One Piece: Holy Cult

Chapter 37
The milky white light chain formed by divine art is like a guard patrolling treacherous men, or a city manager who is responsible for his duties. It flows through the whole body in one breath, flesh and bones, organs and viscera, everywhere, including the smallest blood vessels and cells at the end of nerves. let go.

The white light chain enters, and the dark purple light chain passes out.

The divine magic light cluster is like a cage, imprisoning and bringing out countless dark purple venoms spreading in the body and cells.

Then hundreds of light balls full of venom were shining brightly, emitting dazzling light, eroding the venom, and seeing the deep purple turning into light purple, and the light purple turning into milky white, all the venom was assimilated by the light balls and disappeared.

All the toxins are cleaned up.

Qiababa and all the pirates under his command saw that on Uriel's broken body, the scorched carbonization and black smoke suddenly stopped, and then there was a wave of light flooding all the injured body parts.

Divine art, holy light healing.

After all the toxins were removed, Uriel did not hesitate, and immediately healed his injuries with divine magic.

Exposing the lungs to the air and using them to breathe directly is fun and transparent, but Uriel doesn't intend to get used to it, so he should cover it up and leave breathing to the mouth and nose.

Black bones turn white, white bones harden, hard bones produce flesh, blood vessels and nerves grow in the flesh, and smooth skin grows outside the flesh.The scorched right lung turned pink again, hiding under the new flesh and blood.

Except for a large gap in the clothes, Uriel looked as fresh and white as if he had just taken a hot bath.

The pirates were super shocked and felt that Uriel was super scary.

Captain Chababa's toxin is what they fear the most, but now the kid in front of him seems to be able to use the toxin as bath water.

How could Qia Baba believe such a nonsense thing.

When he released the magic spell to remove the toxin from Uriel, he stopped laughing wildly. Seeing Uriel's new look in a blink of an eye, his lonely eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe it," he shook his head, gritted his teeth, and kept shouting.Like a little girl who was abandoned by a heartless person,
He didn't believe that the vicious poison that had been tempered for thousands of years would end without a problem, betraying his expectations.

It is said that hard work will not betray mankind.He has put in so much effort to develop the poison, so naturally he has to reject what is happening in front of him.

"I don't believe you can dissolve more toxins, bastard kid, take the move, high-pressure poison gun, 10 bursts of lasing", he stretched out his hands, aimed at Uriel, and shot out ten purple venoms from ten needles at the same time, Lases Uriel along different trajectories.

This time Uriel didn't want to be hit by his venom again.Although it can be dealt with, who would like to show off their heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys when they have nothing to do.

Holy Fire Sacrifice.

Ten thin golden flames appeared out of thin air in front of Uriel, blocking the incoming venom head-on.

The golden and purple colors were stalemate in the air, and the venom was obviously no match for the holy flame.The holy fire is not afraid of toxins, and it burns toxins.

Soon under the flame of the holy flame, the venom didn't even have the slightest smoke, and it all turned into nothingness and disappeared.

The holy flame didn't stop, and under Uriel's thoughts, it shot straight into Chababa's fat body like ten golden arrows.

Ten holes soar blood.

In an instant, ten more blood holes appeared on Qia Baba's body, and the blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Ah", Qi Baba screamed, angry from extreme pain, the 360 ​​poison sacs all over his body contracted to the extreme at the same time, spraying all the venom in the poison sacs outward.

The ten fingers turned into a machine gun that fired thousands of rounds per minute, and tens of thousands of rays condensed with dark purple venom shot out of the needle tube continuously, and the air between the two of them seemed to be covered by a deep purple rainstorm.

Occasionally, raindrops fell on the deck of the ship, and immediately there were deep gaps and big holes.

Facing the torrential rain of venom, Uriel calmly raised an umbrella above his head.

fire umbrella.

There seemed to be a hole in the void, which connected to a world of flames.The sacrificial holy fire surged out of the void like a small waterfall, covering Uriel's head and body like an umbrella covering his whole body.

When the rain fell on the umbrella surface, it was neither reflected and splashed nor slipped and flowed out of the fire umbrella.

Instead, it fell into the umbrella surface, stirring up countless ripples, ripples of flames.

The flame is both an umbrella and a lake.

The rain falls on the lake, but in the end it just makes the deep lake a little deeper.

The poisonous rain fell into the lake of fire, but it couldn't even reach the depth. There were only ten thousand small pits and slight ripples.

No bit of venom could penetrate the fire umbrella and land on Uriel.

Qia Baba ran around Uriel, and the deep purple poison gun kept firing, trying to bypass the protection of the fire umbrella and hit Uriel.

It's a pity that Huosan didn't want to give him such an opportunity, and following Qia Baba's figure, it turned and faced him, like dancing a persistent tango, always blocking the firing line of the poisonous gun.

It's just that no matter how ineffective, Qia Baba can't just leave.This is already the strongest move he can take out, if he stops, it is tantamount to waiting to die.

He was like a mad donkey with absolutely poor skills, spinning crazily around the millstone of Uriel, hoping for the slightest chance and flaw.

Reluctantly, Ulie's grinding disc is Phelps' 360-degree non-dead angle super fake waterproof grinder, fake grinder, and dry grinder.

Qia Baba's blood is gradually flowing, and the poison is gradually thinning out. Although the 360 ​​poison sacs are being squeezed crazily, the venom is getting dry, the inventory is getting smaller, and the gun rain is getting weaker.

He staggered, fell to his knees, ran wildly while bleeding, and finally exhausted his physical strength.

Without Venom, he's just an ugly old one-eyed guy.

Old One-Eyed has no more poisonous smoke.

No work can noDIE.

He just wanted to have some fun for his boring journey, but who knew that the fun was too much and he wanted to kill him.

In a lake, if there is too much rain and too much rain, it will inevitably break the embankment and flood.

The same is true for the lake of fire, which has received the torrential rain of countless poisonous guns. It is on the verge of flooding.

"Go," Uriel ordered flatly.

The lake of fire burst and turned into a torrent, swallowing and submerging Qia Baba in an instant.

No screams, no screams, just nothingness.The sacred fire sacrifice has always been clean and free of residue.

The flames are gone, and everything is empty.The deck was not damaged at all, but the Qia Ba Ba on the deck disappeared, as if it had never appeared in this world.

The pirates huddled in the corner couldn't believe their eyes.

Captain Qiababa, who had been rampaging across the North Sea for 20 years, killed countless people, harmed countless people, and made countless people want him to die, really died like this.

They slap each other and slap each other, trying to wake themselves up from their dreams.

When he finally woke up, he found that Uriel had come to them, looking at them with a smile.

It was a very sunny and kind smile.But in the eyes of the pirates, it is a very scary and dangerous smile.

Without hesitation, they worked together to release a life-saving big move, and the real tiger fell to the ground.

All members jumped high, leaned forward, bent their knees back, pressed forward with both hands, landed, and knelt down.

Neatly, respectfully, kowtowed in unison, "Hero, please let the little one go."

　It is rare to have a good character in acting, and it is rare to have a ticket in writing a book.As soon as it is delivered, Lao Liang asks for a recommendation for collection.

　　


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