Paradise of Demonic Gods

In the face of the surge of will, the three Gray Knights screamed and wanted to resist.

But the will to shock this kind of thing is purely a spiritual attack, a contest between the will and the will, and no stronger **.

In terms of will, the smile is obviously an expert.

I saw three monsters tremble under the impact of his will, unable to speak, seven bloodshed, as if the brain had evaporated.

Even the gray fleshy, which originally controlled the three knights, trembled under the impact of white light, and the will in the cell seemed to be watered by sulfuric acid, and the white was constantly killed.

However, the real goal of the smile, the bishop of the Earth Temple, the man who was covered with nausea and tentacles, only spit a blood, and then looked at the smile and said nothing.

'How can it be? ’

‘Even if it’s a 27-level title knight, it’s impossible to just vomit blood, so this man...’

The bishop laughed: "Is it difficult to understand?"

I saw him slowly raise his hands, countless faces twisted and deformed under his cockroaches, and even a lot of fleshy bulges, seemingly formed the face of the face, they mourn, roar, beg for mercy, just like a ghost.

"I beg you, kill me, kill me!"

"Who will save my child!"

"呜呜呜呜呜~~"

Old people and children, men and women, all kinds of voices came out.

Just as a smile on the face of a god, the environment around the four changes dramatically, it seems that there are countless old and young, big and small black shadows rushed out and grabbed his body.

An old man cried and grabbed his neck.

A child shouted to keep his ankle.

A man roared and grabbed his arm.

Thousands of ghosts and shadows are moving together, seemingly to drag him into the dark door in front of him.

The next moment, light and shadow change, smiled to see clearly that the so-called door is the bishop's body that is constantly distorted by countless tentacles.

The smiling face stared at the bishop, and the martial will will madly sweep out and tear his figure into pieces.

"What the **** are you doing!!"

"What have you done? Don't you understand, mortal?" The bishop laughed. "We have more than a powerful **. I have added the ants' consciousness, so that we can fight against the will." There is no disadvantage on the top."

When the smile suddenly turned around, I found that the three gray knights who had been bleeding in the past seven years had stood there intact. The lion's head twisted his neck and said coldly: "This is for me to breathe out." Alright."

The three gray knights have been stuffed with countless human consciousness. In the face of the will impact, it is to die for another one.

The smile of the scene was also cold, and I stared at the bishop and asked, "How much consciousness did you put in? How many people did you kill?"

"Hey? The title knight will also control the number of ants?" The bishop shrugged: "But you have to ask me, I really don't know, you will remember yesterday's breakfast, the day before yesterday's breakfast, or one month's What did you eat for breakfast?"

The violent martial arts will radiate out in all directions centered on the smiling body, and the three gray knights screamed wildly under the illumination of this force.

The bishop is laughing and welcoming the martial will of the wild. He directly uses the civilian consciousness in the body to resist this shock. As long as the human life in the body is not consumed, he cannot be defeated by the impact of the martial arts will.

Smiling and looking at the bishop in front of me, my heart gradually sinks: ‘I’m not dead, my spirit is not bad, it’s troublesome. ’

Over there, the bishop has said with a smirk: "The title knight can carry out the will impact, this is because ordinary people do not have this skill, then when you face dozens of people, hundreds of people, even thousands of people will impact What will it feel like?"

"Let's enjoy it and enjoy their pain."

The next moment, violent, turbulent, full of all kinds of anger, despair, fear, sadness, the torrent of consciousness rushing out from the body of the bishop, as if the ghosts started, the infinite shadows will engulf the whole face in an instant. .

The blind man and the old man looked at the scene with astonishment, but their sense of cell control was killed by the will of the smile, but they also stood up and made a fighting stance.

The bishop looked at the scene in front of her eyes, but she was full of disdain. She directly told me: "Give it to me, number one, and grab the rest."

......

In the underground road, Fang Xingjian came to a hall. The whole hall was full of the smell of a dead body. He walked quietly in the middle of the hall. There were countless white bones and carrion in the deep pits on both sides of the path. .

At first sight of the marginal corpses, at least thousands of people died here.

Looking at the corpse of the full body, Fang Xingjian’s eyes seem to have a sense of killing, and the mind in his mind keeps running, seems to be getting faster and faster.

Suddenly, a black shadow came out of the pit, but it was not close. The Jianguang flashed, and he sputtered four blood flowers on his body and fell in front of Fang Xingjian.

Fang Xingjian looked at the shadow of the blood in the pool, but the killing in the eyes was even more violent.

It is the body of a child of three or four years old, but the child's limbs have been replaced with dog legs, eyes and ears have been sewn up, he feels the madness and death of the other person, can clearly feel each other Already crazy.

Sprinkle a piece of Jianguang and kill the children who have been transformed.

Fang Xingjian's footsteps speeded up, and the killing of his eyes was soaring. He continued to go deep into the ground, but he walked through the position and unconsciously left a long sword mark to scratch the ground. It seems to have control. The power that does not live is the same from the body of Fang Xingjian.

After the mass grave, after walking through a ramp of more than a thousand meters, it is a **** smell.

It is the men and women who are hanged on the top of the cave.

Every body has a variety of scars, some have been cut off half of the head, some have been cut off limbs, and so on.

The blood blew on the ground, and the whole hall was painted in a **** color.

Fang Xingjian was filled with dead air, and the ground under his feet continued to shatter, as if a long sword had been cutting the ground.

The killing in his eyes was rolled up like a gust of wind, stepping on the thick blood and stepping toward the center of the Scarlet Hall.

On this road, in addition to being able to see the dead body hanging like a dead pig, you can also see a variety of torture tools, often with blood and minced meat, and even dead bodies lying on it, face Still showing a look of horror.

A burst of sharpening sound came from the depths of the hall. When Fang Xingjian came to the position where the knife was sounding, he could see a small figure sitting there, grinding a kitchen knife with great concentration.

A neurotic voice is constantly coming from the other's mouth.

"Hey, the baby's flesh is the freshest, and it's gone when you go down."

"Miss aristocratic meat is the most refreshing, it is best to use it for salads."

"The knight's flesh is the most chewy, and I want to roast every time."

As the footsteps of Fang Xingjian came, the short man slowly turned over the body, and the kitchen knife in his hand crossed the sharpening stone, revealing a ugly face with a facial distortion and a burn.

Looking at Fang Xingjian in front of him, he laughed and laughed: "There is meat to eat." When he spoke, his mouth could not help but flow down. (To be continued.)