Zeng Jingheng's body has been strengthened by Dakrness, and he has already surpassed mortals by many, many times.

Now, even if you shoot at him with a slightly larger gun, you may not be able to shoot through his skin.

His recovery power was even more terrifying, and he had even been seriously injured by leaking out of his internal organs, and he was almost recovered after only two days in the hospital.

But he really never broke anyone's heart.

He didn't know if he would die if his heart was pierced, after all, the heart is the core of the human body, even if the body has mutated.

However, seeing that so many ordinary people did not die after having their hearts pierced, Zeng Jingheng was not so unconfident in himself.

He was just a little skeptical that the unknown black holy liquid would have an unpredictable effect on him.

"Is it okay?" Although I was still thinking about it, the truth was that I was about to face it.

The mustache Gu Ma rarely smiled gently, looked at Zeng Jingheng, and did not let the man in black with the gun next to him step forward.

Instead, he personally picked up the cross artifact and handed it to Zeng Jingheng.

I don't know how many people's blood stained with the Holy Crucifixion, the Holy Crucifixion, is constantly dripping blood.

Zeng Jingheng looked at it and took it calmly.

Without the hesitation of those people before, he aimed the sharp tip directly at his heart.

Only he quickly frowned.

It's not that he's afraid, it's just that he's found a problem, and sometimes it's a problem if the body is too strong.

He needed to work extremely hard to restrain his muscular instinctive defensive response in order to allow that cross to slowly pierce into his body.

This process is obviously extremely painful, because the pain that would have been instantaneous will be slowed down countless times.

But Zeng Jingheng didn't show too painful expressions, after all, he had already experienced too much pain and torture.

With a blank expression, he stabbed the cross into his heart.

Literally, when the tip of the cross touches the heart.

Rao is Zeng Jingheng has experienced a hundred battles, and the whole person trembled.

Nothing to fear.

It's just the instinctive sensitivity of the soul to death.

But death did not come.

Zeng Jingheng's incomparably powerful ability to restore fù occupied the heart that had begun to permeate the original death intent in an instant.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

"Okay, right?" Zeng Jingheng asked Gu Jian who was a little distracted in English.

That kind of blandness led to the fact that Gu Ma lost his mind again for two seconds.

Only then did he nod his head as if he had just woken up from a dream and said, "I really didn't guess wrong." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the jar full of holy liquid, scooped a spoonful and handed it to Zeng Jingheng.

Zeng Jingheng hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth to swallow it, and pulled out the cross artifact with his hand.

The other survivors around were completely stunned.

This man!

He didn't look like anything was going on.

If you hadn't experienced the pain of stepping into death, some people would definitely find it easy.

"Next." Gu Jian looked at Zeng Jingheng with appreciation, and slowly motioned for the next person to step forward.

Zeng Jingheng stepped aside and looked at the hattoria behind him, but his mouth was analyzing the mouthful of pitch-black holy liquid.

Although he had just made a swallowing motion, he had actually been able to control the power of every muscle in his body, allowing him to easily leave that mouthful of holy liquid in his mouth.

The taste of the holy liquid was terrible, with a strong fishy stench.

If Zeng Jingheng was not mistaken, this should be the blood from the immortal body.

There is still an extremely aggressive energy left in this blood, and if it were an ordinary person, it would be swallowed by that energy in an instant.

Although it may sustain life, it will also be marked as the immortal body.

This is a very bad sign, which means that there is a good chance that the immortal body can directly control anyone infected by his blood.

However, for Zeng Jingheng, this is no threat, he swallowed it, although it is a little disgusting, but it can be regarded as a little energy supplement.

No less than one-third of the energy you get from killing a weaker of your kind.

But this is not necessarily a good thing for Hattori, who is about to undergo a death test.

There's a good chance that Hattori will turn out to be something he hates.

But when it was imperative, Hattori had already picked up the Holy Vessel of the Cross.

Zeng Jingheng couldn't think of any way for a while, he couldn't rely on his own blood to save people.

Although he could already borrow a little of the power of Dakrness in his body, it was only used to destroy, not anything else.

Wait, if the other person's blood can infect others, why can't your own blood?

There is a method in martial arts novels called fighting poison with poison, since everyone is the carrier of pure darkness power, why can't it have the same effect?

Zeng Jingheng thought like this, and felt that it was not a solution.

On Hattori's side, the death test has begun.

He is not a mother-in-law and mother-in-law, but he is also, a person who is still enthusiastic at this age, and naturally he is also a man.

He hesitated for a moment before plunging the Crucis into his heart.

Hattori is an ordinary person, so naturally it is impossible for him to have no reaction like Zeng Jingheng.

He also roared in pain and trembled.

Three seconds came quickly.

Furuma fed him holy liquid.

And Zeng Jingheng took advantage of this time to pretend to care about Hattori, stepped forward, and stuffed the blood temporarily squeezed out of his palm into Hattori's mouth.

Originally, those black-robed people saw that Zeng Jingheng was about to use a gun when he stepped forward privately.

But probably Zeng Jingheng's appearance was too good, and that Gu Jian raised his hand, indicating that it was not necessary.

As for the Ministry of Persuasion, he had just recovered from his near-death state, and although it was strange why Zeng Jingheng stuffed his own blood into his mouth, he also knew that there must be Zeng Jingheng's reasoning.

He is far beyond the ordinary people's different existence.

So Hattori pretended to be very uncomfortable, licked the blood from his lips, and retreated into the darkness to the side, not feeling that there was anything unusual about his body that had just come out of death.

Next came the last man, and alas, he wasn't so lucky.

He's dead.

Without even looking at the last body, Furuma wiped his hands with a white handkerchief, smiled and said to the living: "Very good, everyone, you are all lucky, you are the darlings of fate, from now on, you will say goodbye to mediocrity and move towards eternal life." ”

"Next, you will have the opportunity to go with me to the True Sanctuary and listen to the voice of our Lord!" Furuma said with a wave of his hand, and a secret door quietly opened in the originally closed hall.

A modified van is parked there.

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