With the goal in mind, Lin Sheng played the piano, returned home, explained to his parents and sisters, and hurriedly fell asleep and fell into a dream.

The goal he set was the thousand-armed face at the bottom of the pool.

If this monster didn't have that magic axe, he wouldn't have a problem with it.

He had tested it a few times in the middle of the night last night, and without using the Divine Weapon Axe, he turned on the half-dragon transformation, turned on the Holy Blood Burn, and at the same time ran the Holy Power Blessing.

Then he sprinted with all his might, and with one blow, he could only knock one arm of the thousand-armed face away, leaving a little broken skin on it.

He thought to himself that under the superposition of the explosion with all his strength, the lethality should have reached the level of the fifth level of Black Feather City. But just like that, it can only leave a little broken skin on the arm.

Therefore, killing the thousand-armed face and making it a summon became Lin Sheng's biggest goal at this time.

Lying on his back on the bed, he closed his eyes slightly, and ordered the two dungeon soldiers to patrol themselves near their homes, and deal with the danger directly.

Then he calmed down and slowly put his consciousness into his heart, leaving it in an inexplicable state of vague chaos.

Click, click

The sound of the tiny second hand soon returned.

This time, it didn't take long for Lin Sheng to become conscious.

Call!

He opened his eyes. He was standing in the gap between the stone hall and the pool.

The air was gray and surrounded by dark, greenish walls of passageways. In front of it is a hole in the stone hall with a blinding green light.

There were two arms behind him that were slowly squirming on the ground.

Lin Sheng didn't say a word, he rushed straight into the stone hall, his whole body was full of holy power, covering his body, and then skillfully pulled out the double-edged giant axe from the stone statue's hand, turned around and rushed towards the pool.

He was already very familiar with this routine, and it didn't take him more than five seconds from beginning to end.

Dozens of exercises last night made him comfortable with this routine.

Boom!

Soon there was a muffled sound in the pool.

The thousand-armed faces floating on the pool were only the size of a bathtub, but they still couldn't escape the catastrophe, and they were slashed in the face by an axe.

"No!" cried out in pain from the thousand-armed face.

He seemed to only shout a few words over and over again. Apparently insane and deprived of his nature.

Sou!

A white light flew into the stone hall and returned to the stone statue's hand, turning into a double-edged giant axe.

Then Lin Sheng rushed in again, snatched the axe from the stone statue's hand, turned around and rushed out.

And so on and so forth.

An hour later

Oh!!!

After a painful and unwilling roar.

The entire dungeon began to shake violently.

Lin Sheng stood by the pool and smashed his axe into it one last time.

Then he watched as the face of the thousand-armed man in the pool was smashed hard, and let out a roar of pain.

At this time, the thousand-armed face was about the same size as a normal person's face. But he still couldn't escape Lin Sheng's shock.

Its entire face, from left to right, was slashed diagonally with a wide green glow.

Large expanses of gray mist poured out of the wound, accompanied by blazing heat.

Oh!!!

The thousand-armed face screamed again.

The dungeon shook, shook, and large swaths of rubble fell overhead. Cracks are rapidly appearing in the surrounding walls.

The ground gradually cracked, revealing deep and dark cracks.

Only the stone hall is still as steady as Mount Tai, motionless. As if everything that happens in the outside world has nothing to do with it.

Lin Sheng retreated again and again, and finally there was no place to stand, there were cracks and cracks everywhere, he could only retreat into the stone hall in one breath, standing quietly at the door, looking at the changes outside.

Soon, the shaking outside gradually subsided.

The pool was also filled with all kinds of stones, large and small, and a lot of green liquid leaked out along the cracks around it.

In the middle of the pool, the face of the thousand-armed man has completely revealed its original form.

It was a thin, mummy-like, white-haired old man dressed in a dark yellow mage robe.

The old man was holding a long wooden cane, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be not much different from the average old man.

But Lin Sheng took a closer look and found that the old man's mouth was sewn with needles and threads.

And he only has one arm, which is engraved with dense pale gold pattern symbols.

Because these symbols are similar to the color of their mage robes, it will be really difficult to distinguish for a while.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of cloudy and dazed yellow pupils.

He seemed to want to say something, but his mouth was sewn up and he couldn't open it.

Soon, the old man's entire body quickly dissolved and volatilized, turning into a trace of black smoke and black gas. All the black qi quickly condensed into a thick black line, and rushed towards Lin Sheng with a swish.

"It's coming!" Lin Sheng was already ready.

Since this thousand-armed human face has been grinded to death, the step of absorbing the black line must not fail!

He took a step forward and left the stone hall.

This was in case he fell unconscious, lost his mind, and could not use his holy power to cover the surface of his body. He was then attacked by the stone statue inside the stone hall.

Around the pool now, the shaking has stopped, but from time to time there are bottomless dark cracks in places.

As long as you pay attention to the location, it's fine.

Lin Sheng quickly stepped into a solid corner and sat on the ground.

Phew!

At this moment, the black line rushed into his chest.

With a boom, Lin Sheng felt as if his mind had been blasted open by a thunderbolt.

Countless whispers rushed into his mind, countless twists, breaths, messages, touches

He felt like his head was going to blow up, and he fell to the ground with a pop, and his whole body began to convulse.

This time is different from the others.

Completely different!

All the images that poured in were pitch black, colorless, formless. Nothing but black.

And the whispers of voice are all chaotic, dense like a beehive, noisy, evil, painful, helpless, angry, crazy.

All negative emotions can be heard in these whispers.

In the dark, the only thing Lin Sheng could perceive was to rely on the touch of his hands.

"Can you lend me your hand?"

In the invisible shadows, a voice suddenly sounded.

Lin Sheng stiffened, and suddenly an indescribable chill gushed out from the depths of his heart.

It was a feeling of extreme horror, and it was impossible to discern what emotion it was.

His whole body trembled violently at this feeling.

In the darkness, he seemed to see a lonely and terrifying soul, which was lonely and distorted, gradually becoming creepy.

It was born only to touch, and only with its hands, and the rest of its body was a deformed shell without nerves.

In order to explore more of the world around them, the soul gradually turns into a monster.

He greedily longs for help from others, and reaps a pair of various arms from others again and again.

As time passed, his arms grew more and more, until one day, he was found by an old man with a golden mask.

The old man traded one of his arms for him to come here. came to this pool.

That's the end of the memory.

Slowly lit up in the darkness was a vague white child's face.

He was smiling at Lin Sheng.

Vomit!!!

Lin Sheng threw himself forward, retching heavily.

He was chilling all over, and his body was convulsing violently and abnormally. Some nerves seem to have atrophied, and some seem to be overdeveloped.

The hands became extremely sensitive, and even if they were simply pressed on the ground, they could feel severe pain.

What shocked Lin Sheng the most was that he could feel that the soul fragments he had obtained this time were almost as many as the sum of all the souls he had absorbed before!

"Kadullah" Lin Sheng retched, saying a name that was inherently fearful.

"Your name is Kadullah. His mind was in turmoil, but only the smiling face, the smiling face of the little boy, was deeply engraved in his mind.

Kadullah was the name given to the boy by the old man in the golden mask.

In the ancient Rayne language, it means: iniquity.

And in the same way, the syllable of this word, in the ancient language of the Celestial, is only one word different from the Holy Judgment.