Let You Take Care of Konoha, and They Have All Become Sixth-Level?

Butterfly Chanel was even more puzzled.

At this time, Mako, whose limbs were frozen by ice, also recognized that Su Li was the one who rescued her from the evil spirit on the night of the annihilation. She shouted excitedly, "Sir God!"

At this time, Tong Mo remembered that when he fought before, he asked Mako how he obtained this power, and Mako replied that it was a gift from the gods.

She didn't know how Su Li appeared here in an instant, or what that magical four-leaf clover pendant was.

How could she not be shocked that this powerful evil ghost of the second string was easily crushed.

Butterfly Chanahui followed Su Li's line of sight and was stunned when she heard Su Li said that Tong Mo was a trash fish.

After suppressing Tong Mo casually, Su Li liberated the wild wild mushrooms from the ice crystals, and then injected Yang Dun Chakra to help the wild wild wild plants quickly recover from injuries and physical strength.

Tong Mo, who has lived for hundreds of years with rich combat experience, froze at this moment.

He couldn't understand the power displayed by Su Li.

Butterfly Chanel Megumi couldn't help thinking about this question.

But apparently Su Li's words didn't convince Mako.

"What the hell is the store manager?"

Especially in this world, since ghosts are real, why can't there be gods?

While speaking, Su Li looked at Tong Mo not far away.

It can give ordinary people extraordinary power, easily suppress the ghost of the string, restore her injuries at will, and even resurrect the butterfly Chanahui who should have died...

But Tong Mo didn't dare to move.

Hearing the conversation between Su Li and Mako, Butterfly Chana couldn't help but ask.

In order to break this deadlock, he had to make a move.

Su Li came to Tong Mo so easily, and then he used his arm lightly. Tong Mo immediately felt a force that was too large to resist, and his figure flew out uncontrollably.

Tong Mo kept pushing the blood ghost technique, trying to stop Su Li's footsteps, but all in vain.

Each ice petal disappeared out of thin air when it approached one meter in front of Su Li.

If Su Li hadn't rescued her before, she would have died in the mouth of the evil ghost, and she would not have gotten her current power.

Did she hear it wrong, or did the man lose his mind?

At the time he didn't care.

The Tongmo of the second string is actually called a trash fish?

Tong Mo's pupils shrank suddenly.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but I'll talk about it later. I'll deal with the trash first."

If the strength gap between Butterfly Chanahui and Tong Mo is huge, then Tong Mo and Su Li are not a dimensional existence at all.

Could it be true that it is a god who descended from the sky, as Mako said?

"I'm not a god, in short, you get up first."

"Then... are you really a god?

Under the background of this era, the people of Neon were very superstitious in the theory of 307 gods and monsters, and believed that all things have spirits, and there are gods wherever they go.

It is precisely because Butterfly Chanahui has just played against Tong Mo, so she understands how powerful Tong Mo is.

However.

It's just for a second or two.

Seeing Mako's pious expression like a believer, Su Li gently shook his head, not entangled in this topic.

"Blood Ghost Art Scattered Lotus Flowers!"

Butterfly Chana Hui and Tong Mo were both shocked when they heard this name.

"Blood Ghost Art, Frozen Cloud!"

Tong Mo was sweating profusely.

The silent momentum locked Tong Mo.

"Lord God, I finally see you!"

Instinct was warning him.

Isn't this a miracle?

After breaking free, Mako hurriedly knelt down towards Su Li to express her gratitude.

That is definitely the existence of the entire ghost killing team that can be singled out.

This scene fell into Butterfly Chanahui's eyes, which made her take a deep breath.

Otherwise, the neon would not have the saying of eight million gods.

Su Li, who has lived in two generations, is even close to fifty years old in terms of mental age. He has already passed the age of middle two, and he has no interest in pretending to be a god to coax little girls.

"Blood Ghost Art: Icicles of Winter!

In Su Li's view, the ability shown by Su Li may be nothing, but in Mako's eyes, it is a proper miracle.

Could it be that the man in front of him is a so-called god?

After all, for this little girl with a broken family, it would be better to have a spiritual sustenance, at least it wouldn't make her so miserable.

After Su Li said that, he didn't do anything special, didn't say much, just walked towards Tong Mo.

He waved a pair of fans, and swayed a large number of finely broken ice petals, each petal as sharp as a blade.

"Blood Ghost Art: Bai Ji of Han Lie!

And at least one must have a cosmic level of strength to be worthy of the title of a god, Su Li thinks so, and he is still far behind.

How could that terrifyingly powerful wind-up ghost be repelled so easily head-on?

Mako can think what she wants to think.

07 Lord God?

Just like when a human encounters a tiger, his legs seem to be unable to move, but the muscles are tense.

but now.