Looking at Vermeer, Song Ziyu fell into a tangle.

"If you want to pass, you can only step on my corpse!"

Vermeer said.

"Hand over the inscription, and I'll take my people away at once."

Song Ziyu said.

"It's not a matter of inscriptions or inscriptions." Vermeer said, "There's no way we're going to let you go!"

"Why?"

Song Ziyu asked.

Vermeer said, "Because you are the one who is destined to destroy the Holy Family!"

"Who said that?"

Song Ziyu said: "I'm fucking idle, I'm full of food, and I want to destroy you every day, how tired I am."

"This is a prophecy, the prophecy of the first fathers." What else Vermeer wanted to say.

At this point, the Templar Master was already a little impatient: "Vermeer, don't tell them this, do it, we need your strength."

Vermeer gritted his teeth, his face hesitant.

At this moment, I don't know if Vermeer regrets it, regretting that he shouldn't have tricked Song Ziyu into coming to the Dark God Hall in the first place.

Vermeer thought about Song Ziyu's strength and horror, but he didn't expect it to be so terrifying!

"Looks like we're going to have to fight each other."

Vermeer said.

"Get out of the way, I don't hit women." Song Ziyu said to Vermeer: "Give up resistance, I can spare you from dying."

"Do you dare me not to die? If I live, what you did tonight will be known tomorrow by the people of the Demon Banquet Alliance!" Vermeer smiled bitterly, "If I don't die, you will be hunted down endlessly!"

Song Ziyu was silent.

The woman allowed herself to feel like the cerebellum was atrophied.

However, Song Ziyu was still a little hesitant after all, whether he should take the lead.

"I know you can't be cruel to this chick, you can leave it to me here, you can deal with that guy." Xiaoshuang said to Song Ziyu.

Song Ziyu looked at the Templar Master and nodded, "That's fine, I don't have any psychological burden to beat this guy."

"Are you insulting me?" The Templar said, "Even though you are the legendary Child of Destruction, don't underestimate me! I'm the best of all the second-generation saints!"

As he spoke, the Templar Master made a move!

The claws swelled suddenly!

A terrifying skeletal hand appeared in the corridor.

This giant skeletal hand was at least half the size of a corridor, and when it was grabbed with one claw, several faceless armor warriors were like little people kneading their faces, and they were slapped on the spot.

"Hmph, a bunch of beam-jumping clowns!"

After catching a few faceless armor soldiers, the skull giant claw continued to trend and grabbed directly at Song Ziyu.

"Well done!"

Song Ziyu sneered, raised one hand forward, and then shook it in the void.

Thundered!

The skeleton giant claw was half a meter in front of Song Ziyu's fist, and the attack was forcibly stopped!

The two sides were briefly at a stalemate.

It seems that the skeletal claws of the Templar Master are no longer able to enter.

However......

Is this really the case?

"You think you can really stop me? Joke!" The Templar Master sneered, and then shook his robes.

Along with this little action!

The skull claws suddenly changed!

I saw the claw heart of the skeleton giant claw, and a smaller skeleton claw broke through the shackles of space, and then grabbed towards Song Ziyu's front door!

Song Ziyu was taken aback!

The space barrier that he had carefully constructed was broken like this!

Thanks to Song Ziyu's quick response, the person took a few steps back when the skeleton claws were about to grab his face, and he was able to avoid the attack.

The old guy is hiding deep enough.

Song Ziyu, who reacted, was very depressed.

The Templar Master can break through his own spatial barriers

, which shows that his attainments in spatial ability are not low, but this guy hid and tucked it in, and only broke out at a critical moment, catching himself off guard.

Thinking of this, Song Ziyu was still a little afraid.

If this claw is really caught, the dead don't know, but the disfigurement is certain, maybe his nose will be pulled off.

"Damn ......"

Song Ziyu couldn't help but scold.

It's not over yet!

Breaking through the spatial barrier, the Templar Master pursued the victory.

Although Song Ziyu dodged the first blow, he didn't have a chance to breathe at all, and the skull claws advanced layer by layer, like maggots on tarsal bones, dead and dead!

Seeing that the skeletal claws were about to grab his face, Song Ziyu couldn't help it, and the long knife on his waist was finally pulled out.

Don't dare to hesitate!

The long knife slashed down on the skull's claws, and sparks bloomed.

The body of this Templar Master was so hard that Song Ziyu could have imagined, and it was no wonder that the old guy could easily hammer the Faceless Armor Warrior into a puddle of mud.

However, this did not prevent Song Ziyu from changing the trajectory of the skull claws.

"Hmph, I'll see how long you can hide!"

The Templar Master sneered, "The Dark Sanctuary is my home turf! There's no way you're going to defeat me on my home turf......

Before the Templar Master's words fell, an iron fist suddenly appeared in his face!

Aghast!

The sudden appearance of this iron fist was really terrifying, and even if the Templar Master was a zombie, he was taken aback.

By the time the Templar Master reacted, the iron fist had landed squarely on the Templar's face.

Bang dang!

Caught off guard, the Templar Master was smashed into the wall on the spot.

This punch is full of power, with the power of a meteor falling to the ground.

With such a terrifying blow, even the Templar Master was beaten for a long time.

"Who? Who dares to attack me?"

The Templar Master who fell from the wall was furious, looking around for a target.

At this time, Ah Fa was standing at a corner, echoing Song Ziyu from afar, and the one who gave himself a punch just now was Ah Fa.

"Ah Fa, your hand ......"

Song Ziyu was shocked!

Because just now Song Ziyu saw Ah Fa's fist detach from his body, and then flew out of a distance of more than ten meters and slammed directly into the face of the Holy Church Master.

Ah Fa explained, "After the last injury, the body has been highly modified, so there is no need to make a fuss."

"Let's work together!"

Song Ziyu nodded to Ah Fa.

The two of them then attacked the Templar Ruler together.

At this time, it is on the battlefield, and whoever talks about martial arts will be good if he can win.

However, to say that the Templar Master is really powerful, he is dressed in copper skin and iron bones, and he seems to be safe and sound.

It was only at this moment that Song Ziyu deeply felt the lack of his attack ability.

Fortunately in the face of the general situation, his brute strength and mastered spatial ability can always form a crushing trend.

But when encountering an evenly matched opponent, or someone who is a little stronger than himself, Song Ziyu really can't see what to do.

Fortunately, Ah Fa is a guy who resists beating, enough to assume the role of a meat shield, and Song Ziyu can use Ah Fa's help to fight the Templar Master.

At this time, the battle in the corridor can be described as a mess!

The two sides formed several different warbands, each fighting in a mess...... No one can take care of anyone.

On the other side of the warband, Xiaoshuang and Vermeer stood staring at each other.

"I've watched you for a long time." Vermeer spoke.

Xiaoshuang was silent, and Xiaoshuang didn't bother to do things like talking that wasted energy.

But Vermeer continued, "Based on my experience, I don't think you can be from our Holy Family."

Xiaoshuang was silent.

"You're not human."

Xiaoshuang also responded with silence.

"What the hell are you?"

Vermeer asked.

"When you're done, get ready to hit the road." Xiaoshuang showed his little pink fist.

Vermeer knew more or less about the combat effectiveness of some Xiaoshuang, so he didn't dare to slack off.

Taking out a bottle of red liquid, Vermeer drank it down.

Immediately, Vermeer's body erupted with a strong momentum.

Seeing this, Xiaoshuang couldn't help frowning, and glanced at Song Ziyu with some resentment.

"You should know that you can't harness this power." Xiao Shuang said, "Your genes determine that you are only the product of human evolutionary failure."

Vermeer's face showed a rare ferocity when he heard this, and a pair of black wings were stretched to the extreme, and each flesh wing would become extremely hideous under the stimulation of blood qi.

And that's not all!

Stimulated by the excessive blood of the Progenitor, Vermeer's beautiful face also became extremely hideous!

"Death!"

Vermeer screamed, and on his outstretched wings, countless hard stinging needles shot towards the little pair like a beehive bursting.

Xiaoshuang stood motionless in place, stubbornly withstanding all the attacks!

In the blink of an eye, Xiaoshuang's body was full of black spikes, which shows how strong the penetration ability of these spikes is!

But......

With the sound of tinkling nails falling to the ground, Xiaoshuang slowly spoke: "You know, these nails covered with corpse poison have no effect on me, you are just wasting energy out of thin air."

"What kind of monster are you?"

Vermeer couldn't help but exclaim.

"I'm not a monster, I'm just a life form you can't understand."

Xiaoshuang walked towards Vermeer as he spoke.

Seeing this, Vermeer immediately attacked!

Vermeer, who has already turned into a demonic beast, has a body that resembles a strange shape under the effect of blood and qi!

Facing the approaching little double, Vermeer made an unbelievable move!

Instead of making any defenses, Vermeer hugged Xiaoshuang directly.

Vermeer in the form of a monster folded his wings and hugged his little pair around his chest!

Vermeer's move had a deep meaning, intending to use the corrosive bodily fluids secreted by his body to devour and melt Xiaoshuang.

After all, Vermeer's body had a terrifying corrosive ability after taking an overdose of Ancestral blood.

This kind of corrosiveness is also the ancestral ability that the Holy Clan dreams of.

But Vermeer's plane is a bit whimsical.

In the end, she is only a saint of the Dark Templars, and she rarely has the opportunity to participate in actual combat, otherwise, Vermeer will understand a truth: embracing the enemy is purely seeking death.

The little pair who was held in his arms stretched out his pink little hand and put it on Vermeer's chest, and then the arm quickly melted and began to roam Vermeer's whole body.

At the microscopic level, invisible to Vermeer's eyes, hundreds of millions of nano-life instances are working at a rapid pace.

These nano-scale lifeforms quickly decomposed and devoured the defenses of Vermeer's body, and it didn't take long for them to burrow into Vermeer's body.

Until this time!

Vermeer felt something strange about his body!

The strength is rapidly draining, and the blood seems to be being consumed by something.

Vermeer suddenly had a strange thought: he was going to die.