Faced with the rushing will, the three gray knights roared wildly, trying to resist with all their might.

However, the impact of will is purely a spiritual attack, a contest between will and will, no matter how strong it is, it is not.

And in terms of will competition, laughter is obviously an expert.

The three monsters were 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 was constantly trembling and screaming under the impact of white light. The will in the cells seemed to be watered by sulfuric acid, and Zhengbai was constantly killed.

But the real target of Xiaomeng, the bishop of the Earth Temple, and the man covered with disgusting tentacles, just spit out a mouthful of blood, and then looked at Xiaomeng coldly without saying anything.

‘How is that possible?’

‘Even a level 27-level title knight, receiving my will impact head-on, it is impossible to just spit blood, this man...’

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

He slowly raised his hands, and countless faces were twisted and deformed under his eyes, and even many fleshy bulges seemed to form the appearance of human faces. They wailed, roared, and begged for mercy, as if thousands of ghosts were coming.

"Please kill me, kill me!"

"Who will save my child!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooo~~"

All kinds of voices were heard from the elderly, children, men and women.

Just as he was stunned when he was smiling, the surrounding environment changed drastically, and it seemed that countless shadows of all ages, big and small rushed out and grabbed his body.

An old man cried and hugged his neck.

A child howled and kept his ankle.

A man roared and grabbed his arm.

Thousands of ghosts gathered together, as if they were about to drag him into the dark gate in front of him.

The next moment, the light and shadow changed, and smiled clearly saw that the so-called door was the bishop's body that was constantly twisting by countless tentacles.

Smiling face stared at the bishop, and the martial will swept out crazily, tearing the figure who caught him into pieces.

"What the hell did you do!!"

"What did you do? Don't you understand, mortal?" The bishop laughed: "We have more than just powerful **. I have added the consciousness of those ants, so that we can go all the way to the battle of will impact."

Xiaomeng suddenly turned her head and saw that the three gray knights who were bleeding from the seven orifices were standing there intact. The lion's head twisted his neck and said coldly: "Now I'll come out and get some breath."

The three gray knights were all stuffed into countless human consciousness. In the face of the impact of will, one of them would just be replaced by another.

Seeing this scene, the smiley voice also became cold. He stared at the bishop and asked, "How much consciousness have you stuffed? How many people have you killed?"

"Oh? Does the number knight also care about the numbers of those ants?" The bishop shrugged: "But if you ask me, I really don't know. Do you remember what you ate yesterday's breakfast, the breakfast the day before yesterday, or the breakfast for a month?"

The violent martial arts will radiated out in all directions with the smiling body as the center. The three gray knights screamed wildly under the irradiation of this force.

However, the bishop smiled and faced the martial will that was rushing towards him. He directly used the civilian consciousness in his body to resist this impact. As long as the lives in his body were not consumed completely, he would not be defeated by the impact of the martial will.

He looked at the bishop in front of him with a smile, and his heart gradually sinks: "** is not dead, not mentally damaged, I am in trouble now."

Over there, the bishop was already laughing wildly and said, "The title knight can carry out will shocks. This is because ordinary people don't know this skill. So how do you feel when you face the will shocks of dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of people alone?"

"Enjoy it and enjoy their pain."

The next moment, violent and surging, full of all kinds of anger, despair, fear, and sad consciousness surged out of the bishop's body, like thousands of ghosts coming out of the gate, and the infinite black shadows swallowed the smile in an instant.

Braidae and the old man looked at this scene in surprise, but their consciousness of controlling cells was killed by the smiley face with the impact of will. At this time, they also stood up and made a fighting posture.

The bishop looked at the scene in front of him coldly, but with a look of disdain, he directly ordered: "Leave it to me, No. 1, go and catch the rest."

...

In the underground passage, Fang Xingjian came to a hall, and the entire hall was filled with the smell of corpses. He walked quietly on the path in the middle of the hall, and countless bones and rotten meat were found in the deep pits on both sides of the path.

At least thousands of people died in the corpse pit that could not be seen at first sight.

Looking at the corpses everywhere, Fang Xingjian seemed to have murderous intent condensed in his eyes, and the mental method in his mind kept moving, as if it was getting faster and faster.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed out of the pit, but before he could get close, the sword light flashed, and four blood flowers splashed out from his body and fell in front of Fang Xingjian.

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

It was the body of a three or four-year-old child, but the child's limbs were replaced with dog legs, and his eyes and ears were sewn. He felt the madness and death intention on the other person, and could clearly feel that the other person had completely gone crazy.

A sword light was sprinkled and the transformed child was killed.

Fang Xingjian's pace accelerated, and his murderous intent surged in his eyes and continued to go deep into the ground. However, the position he walked by, long sword marks were left unconsciously, cutting through the ground, as if uncontrollable power kept popping out of Fang Xingjian's body.

After the mass grave, walking through the corridor more than a thousand meters long, the smell of blood came to my face.

What caught Fang Xingjian's eyes was the countless men and women hanging from the top of the cave.

Each human body has various scars, some have been cut off half of their heads, some have been cut off their limbs, and so on.

Blood flowed on the ground, illuminating the entire hall in blood.

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

The murderous intent in his eyes rolled up like a strong wind, and he walked step by step towards the center of the bloody hall.

Along the way, in addition to seeing the corpses hanging on them like dead pigs, you can also see various torture instruments, often with blood and minced meat on them, and even dead bodies lying on them, with their faces still showing a terrified expression.

Flashes of sharpening sounds came from the depths of the hall. When Fang Xingjian came to the location where the sharpening sound was, he could see a short figure sitting there, grinding a kitchen knife with great concentration.

A neurotic voice kept coming from the other person's mouth.

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

"The noble lady's meat is the most delicious and is the best for cold dishes."

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

As Fang Xingjian's footsteps came, the short man slowly turned around, and the kitchen knife in his hand cut across the whetstone, revealing an ugly face with a twisted facial features and a burned face.
Chapter completed!