Manson grinned: "They have been killed long ago, you idiot" "Charlie Manson."

Qi Bing replied calmly: "Do you know why you are so weak?"

Manson was so angry that he almost burst his veins.

He really wanted to spray blood in response to this question.

Qi Bing continued: "Yes, you have talent, the power of your bloodline, and ambition.

And it is precisely because of your bloodline that Derek can sense your existence in the vast sea of ​​people and use your ambition and strength. , makes you a servant, and finally makes you who you are today.

But before you met Derek, you were still an ordinary person, a poor priest who was assigned to a desolate town by the church.

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That is your life, the life you live. " Qi Bing looked closely at one of the many Mansons: "I have also been called a genius.

I have received countless compliments and have never doubted my ability.

But that does not mean strong."

He paused: "If You just wait for the blessing of fate and never think about changing yourself.

In the end, it is just a waste of talent. " Manson's patience finally reached the critical point.

All the Mansons remained silent except for the one who looked at Qi Bing and roared: "Isn't what I'm doing now what you said?

Isn't this rebellion too much?"

Is it too late?”

Qi Bing sighed: "It's too late, this is the wrong road, and the person who led you previously has also reached the end of the road."

After saying this, he disappeared in front of Manson.

The countless Mansons turned back into wax figures in a matter of seconds, leaving only the last one, who sat slumped down beside the base that once held the statue of the god but now contained his own soul.

There was no remorse or anger in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking in his last moments in this world.

All you could see was that he silently raised his head and let out a desperate cry.

Qi Bing's figure appeared on the endless water.

He clenched his right hand and his spiritual power suddenly exploded.

"Ice tornado" The entire underwater town of Bozite was instantly enveloped by a swirling vortex.

What was spinning rapidly was not water, but extremely fine ice dust.

In just tens of seconds, everything there was shattered.

Just as Vincent said, Manson was finally crushed into powder.

All the clones he could rely on and the base to which his soul was attached were gone. exist.

After nearly a hundred years, this skinned murderer was finally executed in the true sense of the word, and his story came to an end.

Mr.

Cat searched the big house hurriedly.

In fact, he had previously guessed that Derek's body might still exist.

Therefore, as soon as he entered the underground laboratory, he fumbled around and looked around.

It was not until Manson and Derek started fighting there that he was basically sure that Derek The body should be somewhere else, and not even Manson knew the exact location.

"Where on earth is this piece of shit?"

He got a little angry.

People who like to use their brains to solve problems will easily get confused when they encounter such a piece of shit that has no clues and relies entirely on tedious labor.

Feeling bored.

"We can't destroy the entire highland, otherwise those women and uncles will have no place to stand."

Master Mao ruled out violent solutions to the problem.

When he was at a loss what to do, Mr.

Cat suddenly caught a glimpse of something crucial.

He suddenly laughed: "Well, I should have thought of that guy earlier":