Chapter 379 Sacrifice

Facing the violent impact of will, the three gray knights roared, wanting to resist with all their strength.

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

And in terms of willpower, Smiley is clearly an expert.

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

Even the gray flesh that originally controlled the three titled knights trembled and screamed under the impact of the white light. The will in the cells seemed to be watered by sulfuric acid, and Zhengbai was constantly killed.

But Smiley's real target, the bishop of the Earth Temple, a man with disgusting tentacles all over his body, just spit out a mouthful of blood, then looked at Smiley coldly and said nothing.

'How can it be? '

"Even if a titled knight at level 27 receives my will impact head-on, it's impossible for him to just spit blood. This man..."

The bishop laughed: "Is it difficult to understand?"

He slowly raised his hands, and countless faces were distorted and deformed under his flesh, and even many fleshy protrusions seemed to form human faces. They wailed, roared, and begged for mercy, like ghosts descending.

"Please, kill me, kill me!"

"Who will save my child!"

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~"

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

Just when the smiling face was in a daze, the surrounding environment changed drastically. It seemed that there were already countless black shadows, big and small, rushing out and grabbing his body.

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

A child howled for his ankle.

A man yelled and grabbed his arm.

Thousands of ghosts gathered together, as if they were going 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 bishop's body twisted by countless tentacles.

The smiling face stared at the bishop relentlessly, and waves of Martial Dao Will crazily swept out, tearing the figure who had grabbed him to pieces.

"What the hell did you do!!"

"What did you do? Don't you understand, mortal?" The bishop laughed loudly: "We don't just have a strong body, I added the consciousness of those ants, so that we can fight against the impact of willpower. Nothing goes wrong.”

The smiling face suddenly turned around to look, and found that the three gray knights who were bleeding from the seven orifices were standing there intact, the lion head twisted his neck, and said coldly: "Now let me come out to get some air Alright."

Countless human consciousnesses were stuffed into the bodies of the three gray knights, facing the impact of their will, they would just die one by one.

Seeing this scene, the voice of the smiling face also cooled down, and he stared at the bishop closely and asked, "How much consciousness have you stuffed? How many people have you killed?"

"Oh? Do the titled knights also care about the numbers of those ants?" The bishop shrugged: "But if you ask me, I really don't know. You will remember yesterday's breakfast, the day before yesterday's breakfast, or a month's breakfast. What did you have for breakfast?"

The violent martial arts will centered on the body of the smiling face radiated in all directions, and the three gray knights screamed crazily under the irradiation of this force.

The bishop greeted the rushing martial arts will with a smile. He directly used the civilian consciousness in his body to resist the impact. As long as the life in his body was not exhausted, he would not be defeated by the martial arts will.

Looking at the bishop in front of him with a smile, his heart gradually sank: 'I am not dead physically, but not bad mentally, this is troublesome. '

Over there, the bishop laughed wildly and said, "Title knights can carry out will impacts because ordinary people don't know this kind of skill, so when you face the will impacts of dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of people alone How would you feel then?"

"Enjoy it, enjoy their pain."

The next moment, violent, turbulent, and full of all kinds of anger, despair, fear, and sadness surged out of the bishop's body, like a thousand ghosts coming out of the gate, and the endless black shadows engulfed the smiling face in an instant .

Braid and the old man looked at this scene in surprise, but the consciousness of controlling cells in their bodies was killed by the impact of the will of the smiling face, but at this moment they also stood up and made a fighting posture.

The bishop looked at the scene in front of him coldly, but his face was full of disdain, and he directly ordered: "Leave this to me, number one, go and catch the rest."

...

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

In the corpse pit that can't be seen at a glance, at least thousands of people died here.

Looking at the corpses everywhere, Fang Xingjian's eyes seemed to be filled with murderous intent, and the thoughts in his mind were constantly running, seeming to be getting faster and faster.

Suddenly, a black shadow sprang out from the pit, but before it got close, the sword light flashed repeatedly, four sprays of blood splashed from his body, and he fell in front of Fang Xingjian.

Fang Xingjian looked at the black figure lying in a pool of blood in front of him, but the murderous intent in his eyes became even more violent.

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

Casually sprinkled a piece of sword light, and killed the transformed child.

Fang Xingjian's footsteps quickened, the killing intent in his eyes soared, and he continued to go deep underground, but at the position he walked, unknowingly left long sword marks that scratched the ground, as if he was under control It was as if unstoppable power continuously emerged from Fang Xingjian's body.

After the mass grave, walking through the more than 1,000-meter-long corridor, there is a bloody smell blowing to the face.

What caught Fang Xingjian's eyes were men and women with countless naked bodies hanging on the ceiling of the cave.

There are various scars on each human body, some have half of their heads cut off, some have their limbs cut off, and so on.

Blood flowed on the ground, turning the entire hall into a bloody color.

Fang Xingjian's body was filled with death energy, and the ground under his feet was constantly shattering, as if a long sword was constantly cutting the ground.

The killing intent in his eyes rolled up like a gust of wind, stepping on the sticky blood, he walked towards the center of the Scarlet Hall step by step.

Along the way, in addition to being able to see corpses hanging on them like dead pigs, you can also see all kinds of instruments of torture, often with blood and minced meat left on them, and even dead bodies lying on them, their faces Still showing a terrified expression.

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

A nervous voice continued to come from the other party's mouth.

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

"Miss Noble's meat is the most refreshing, and it tastes best when served cold."

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

Following the sound of Fang Xingjian's footsteps, the short man slowly turned around, and the kitchen knife in his hand cut across the whetstone, revealing an ugly face with distorted features and burns.

Looking at Fang Xingjian in front of him, he chuckled: "There's more meat to eat." As he spoke, saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.