"Hey, have you woken up from the dream?" Zhang He didn't want to disturb him in his dream.

It’s just that I’m a little in a hurry and don’t have the time to listen to his great ideals and ambitions.

"Are you questioning me?" The tentacle man with a gloomy face and said coldly: "Questioning me means fighting against God's Destiny. I am the messenger of God's Destiny on earth."

"Kneel down, I will forgive your sins on behalf of God and let you bathe in the light of God." The tentacle man said with a passionate face.

Bathed in the divine light, in the divine light, in the light, in the...

Zhang He held the handle of the knife with his right hand, and a silver light flashed, which disappeared into the darkness.

"You have too much nonsense." As fast as the wind swept forward, the black blade merged with the dark environment.

The imaginary symptoms of tentacle men are not the only one who can’t bear it.

Even Leng Yue couldn't bear it. She held the hilt tightly, and a bright red light lit up in the blood crystal.

It seems Leng Yue is venting her anger; ku ('⌒'メ) ku - shut up!

"Kill him." The tentacle man pointed ahead angrily.

The kelp wrapped around the seagrass man is like a clever soft whip, and also like a tricky snake.

The disappeared sharp blade blocked in front of him, and the kelp split into two, and Zhang He had already rushed to the sea grass man.

As your wrist turns, hold the knife in your backhand, and pull your arms and slam it.

Puff ~

The blade pierced the neck of the sea grass man and pulled the shoulder to the right.

The neck was bloated and deformed, as if it was soft and flesh-filled, and it was broken halfway.

The remaining flesh and blood could not support the weight of the head, and the head was hanging forward and hanging on its chest, swinging back and forth like a wind chime.

After one blow, Zhang He retreated instantly.

The kelp with the sound of the wind wiped the bridge of his nose and beat the sewage on the aisle.

Leave a dent as thick as a finger and a deep little finger on the stone slab.

The seaweed man was not in motion, and the kelp contracted and wrapped around his body, and the front end was hidden behind the huge body of the seaweed man like a living thing.

The probe floated above the shoulders, just like a hunter waiting for the opportunity.

"You are the first person who can hurt God's favor. I will give you another chance with a magnanimous person."

"Kneel before me and surrender to the light of God."

Zhang He raised his head and grinned, "Why would I give you a chance and go out of my crotch and I will leave you with my body?"

The photographer was so angry that he stopped talking, and waved with a dark face: "I want to tie him to the altar and burn him until his soul is destroyed!"

At this time, half of the seaweed man with his head hanging on his chest stretched out his hands full of seaweed and held his head and pressed it back.

Countless seaweeds spread and grow, crawling into the gaps in their necks to make gaps.

In a few seconds, the seagrass man's head grew again.

It was useless to chop off your head, but it was not beyond Zhang He's expectations.

In fact, the attack just now was just to attract their attention.

Zhang He’s real purpose is to let the shadow quietly sneak into the photographer’s shadow.

But he didn't notice that his feet were shrinking into a ball of shadows, wrapping around his feet and climbing up naked.

Dodging the kelp that was attacking like a bullet, Zhang He took the initiative to meet him.

The horizontal slash cut off the attack of the kelp, jumped up and avoided another kelp, and the figure was forced to retreat back to its original position again.

"You cannot defeat God's favor. They are immortal beings, and they are evidence of God's existence. A small mortal, you..."

The photographer's speech suddenly stopped, his face went from blue to white to green, and his body was covered in acne and kept squirting out.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is just a water splash.

It was like a small umbrella that had been stabbed with a needle in advance, and then filled it with water and squeezed it with your hands, and it was whispering out...

"No~" The photographer grew his mouth in despair, and the black tentacles stuffed with their mouths crowded with each other and wanted to rush out.

The mucus was entangled and it was drawn.

"I am... God's... Apostle, no, you... can't..."

Bang!

The flesh and blood splattered, and Zhang He raised his hand to block in front of him.

The gushing blood dyed the passage red, and the smelly blood filled the air, and pink dust appeared in the air.

Looking at the photographer's location, there was only a squirming piece of meat left in the spot.

The surface of the meat piece is covered with tentacles, floating upwards and swaying.

"Wuying." Zhang He was a little worried when he realized that Wuying had not returned yet.

But then he found that the meat was obviously incorrect.

From time to time, a few of the tentacles fell down, falling softly on the surface of the meat, as if they had no strength and were hollowed out.

Inside the flesh, Wuying was greedily sucking pure pollution sources.

The last time the master killed the Fallen One, it did not get any benefits. This time, I finally seized the opportunity and must not let it go.

As for the master's call, Wuying said that he had been demented by energy impact.

Realizing that there was no problem with the connection with Wuying, Zhang He was speechless, but decided to let it continue to swallow the energy of the meat.

Nowadays, his demand for the core is almost zero.

If there is a source of pollution, it is in short supply.

The temple that can bring to you the inherited knowledge, the weapons Leng Yue, Wuying, and even the ancient inscriptions engraved in the future must be used.

Others wish they could not get far away from the source of pollution, so they would not get any touch.

Zhang He said that there were more wolves and fewer meat, so it would be great if he could encounter the last train crash again.

The left eye was itchy, and Zhang He almost forgot about this major pollution source.

The seagrass man in front of him is the dessert it reserves, as if he is reminding Zhang He to keep his promise.

Zhang He will naturally keep his promise.

However, what I never promised to hand it over is complete or incomplete.

Leng Yue, who was pressed into the scabbard, shook slightly, and her surging fighting spirit made Zhang He's nose spray two heat waves.

The figure flashed, and the blade took the center of the chest of the sea grass man on the left.

The floating kelp wanted to stop his movements, but Zhang He stepped on it with force and accelerated to approach the seagrass man.

Puff ~

The blade was in the chest, and the rag-like mouth of the seaweed man opened, making a silent roar, while the green mucus sprayed towards Zhanghe like a spring.

The hand holding the knife turned hard, Zhang He kicked the sea grass man in the chest with his right foot. While drawing the knife out, his body flew backwards.

Dodging the gushing green mucus, Zhang He retreated continuously until he made sure he would not get stuck, and once again locked his eyes on the seagrass man on the right.

The photographer's death, the appearance of the flesh with tentacles, seemed to make the seagrass man at a loss.

Not only the attacking action, but the only thinking and judgment also disappear.

The seaweed man on the left knelt in the sewage, and the floating kelp fell softly into the water.

The seaweed man on the right kept looking back, as if he was waiting for the order of meat, and as if he was asking; are    you                                           �

Of course, Zhang He would not miss such a good opportunity.

No matter what the Seagrass Man was thinking, it didn't matter to him.

Run forward, jumping up as the kelp stings towards the door, and slashing fiercely with one blow.

The seagrass man was cut into two pieces from the middle. On the right side of the broken body, the dark green and tangled "heart" was beating slowly and vigorously.

The seaweed all over the body grew wildly towards the broken half of the body, hoping to heal the body again.

The sharp blade pressed against the heart, and the growing seaweed instantly stopped.

The bright red light in the blood crystal flashed again, greedily sucking the pollution source in the heart that was not a world.

On the ink-black blade, faint patterns appeared and faintly appeared.

At first it looks like a growing vine, then it becomes a spiked thorn tangle that entangles each other.
Chapter completed!