In the face of the surging will onslaught, the three gray knights roared wildly, trying to resist with all their might. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But the impact of the will is purely a mental attack, a contest between the will and the will, and no matter how strong the body is.

And when it comes to the battle of wills, Smile is clearly an expert.

I saw that the three monsters trembled under the impact of his will, unable to speak, and bleeding from the seven orifices, as if their brains were about to evaporate.

Even the gray flesh that originally controlled the three Titled Knights continued to tremble and scream under the impact of Bai Guangchong, and the will in the cells seemed to be watered with sulfuric acid, and Zhengbai was constantly killed.

But the real target of Smiling Face, the bishop of the Earth Temple, the man covered with disgusting tentacles all over his body, only spit out a mouthful of blood slightly, and then looked at Smiling Face coldly and did not speak.

'How is that possible?'

"Even if you are a level 27 knight with a title, you can't just spit blood, this man ......

The bishop laughed, "Incomprehensible?"

I saw him slowly raise his hands, countless faces twisted and deformed under his flesh, and even many fleshy bulges, as if they had formed the appearance of human faces, they wailed, roared, begged for mercy, like ten thousand ghosts descended.

"Please, kill me, kill me!"

"Who's going to save my baby!"

"Woo woo woo ~ ~"

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

Just when the smiling face was stunned, the surrounding environment changed violently, and it seemed that there were countless old and young, large and small black shadows rushed out and grabbed his body.

An old man cried and put his arms around his neck.

There was a child howling to save his ankle.

A man roared and grabbed his arm.

Thousands of ghosts gathered in unison, as if to drag him into the dark gate in front of him.

The next moment, the light and shadow changed, and the smiling face saw clearly that the so-called gate was the body of the bishop that was constantly twisted by countless tentacles.

The smiling face stared at the bishop, and the martial will swept out in waves of madness, tearing the figure that grabbed him to pieces.

"What the hell did you do!!"

"What are you doing? don't you understand, mortal?" the Bishop laughed, "We have more than just powerful bodies, I have added the consciousness of those ants to make us invincible in the battle of the Shock of the Will. ”

Smiling suddenly turned his head to look, and found that the three gray knights who were originally bleeding from the seven orifices were already standing there intact, and the lion's head twisted his neck, and said coldly: "Now replace me to come out and breathe." ”

The bodies of the three gray knights are all stuffed with countless human consciousnesses, and in the face of the impact of will, it is just a matter of dying one for another.

Seeing this scene, the smiling voice also turned cold, and he stared at the bishop tightly and asked, "How much consciousness have you stuffed, and how many people have you killed?"

"Oh, does the knight of the title care about the numbers of those ants?" the bishop shrugged, "but if you ask me, I really don't know, do you remember what you ate yesterday's breakfast, the day before yesterday's breakfast, or a month's breakfast?"

The furious martial will radiated in all directions with the smiling body as the center, and the three gray knights screamed wildly under the illumination of this force.

The bishop smiled at the martial will that rushed in, he directly used the civilian consciousness in his body to resist this impact, as long as the human life in his body was not consumed, he could not be defeated by the impact of the martial will.

Looking at the bishop in front of him with a smile, his heart gradually sank: "Physically immortal, mentally not bad, this is trouble." ’

Over there, the bishop was already laughing wildly and said, "The Titled Knight is able to perform a will impact, this is because ordinary people don't know this technique, so how do you feel when you face the will impact of dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of people by yourself?"

"Enjoy it, enjoy their pain. ”

In the next moment, a torrent of consciousness filled with all kinds of anger, despair, fear, and sadness surged out of the bishop's body, like ten thousand ghosts coming out of the gate, and the infinite black shadow swallowed up the smile in an instant.

Braids and the old man watched this scene in surprise, but the consciousness of the control cells in their bodies was killed by the impact of the will on the smiling face, and at this time, they also stood up and made a fighting stance.

The bishop looked at the scene in front of him coldly, but his face was full of disdain, and he directly ordered: "Leave it to me here, No. 1, go and arrest the remaining one." ”

......

In the underground passage, Fang Xingjian came to a hall, the whole hall was filled with the stench of corpses, he walked quietly in the path in the center of the hall, and in the deep pits on both sides of the path were countless white bones and rotten flesh.

In the endless corpse pit, at least thousands of people died here.

Looking at the corpses full of eyes, Fang Xingjian's eyes seemed to have a condensed killing intent, and the mental method in his mind continued to work, and it seemed to be getting faster and faster.

Suddenly, a black shadow burst out of the pit, but before he could get closer, the sword light flashed, and four blood flowers splattered out of his body, falling in front of Fang Xingjian.

Fang Xingjian looked at the black shadow lying in a pool of blood in front of him, but the killing intent in his eyes was even more wild.

It was the body of a three- or four-year-old child, except that the child's limbs had been replaced with dog legs, and his eyes and ears were sewn up, and he felt the madness and death intent in the other party, and he could clearly feel that the other party had gone completely crazy.

Sprinkled a piece of sword light with his hand, killing the transformed child.

Fang Xingjian's footsteps quickened, the killing intent in his eyes skyrocketed, and he continued to go down to the depths of the ground, but where he walked by, he unconsciously left long sword marks that cut through the ground, as if there was an uncontrollable force constantly emerging from Fang Xingjian's body.

After the mass grave, walking through the more than 1,000-meter-long road, the smell of blood came to the face.

What caught Fang Xingjian's eyes was the men and women hanging from the roof of the cave with countless **** bodies.

There were all kinds of scars on each human body, some had half of their heads cut off, some had their limbs cut off, and so on.

Blood flowed on the ground, illuminating the entire hall in a bloody color.

Fang Xingjian's body was filled with lifeless aura, and the ground under his feet was constantly shattering, as if there was a long sword cutting the ground all the time.

The killing intent in his eyes rolled up like a raging wind, and he stepped on the sticky blood and walked towards the center of the blood-colored hall step by step.

Along the way, in addition to the corpses hanging on them like dead pigs, you can also see all kinds of torture instruments, often with blood and minced flesh left on them, and even dead bodies lying on them, still showing frightened expressions on their faces.

The sound of knife sharpening came from the depths of the hall, and when Fang Xingjian came to the location where the sound of knife sharpening was, he could see a short figure sitting there, sharpening a kitchen knife with great concentration.

A nervous voice kept coming from the other person's mouth.

"Hey, hey, hey, the baby's meat is the most tender, and it melts in one bite. ”

"The meat of the aristocratic lady is the most refreshing, and it is the most delicious when used for cold dressing. ”

"The knight's meat is the most chewy, and I want to eat it grilled every time. ”

With the sound of Fang Xingjian's footsteps, the short man slowly turned his body, and the kitchen knife in his hand slashed across the whetstone, revealing an ugly face with distorted facial features and a burned face.

Looking at Fang Xingjian in front of him, he laughed: "There is meat to eat again." As he spoke, saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth. (To be continued.) )