The endless corridor was black and pressing, and Z's hands didn't even condense flames, his figure flashed, moving rapidly, and his lightning-fast figure condensed a faint breeze in the air.

The monster opened its eyes in an instant, like two huge brass bells, and its body shuttled through the night like a ghost.

Tiny blue flames condensed in his hands, the sparks of the Ghost Burning Sea, the temperature on its surface was lower than any flame, and it was extremely cold.

"Boom-" Thousands of threads burst out in unison, like thousands of hairs, and the top of the silver threads was wrapped with ten sharp knives.

"Whoosh-bump-" The monster's incomparably hard skin could not be penetrated, not even a single scratch remained, and it raised its head and stared at Z even more angrily, a mouthful of sharp fangs, biting into the silver silk thread.

"Shhh

Its head had a huge horn, extremely sharp, and slammed into Z, his shoulder was stabbed, and the horns with barbs were terrifying, Z slammed his palm, and the air around him shook, and the monster dodged in a fierce way, and it panted and watched Z motionless.

Z glanced down at the blood-dripping shoulder, and the barb pulled out a piece of flesh, and there was a bloody hole in the bloody shoulder.

His hands flew nimbly through the air, and clear threads were pulled out of the air, all of which were twisted into a thumb-thick rope.

However, an even more bizarre scene occurred, the blue flames were divided into two, two into four, and so on, sixteen clusters of flames were like azure pearls inlaid on silver chains.

The monster's eyes stared motionlessly, its body moving back and forth, its huge fleshy wings unable to spread out in the huge room, its eyes shining like gold, and there was a loud sound on the ground with every step.

"Smack-" The slam slammed down, and the blue flames touched its skin, bursting blue sparks, scorching it with a burning sting, and a smell of burning lingered throughout the room.

It raised its paws and shook its wings, its thin cicada wings burning a hole in the firelight, and it glared at Z viciously.

A hard claw swung over, and Z could dodge. Then he flew up in the air with a very fast speed in his hand, and a giant monster was actually whipped and shrunk into a ball in fear.

"Whew-" cries out in a terrible manner, and several holes burned in its wings, and it flapped twice and then hid aside, never daring to make another attempt.

Z didn't have time to think about it, he needed to go deeper. Z walked up to it with a whip in his hand and drew a ring of fire at its feet, and it wanted to stretch out a claw to probe, but the claw immediately retracted as soon as it was halfway through, and it didn't dare to express its anger in annoyance.

The weak human was nothing more than a puddle of flesh under its paws, and the man in black in front of him beat it into a small milk dog, leaving it powerless to fight back.

Z walked deeper and deeper, and the dark furnishings around him looked more like an ancient castle embedded in the ground. The stone statues of the fanged beasts lined the corridors, their vivid images with obsidian eyes and a faint glow of light.

His steps grew faster and faster, and he didn't stop until a huge pitch-black gate appeared in front of him, and he looked up at the towering gate in front of him, squinting, and he couldn't help but be curious about the underground palace hidden under the temple.

His narrow eyes narrowed into a slit, and there was a constant sound of "click, click" around him, and the petrified beasts came to life in an instant, their smooth glazed bodies instantly cracked into turtle shells, and they disintegrated inch by inch, and they swooped towards Z, and the falling mud fell to the ground and shattered.

One by two, three with horns on their heads and a back as sharp as a blade. His face bared his fangs, and his eyes stared at Z viciously.

These unnamed monsters in front of him, their speed is extremely fast, and when they rubbed Z, a burst of thunder and lightning sparks appeared on their bodies, Z's swallowtail was struck by lightning, he turned around, slashed directly, and quickly cut off his clothes.

A piece of charred clothes fell to the ground, Z jumped in the air, his shoulder was already injured, and he didn't know what would happen next, the monster here had a strength that he didn't expect at all.

Countless threads of silk appeared from all corners, because the speed of the monster was too fast to be seen with the naked eye. Monsters naturally cause fluctuations when they move in the air, and the fluctuations of the silk threads are just right to tell where they are.

The staggered silver filaments were entwined back and forth, and the monsters were faster, and their bodies were able to jump directly over the silver filaments.

Z enjoyed the frustration for the first time, the wound on his shoulder still bleeding, a beast passing through the side of his hand, the tingling sensation from the thunder and lightning that made him unable to move.

His hand was raised, and his bow tie was loosened, and the purple bow tie he had been wearing around his neck was his authority to summon all the deacons in the Ghost Burning Sea.

His figure took three steps back, and the pink skeleton, the clockwork monster, and the Trojan man appeared together, and the human body was extremely fragile and could not block the thunder and lightning, but the pink skeleton and the Trojan man, their bodies were not afraid of thunder and lightning.

He wanted to let the monster in front of him know what death was like, and his body ran extremely fast, a rectangular phalanx was drawn at his feet, and blue flames from the ghost burning sea kept bursting out.

"Huh-" The rectangular phalanx rose from the ground.

All the black monsters were locked in a rectangular phalanx, his eyes were motionless, and a bloodthirsty seed was planted deep in his heart, as if it had been suppressed for a long time and had not been released.

"Kill! My dear deacons. ”

Pink Skull Pink smoke floated in the rectangular phalanx, and whenever the black monster was about to break out of the rectangular phalanx, blue flames would rise from it.

"Whoa, whoa—" The voice of pain kept coming.

In the past, he also crawled out of the blood, the long-suppressed love never broke out, and gradually subsided under Mr. A's comfort, death and blood were both exciting and tempting, there was a trace of blood on his fingers, he stretched out his hand to his lips and licked it gently, and the terrifying memory was pulled to the past.

Endless darkness reigns in the sky, and only killing can live.

The Trojan man held a golden scythe in his hand, the lines on it flashed, and the monster was split in two with one slash, and the next second the scythe in his hand was snatched away.

Z stood outside the rectangular phalanx and observed the qi qi inside, the white skeletal hand inserted into the monster's abdomen, the blood and intestines were all removed, and its wrist was bitten off by the monster's sharp fangs.

No one is not in pain, no one is not screaming, and the one who survives is the real king.

The current qiē is still too warm for Z, at least not cannibalism. Z leaned against the wall, and if it weren't for Mr. A at the time to stop him, he would have been nothing more than a killer who had come out on top by killing each other among a group of buddies.

Loneliness and guilt arise when I think of my hands stained with the blood of my companions, who dwell inside like two wild beasts. He had wanted to spare his dearest companion, but when he chose to let go, a sharp dagger stabbed him in the abdomen, and he still remembered the brilliant face.

Death cried in his ears, arrogant and indulgent, and at this moment he allowed himself to indulge.

He wears white gloves on his hands, and since he made black tea for Mr. A, he doesn't like to have blood on his hands, which will affect the aroma of the tea.

With a wave of his hand, he lay on the ground torn apart, the pink skeleton still smiling, but her arms and calf bones were bitten to pieces, and there were slags of bones on the ground.

"It's so fragile." The moment he raised his hand, he dragged the pink skeleton and the clockwork monster and the Trojan horse man out, and the six monsters with missing heads and legs stared at him with bared teeth.

Z tilted his head and raised his arm slightly, and the monsters wanted to lunge at him. Suddenly, flames burst out from the ground's surface, devouring all of them.

"Whoa—" The underground castle filled with their screams.

Z's face was pale, all the abilities in his body were exhausted, he didn't expect that there was such a terrifying ground under the temple, he coughed violently, "cough-" coughed out a pool of blood.

"Lord Deacon!" The other three shouted in unison.

He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with his hands, and it took enough mental power to control a large number of ghost fires, and puppetry was not suitable for dealing with a large number of opponents.

Z was shocked to underestimate the Lord of the Temple, this place is extremely difficult to break into, what is hidden here? He frowned, his hands clenched into fists.

The Lord of the Temple is hiding too many secrets that no one knows, and the place he is touching at the moment is definitely what Mr. A calls a secret door. He also finally understood why the Lord of the Temple had placed him by Mr. A's side.

He is actually a killing machine, and if it weren't for Mr. A's cunzài, he would be even crazier and more terrifying than he is now, and he has been constantly killing for fun, carrying out a feast of slaughter.

However, the Lord of the Temple also underestimated Z in front of him, he was no longer the obedient boy he used to be, and he would never say anything other than Uh-huh.

Now he needs to rely on more to carry out his plan of revenge, and Mr. A's death needs to be memorialized, and this person must be the Lord of the Temple.

Behind the secret door must be a secret that the Lord of the Temple does not want others to know, as long as he opens it, he will catch one of the doors of the Lord of the Temple.

Z dragged his tired body towards the massive gate, the towering gate locked by a cross, on which was stared at a delicate young girl, her loose hair covering her face, most of the bare skin in the air. Looking at the familiar scene, he seemed to remember that he had read the Bible a long time ago, and that Jesus was crucified to atone for his sins.

And is this maiden on the cross also to atone for sins?

Or is this qiē just a conspiracy belonging to the Lord of the Temple?

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