Looking at Vermeer, Song Ziyu fell into a dilemma.
"If you want to pass, you have to step on my body!"
Vermeer said.
"Hand over the inscription and I will take my people away immediately."
Song Ziyu said.
"This is not a matter of whether the inscription is on the inscription or not." Vermeer said: "We can't let you leave!"
"Why?"
Song Ziyu asked.
Vermeer said: "Because you are the one who is destined to destroy the Holy Clan!"
"Who said that?"
Song Ziyu said: "I have nothing to do, I have nothing to do, I have nothing to do, I am full, and then I think about destroying you every day, how tired I am."
"This is a prophecy, the prophecy of the ancestor back then." Vermeer wanted to say something else.
At this time, the leader of the temple was already a little impatient: "Vermeer, there is no need to tell them this, just do it, we need your power."
Vermeer gritted his teeth, his expression hesitant.
At this moment, I don’t know if Vermeer is regretting that he should not have deceived Song Ziyu into coming to the Dark Temple.
Vermeer thought about Song Ziyu's power and terror, but he didn't expect it to be so terrifying!
"It seems we must meet each other in war."
Vermeer said.
"Get out of the way, I won't hit women." Song Ziyu said to Vermeer: "Give up the resistance, and I will spare your life."
"Do you dare to let me live? If I live, what you do tonight will be known to the people of the Sabbat Alliance tomorrow!" Vermeer smiled bitterly: "If I don't die, you will be endlessly hunted! "
Song Ziyu fell silent.
This woman makes herself feel like her cerebellum has shrunk.
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 girl. You can leave this place to me while you deal with that guy." Xiaoshuang said to Song Ziyu.
Song Ziyu looked at the leader of the temple and nodded, "That's fine. I don't have any psychological burden if I beat this guy."
"Are you insulting me?" The Lord of the Temple said: "Although you are the legendary Son of Destruction, don't underestimate me! I am the best among all the second-generation saints!"
While he was talking, the Lord of the Temple took action!
The sharp claws suddenly expanded!
The terrifying giant skeleton hand appeared in the corridor.
This giant skeletal hand was at least half the size of the tunnel. When he grabbed it with one claw, the faceless warriors were like little people kneading dough, and were beaten to pieces on the spot.
"Humph, a bunch of clowns!"
After killing several faceless warriors, the giant skeleton claw continued to grab Song Ziyu.
"Well done!"
Song Ziyu sneered, raised one hand forward, and then held it in the air.
Boom!
The giant skeleton claw was half a meter in front of Song Ziyu's fist, and the attack was forcibly stopped!
The two sides fell into a brief stalemate.
It seems that the giant skeletal claws of the Lord of the Temple can no longer make an inch forward.
However……
Is this really the case?
"You think you can really stop me? What a joke!" The leader of the temple sneered, and then shook his robe.
With this little gesture!
The giant skeleton claw suddenly mutated!
I saw the claw center of the giant skeleton claw, and a smaller skeleton claw broke through the constraints of space, and then grabbed Song Ziyu's face!
Song Ziyu was shocked!
The space barrier that I carefully constructed was broken open just like that!
Thanks to Song Ziyu's quick response, when the skull's claws were about to scratch his face, he took a few steps back and managed to avoid the attack.
The old guy hid it deep enough.
After reacting, Song Ziyu felt very depressed.
The Lord of the Temple can break through his own space barrier
, which shows that he is quite accomplished in spatial ability, but this guy hid it and only burst out at the critical moment, catching himself off guard.
Thinking of this, Song Ziyu was still a little scared.
If this claw is really caught, you don't know whether you will die, but you will definitely be disfigured, and maybe your nose will be pulled off.
"Damn..."
Song Ziyu couldn't help but curse secretly.
It's not over yet!
Having broken through the space barrier, the Lord of the Temple pursued the victory.
Although Song Ziyu dodged the first blow, he had no chance to breathe at all. The skull's sharp claws pushed forward layer by layer, clinging to it like maggots on the tarsal bones!
Seeing that the skull's sharp claws were about to scratch his face, Song Ziyu couldn't help it anymore and finally pulled out the long knife from his waist.
Don't dare to hesitate at all!
The long knife fell on the skeleton's sharp claws, and sparks bloomed.
The body of this temple master was so hard that it was beyond Song Ziyu's imagination. It's no wonder that the old guy could easily hammer the faceless armor into a puddle of mud.
However, this does not prevent Song Ziyu from changing the trajectory of the skull's claws.
"Hmph, let's see how long you can hide!"
The Lord of the Temple sneered: "The Dark Temple is my home court! There is no way you can defeat me in my home court..."
Before the Lord of the Temple finished speaking, an iron fist suddenly appeared in front of his face!
Shocked!
The sudden appearance of this iron fist was really frightening. Even the leader of the temple was a zombie and was frightened.
By the time the temple master reacted, the iron fist had already landed on the temple master's face.
Bang!
The master of the temple was caught off guard and was knocked into the wall on the spot.
This punch was so powerful that it had the power of a meteor falling to the ground.
Such a terrifying blow, even the leader of the temple was beaten to the point where he could not recover for a long time.
"Who? Who dares to sneak attack me?"
The temple master who fell from the wall was furious and looked around to find his target.
At this time, Ah Fa was standing at a corner, echoing Song Ziyu from afar, and it was Ah Fa who punched him just now.
"Afa, your hands..."
Song Ziyu was shocked!
Because just now Song Ziyu saw Afa's fist leave his body, and then fly more than ten meters away and directly hit the face of the temple master.
Ah Fa heard the sound and 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.
So the two of them attacked the master of the temple together.
At this time, we are on the battlefield. Who cares about martial ethics? If we can win, it will be good.
However, the Lord of the Temple is really powerful. He is dressed in copper skin and iron bones, and he seems to be unharmed no matter how hard he is hit.
It was only at this moment that Song Ziyu deeply felt his lack of attack ability.
Facing ordinary situations, it's okay. With his brute strength and spatial ability, he can always create a crushing force.
But when encountering an evenly matched opponent, or one who is stronger than himself, Song Ziyu really has no idea what to do.
Fortunately, Ah Fa is a guy who can withstand beatings and can serve as a human shield. With Ah Fa's help, Song Ziyu can fight against the leader of the temple.
At this time, the battle in the corridor was a mess!
The two sides formed several different battle groups, each fighting a mess...no one could care about the other.
On the other side of the battle group, Xiaoshuang and Vermeer stood looking at each other.
"I have been observing you for a long time." Vermeer said.
Xiaoshuang remained silent. Xiaoshuang didn't bother doing such a waste of energy as talking.
But Vermeer continued: "Based on my experience, I don't think you can be from our holy tribe."
Xiaoshuang was silent.
"You're not human either."
Xiaoshuang also responded with silence.
"What the hell are you?"
Vermeer asked.
"When you've finished speaking, get ready to hit the road." Xiaoshuang showed off his pink fist.
Vermeer somewhat knew the combat effectiveness of some Xiaoshuang, so he did not dare to neglect them.
Taking out a bottle of red liquid, Vermeer drank it in one gulp.
Immediately, Vermeer burst out with powerful momentum.
Seeing this, Xiao Shuang couldn't help but frown, and looked at Song Ziyu with some resentment.
"You should know that you cannot control this kind of power." Xiao Shuang said: "Your genes determine that you are just the product of the failure of human evolution."
Vermeer's face showed a rare ferocious look when he heard this, and his pair of black wings were stretched to the extreme. Each fleshy wing would become extremely ferocious under the stimulation of blood.
Not only that!
Stimulated by the excessive blood of the ancestor, Vermeer's beautiful face became extremely ferocious!
"Suffer death!"
Vermeer screamed, and on his outstretched fleshy wings, countless hard stingers shot towards Little Shuang like a honeycomb exploding.
Xiaoshuang stood motionless and withstood all the attacks!
In the blink of an eye, Xiao Shuang's body was covered with black spikes, which shows how powerful these spikes are in penetrating!
but……
With the sound of the spikes clanging to the ground, Xiao Shuang slowly spoke: "You know, these spikes stained with corpse poison have no effect on me. You are just wasting energy out of thin air."
"What kind of monster are you?"
Vermeer could not help but exclaim.
"I'm not a monster, I'm just a life form that you can't understand."
Xiaoshuang walked towards Vermeer while talking.
Upon seeing this, Vermeer immediately attacked!
Vermeer, who has transformed into the form of a monster, has a completely different shape under the influence of his blood!
Facing the approaching Xiao Shuang, Vermeer made an incredible move!
Instead of making any defense, Vermeer directly hugged Xiao Shuang.
In the monster form, Vermeer closed his wings and hugged his little pair to his chest!
Vermeer's move has a profound meaning. He intends to use the corrosive bodily fluids secreted by his own body to swallow up and melt Xiao Shuang.
After all, after taking an overdose of the ancestor's blood, Vermeer's body became horribly corrosive.
This kind of corrosiveness is also the ancestral ability that the saints dream of.
But the Vermeer plane is a bit whimsical.
After all, she is just a saint of the Dark Temple, and rarely has the opportunity to participate in actual combat. Otherwise, Vermeer would have understood the truth: embracing the enemy is pure courting death.
Xiaoshuang, who was held in his arms, stretched out his pink hands and placed them on Vermeer's chest. Then his arms melted quickly and began to roam around Vermeer's body.
At the microscopic level that Vermeer's eyes cannot see, billions of nano-life entities are working rapidly.
These nanoscale life forms quickly decomposed and devoured the defense layer of Vermeer's body, and soon got into Vermeer's body.
Until then!
Only then did Vermeer feel something strange about his body!
His strength was rapidly draining away, and his blood seemed to be being swallowed by something.
Vermeer suddenly had a strange thought: he was going to die.
