I studied beheading in a mental institution

After tangling for a long time, No. 22 was still heartbroken, grabbed the end of the [King's Scepter], and pulled it out of his body forcefully!

Forget it, take a gamble!

If you want strength, how can you not take risks?

The Gate of Truth comes from something outside this universe, and it is an existence at the level of the Three Pillars of God. It can't be fooled by a human artifact, right?

Amidst the tearing sound of flesh and blood, the [King's Scepter] was tightly held by No. 22, and a ferocious bloodstain ran through his chest, but as the bloated skin continued to squirm, more and more flesh and blood filled it, healing the injury.

Number 22 held the blood-stained scepter in his hand, took a deep breath, and handed it to the starlight tentacles...

Whoosh-! !

At the moment when the starlight tentacles were about to take over the scepter, a gray shadow flashed in front of No. 22 like lightning, and the next moment, his palm was already empty.

Number 22 was taken aback.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw a huge gray mouse holding the [King's Scepter], watching him quietly from a distance.

With a flash of thunder, the gray mouse gradually stood up and turned into a figure in a gray robe. Dense electric arcs spread around it, and a pair of "one" characters were clearly visible in the blood-colored pupils.

Fish One!

Seeing this scene, the pupils of No. 22 suddenly shrank!

"Give me back the scepter!!" He roared, his bloated figure slammed on the ground, rushing towards Yu Yi like a beast with uncoordinated limbs.

At the same time, Yu Yi's temperament changed rapidly. The character "一" in his pupils gradually disappeared, and the gray robe was also dyed into pitch black. With a scar appearing on his forehead, An Qingyu's soul has been transferred from the air.

An Qingyu held the [King's Scepter] in one hand, a faint mist diffused from under the robe, and those hazy gray eyes were indifferent and mysterious.

An afterimage flitted across the ground, and the ferocious face of No. 22 had already flashed in front of him, a fist covered with scars and sutures roared out, and smashed towards An Qingyu's face door with a strong wind!

The black robe was blown by the strong wind, An Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly, and tilted his head slightly to avoid the blow, the fierce fist wind swayed the ends of his hair,

The next moment, his fingertips precisely touched No. 22's chest!

Boom-! !

A water tank-like blood hole exploded out of thin air, and No. 22's bloated body seemed to have been chiseled open with a hammer, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out, rolling down to the ground like mud.

The blood quickly dyed the ground red. No. 22 supported his body with his hands, gritted his teeth and tried to stand up from the ground, and flesh and blood regenerated from the stitched body, constantly filling the gap in the central blood hole. His face was extremely pale.

"Who... are you?!" No. 22 stared at An Qingyu and spoke hoarsely.

"Who am I, does it matter?" An Qingyu said lightly, "I thought it would be easy for you to get here, but I didn't expect that you all almost disappeared in the depths of the maze... [Shen Desire Paradise] ], it really is a bunch of rabble."

Hearing this sentence, No. 22 seemed to understand something, and his eyes shrank slightly:

"It's you?! It's you who sent us the information about the Gate of Truth? Did you lure us here on purpose??"

No. 22's thoughts were like lightning. He looked at the [King's Scepter] in An Qingyu's hand, and everything seemed to become clear, "So, there is no door of truth for equivalent exchange at all? You tricked us here, just In order to snatch [steal the [King's Scepter] from me?!"

"You think too highly of yourself." An Qingyu's voice was extremely calm, "[The King's Scepter], I can get it if I kill you, even if I kill [Shen Desire Paradise], it is not difficult for me. "

An Qingyu's voice contained no emotion, but to No. 22, these words seemed to slap him in the face.

The contempt revealed by the other party inadvertently ignited No. 22 who was already full of anger. His body gradually stood upright, and the pink halo of divine power swayed under his feet!

"If you are the Supreme God, I will bear it... But you are just a main god, why are you pretending here?!"

No. 22 cursed angrily, a pair of arms burst out of the ribs of the bloated body, and four palms made a strange handprint out of thin air. Countless pink virtual snakes broke out from An Qingyu's feet like jade fingers intertwined with each other!

These imaginary snakes surrounded An Qingyu, spitting red letters continuously, but what they made was not the sizzling sound of snakes spitting out letters, but groans that made people think.

An Qingyu was dressed in black and stood among countless virtual snakes, walking out expressionlessly,

Dense pink virtual snakes wrapped around his hands and feet, entangled around his ears, and licked his earlobes constantly, as if a turbulent ocean submerged him in it!

Just as No. 22 snorted coldly, a clear cracking sound came from the sea of ​​snakes!

Ka-!

A gray light flashed across the void, and thousands of pink virtual snakes stopped suddenly, and then shattered inch by inch like glass!

All the groans turned into shrill howls, which lasted only a moment and then disappeared without a trace. A black shadow stepped through the void and came to No. 22 in an instant.

No. 22's pupils constricted suddenly, and he was about to retreat, when the extreme ice froze half of his body, like half an ice coffin sealing him inside, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.

"This is impossible... As long as you are a human being, you must have desires! Why haven't you been affected?!" When No. 22 saw An Qingyu's stagnant eyes, an inexplicable chill oozes from the bottom of his heart, "You What kind of monster is it?!"

"Monster?" An Qingyu paused for a moment, "You're right... Maybe, I'm not a complete 'human' anymore."

He stood in front of the frozen No. 22 body, a pitch-black scalpel fell in his palm, and those eyes kept examining the body of No. 22, as if analyzing something.

"Bad suture method... Is this how you invaded the body of the Goddess of Desire and obtained her power?"

Under An Qingyu's gaze, for some reason, the chill in No. 22's heart grew stronger.

His aura was no longer as tough as before, and there was a hint of pleading in his voice: "What do you want to do? You can't kill me... You want to use the [King's Scepter], I can help you! I am the only one in this world who can Whoever uses it!"

"The only one who can use it?"

An Qingyu raised his brows slightly, and the next moment, the scalpel in his palm precisely cut a corner of No. 22's heart, cutting a wriggling fragment from it!

The screams of No. 22 resounded through the sky!

An Qingyu put this fragment in his palm, looked at it carefully for a moment, then rubbed his fingers, and wiped it into fly ash... Immediately afterwards, his palm simulated the same breath as that piece of heart!

He put his palm on the [King's Scepter], a gleam of light shines from the top of the scepter,

"Now, you are not." He said lightly.