"That woman Saran sent you to kill me? Does she know what she is doing?" Leng Jue asked.
The ghost responded to him with a series of shadowy daggers hidden in the aura of death.
Seeing this, Leng Jue's face changed.
The previous death aura was very weak, but when Ming Ling made his move, the semi-forbidden spell-level aura instantly pressed heavily on him.
A semi-forbidden spell? How is that possible?
In his impression, Saran's guardian disciple had always been supported by the power of faith, and his own cultivation was only at the full level of the four-element super level.
This is the Demon City. Leng Jue believes that Ming Ling dare not burst out with the power of faith, otherwise it will attract the forbidden spell wizard of the Demon City to take action.
But now, she has actually broken through to the semi-forbidden spell level.
Not daring to hesitate any longer, Leng Jue opened his mouth and absorbed something between heaven and earth.
Behind him, masks that emitted the cries of ghost babies appeared. Each mask contained a huge amount of evil power, which actually blocked all the shadowy daggers that were stabbing at Leng Jue.
Immediately afterwards, the ghost face opened its mouth and madly absorbed the evil power between heaven and earth.
A ghostly red light enveloped him, and Leng Jue's young body gradually began to grow.
His bones made noises, as if something was trying to break out of his body.
Leng Jue's original body was completely broken into pieces, and was replaced by a monster that was nearly ten meters tall!
He had two towering horns on his forehead and a lantern-shaped eye between the horns, emitting a fierce light completely different from the other two eyes.
However, after his transformation, Leng Jue's first thought was to run, and how to escape.
He, Leng Jue, is good at scheming and playing with people's hearts. In terms of combat, his burst of power of faith can indeed crush many enemies, but he can definitely not compete with the top wizards under the forbidden spell!
At this time, Leng Jue caught a glimpse of a young man in a black windbreaker on the roof of the villa looking up at him.
He was stunned. When was this person there? And he looked so familiar.
"Ahhhhhh!!!" The screams of Unas, the beautiful woman with golden eyes, came from under her feet.
When Leng Jue reacted, her body had been corroded beyond recognition by the aura of death and her body parts were torn apart.
Leng Jue was angry, but he could only endure it. He was powerless in the face of absolute power.
When he becomes the real God of Death, he will definitely make these ants pay with a thousand times more pain!
Leng Jue opened his mouth and spit out countless black smoke, which rolled in like a cloud, instantly covering the death aura below.
Taking this opportunity, Leng Jue started running away, and in the blink of an eye he had escaped nearly a kilometer.
He knew that the ghosts would not let him go, and left painful and evil faces along the way to obstruct him in order to buy time for himself.
But soon, Leng Jue realized something was wrong.
He is now the body of an evil god, and his height alone is ten meters tall. Why is the Demon City still so quiet? It is obviously not far from the urban area.
Leng Jue ran while observing his surroundings. This area seems familiar?
No, isn't this near the villa? He has already run more than ten kilometers, why is he still in this area of the villa?
"Chaos magic." Leng Jue seemed to understand something and looked back.
On the rooftop of the villa, the young man in the black windbreaker had a gleam in his left eye and watched him running wildly with a smile in his eyes.
"You're looking for death!" Leng Jue roared like crazy when he realized he was being fooled.
Three deformed claws broke through the air and flew towards Zhang Chenran.
The real claws could not be seen, only the flashing blood-red light. The evil power contained in it was extremely powerful, enough to tear apart the defense of a monarch-level creature.
Swoosh!
The ghostly figure shattered all the claws and flashed to the face of the evil god Leng Jue in an instant.
The ghost held the dagger of death and stabbed it into Leng Jue's third eye!
"Ahhhh!!! I will kill you, kill you!" Leng Jue let out a hideous roar, like a monster that had lost its humanity.
Ming Ling's beautiful eyes flashed with a dead grayness, and she raised her right arm high.
The aura of death shrouded her hands, and she used her hands as swords, making just an ordinary slashing motion.
Swish!
The Death Slash slashed diagonally from Leng Jue's neck, chopping off his head.
This slash containing endless deathly energy even spanned several kilometers, and even the surrounding space trembled.
"You don't know how to control the strength. In the middle of the night, if you accidentally chopped the space into pieces and someone saw it, it would cause quite a stir." Zhang Chenran couldn't help but say.
However, he was still very happy to see Ming Ling's current combat power.
It was worth the effort he put into this strongest guardian disciple of Saran, even taking out the soul of a top-level wizard.
Saran has done many evil things, but his disciples are still very useful.
Leng Jue, who has exploded with the power of faith, should be as powerful as a great monarch. Ming Ling is not just an ordinary top-level wizard now, he also has the blessing of his Pluto's origin. His combat power is probably not weaker than that of the top monarch.
"king!"
The ghost brought Leng Jue's soul and the power of lost faith, and returned in the form of a young boy to report.
"Well done, I'm very satisfied." Zhang Chenran lowered his head and kissed her lightly on her red lips.
"It is my duty to serve the king." Ming Ling smiled.
"I'll reward you well tonight."
"Thank you very much, King."
Ming Ling seemed a little overwhelmed when she saw his look.
How could she not know what Zhang Chenran's commendation meant?
Bang!
The world in front of her was like a shattered mirror.
Zhang Chenran and Ming Ling stood on the roof of the villa, but Unas was nowhere to be found.
There was no change in the villa, even the water in the swimming pool was so clear and not polluted at all.
Everything was as peaceful as usual. The collision between the aura of death and the evil power of the evil god seemed to have never happened and existed in another space.
Zhang Chenran glanced at it casually.
As his cultivation level improved, he became more and more proficient in controlling the Eye of Time and Space, and creating space was only a matter of thought.
"Cardinal? You are totally not on the same level as Saran." Zhang Chenran waved his hand and collected Leng Jue's body.
The death of the cardinal is likely to cause a huge disturbance.
However, this is exactly what he wanted to see,
Zhang Chenran's consciousness penetrating into Leng Jue's soul.
"You are not Saran, who are you!" Leng Jue's soul was still roaring at him unwillingly.
Zhang Chenran ignored this.
Leng Jue's evil soul could only rage helplessly. Without his evil body that could unleash the power of faith, he was nothing.
Amidst the roars of rage, Zhang Chenran obtained all of Leng Jue's memories.
After digesting these memories, he froze.
This cardinal, Leng Jue, actually has a way to contact the Pope!
The Pope of the Black Church, the supreme leader of the seven cardinals.