Whoosh swish swish swish...

Four white lights flew out from the thick fog, nailing the young man's shoulders and legs to the wall.

Those are four bones, and there are flesh and blood, human bones!

"Although I'm reluctant, I have too many questions to ask, so you have a chance to die."

The hero in the demigod state stepped out of the thick fog, crossed the railing, and fell to the terrace. The veil on his face blew in the wind, and the plum blossoms trembled, like a fairy.

The young man had no fear on his face. After his expression of surprise, he turned into doubt and stared at the hero's exposed eyes: "Why do you know it's me?"

Bang!

A railing exploded, and wood chips flew like nails and thorns, all of which penetrated into the young man's body.

"You are not qualified to talk nonsense."

The young man groaned, but grinned and smiled sarcastically.

"I have been operating in Shuangzhou City for many years. Do you know how many of the millions below are ours? Kill me, you will get nothing except more deaths."

"That person can report directly to you just now, and his status should be quite good!" said the hero, "Don't worry, someone has already set his sights on him. Everything about God's grace here will be uprooted today!"

The young man's expression was frozen, and after a moment, he said in a silence: "Then guess, will I let him know everything?"

"So I didn't kill you right away."

"If you have any means, you can use it. I really want to know whether my faith in the Lord of God is devout enough." A madness appeared in the young man's eyes.

The hero's heart sank and his eyes slowly narrowed.

A crazy believer, not what he expected, was the one he least wanted to face.

These people are all crazy people, and they are rational lunatics. They cannot speculate based on common sense. Torture that life is worse than death is a nightmare for ordinary people, but for them, it is likely that there is no difference between rewards.

"Why not do this!" the young man said again, "I have many questions, let's exchange, each one asks one, how about it?"

The hero thought for a while and asked directly: "What is your purpose of lurking in Shuangzhou?"

"Of course it's Baji Palace, isn't this obvious?" The young man smiled again, as if he was mocking him for wasting an opportunity.

"It's my turn to answer my question."

"What the hero told me."

"You are lying!" the young man widened his eyes, "How did he know?"

"I should ask you now." The hero said, "The nine temples have already possessed a sufficiently respectful position. They have no reason to suddenly destroy the balance of secular power. Your pursuit of secular palaces is not in line with the purpose of creating a new god with the grace of the gods. So, answer me, what is your ultimate goal?"

The young man was silent and said quietly after a moment: "If you have ever experienced despair, then you should understand one truth--God will not give you benefits in vain.

Everything you have and everything you get will have to pay the corresponding price.”

The hero frowned: "Say the point."

"The key point? It's very simple." The young man sneered, "You must have heard the four words 'God blesses the world', but have you ever wondered why God wants to bless the world?"

“It’s their responsibility.”

"Just. Parents bring a life to the world, taking care of the upbringing is the responsibility; children and grandchildren repay the grace of raising, and filial piety and serving the elderly is the responsibility.

God and man are not close or close, so where does the responsibility come from?”

"People believe in them."

"It's even more ridiculous. I love a girl deeply. If I give my whole heart and do my best to be nice to her, should she have to respond to me with love? Absurd! It's just wishful thinking."

The hero was stunned, frowned and pondered, and suddenly his pupils shrank rapidly, and he said in horror: "You... you covet secular power in order to control the direction of the next catastrophe war and create death by man!"

"You are very smart! That's right, all things have spirits. Spirits are life, souls, and spiritual energy in heaven and earth are born from the demise of all things in the world.

God blesses the world because their source of divine power comes from the world!”

It was like being hit by a thunderbolt in the sunny day. The hero staggered and looked down at his hands. In a trance, he felt that his skin was covered with flesh and blood. One blue-white arms after another came out from under the floor, grabbed his ankles and hugged his legs. The crying sound of the wronged soul floated back and forth in his ears, making his scalp numb and almost collapsed.

The power of God comes from the soul of man!

The so-called God can be high because he steps on hundreds of millions of corpses and souls under his feet.

He remembered the hallucinations he saw in Su Leshan's sword. Under the feet of the plump woman holding a baby, was Jingguan made of skeletons.

It turns out that this is God, this is the God I am determined to be?

In order to save the world, we must first kill enough people!

How much life does a demigod need to be promoted to a sub-god?

How many unjust souls do the sub-god become a god?

The Lord God, the Emperor... Haha! It's so sad!

The hero stood there blankly, with strong frustration and sadness flooding him like the thick fog around him. He felt that his existence was a mistake and a joke.

At this moment, the jade in the center of the star and moon plate suddenly burst out with light, and a tender voice sounded in his consciousness.

"Big brother, don't be unhappy, Yu'er likes to see you smile."

This sound was like a great sword that penetrated the world, deeply penetrated into the hero's heart, and the dark clouds torn by the sword body, the sun shone down, and the warmth melted everything frozen.

Looking at the pain and confusion in the hero's eyes, the young man's mouth showed a grim smile, and at the same time his mouth became longer and sharp, with four fangs above and below as sharp as a knife.

As his body, which had grown green gray hair, expanded, the bones nailed to his limbs were supported one by one, and a huge green werewolf stood up.

He suddenly rushed forward, opened his bloody mouth, and bit the hero's head hard.

Crack!

The fangs pierced the flesh and rubbed against the bones, making a harsh sound.

The hero tilted his body at some point, and only let his wolf teeth bit his back and chest.

"Thank you for the pain." He pinched the green wolf's throat and slowly raised it up, his eyes extremely contemptuous: "I think you are a thing, it turns out to be just a dog!"

The green wolf couldn't move all over, and his red eyes were filled with fear and disbelief: "This power... cannot be! How could you be a demigod?"

"This is also a problem." The hero smiled, "I want to disappoint you, but I am a demigod!"

Qinglang's eyes were uncertain, and suddenly a large cloud of smoke blew out of his mouth, and then the hero felt a lighter in his hand.

It disappeared.

"Is this your ability to transform into smoke and escape? As expected, just like your character, sneaky and shameless."

As the hero said, his divine power spread and instantly scanned within a radius of thousands of meters. When the last word came out, he hummed coldly and heard a cry of pain from the thick fog behind the pavilion. Then the green wolf involuntarily broke through several walls, penetrated the pavilion and flew back to the hero.

"You have transformed and will sooner or later die of crazy due to heart failure. The special ability actually escapes. Don't you think it's too ironic?" the hero asked with a smile.

I don’t know if I know I will die today. The green wolf gasped for a moment, vomited a mouthful of blood, and the redness in his eyes gradually faded away, saying, “You are much faster than I imagined. It can be seen that anyone who has enjoyed divine power will not be able to resist the temptation and become its slave.”

"The person who has shit in his heart will see that everything is feces." The hero shook his head, "Don't say such nonsense, so as not to make a laugh."

"Don't you believe it?"

"No, I believe. Whether it is the Great Emperor or the Nine Gods, even if they are all gods who cannibalize themselves, what does it have to do with me?"

"If you want to become a god, you can only take the path of cannibalism."

"Haha, your vision is so narrow, you are really just a group of poor people hiding in the dark."

The hero raised his hand, and the spiritual energy around him gathered, and in the blink of an eye it condensed into the shape of a nail.

"As you said, the Middle Earth world was born for more than billions of years, and all things were born and destroyed, endless, and the spiritual energy was inexhaustible. The origin of the divine power that was scattered by the fall of the nine gods is enough for me to become a god. Why do you still have to learn from you to fish in the end of the lake?"

Qinglang remained silent, and the hero said, "In order to maintain its lofty status in the world, the temple uses evil magic to quickly create gods. How selfish? How stupid? Even if they really succeed in the end, the gods they created are evil gods.

Of course, they just want to continue to be arrogant and certainly don't care about this.

So, you can continue your crazy beliefs, but stop talking about any great principles to wrap yourself up with helplessness or innocent cloak.

After all, shit is all shit. If you pull it into the golden toilet, it will still shit, and it will not become noble."

"No matter what, what you use is life! Your body and your body are also filled with countless unjust souls!" The green wolf seemed to be insulted, and his emotions were slightly excited.

"So what?" the hero shrugged, "They already exist, this is an objective fact. I think if they still have consciousness, they would definitely be more willing to use it for me than being contaminated by your shit and urine."

As he said that, he bounced his fingers and the spiritual nail penetrated into the green wolf's right eye.

Qinglang let out a scream, covered his face and arched his body. After a moment, it began to shrink slowly, and soon it returned to its original appearance.

However, if one eye is blind, handsome must have ceased to exist.

"You can indeed recover." The hero asked with interest without any surprise: "Is this why you can become a priest, not as cannon fodder like Zhang Tu and Cao E?"

"Because I am more pious and the favor of the Lord of God has given me more powerful divine power!"

"Take the jb! The emperor has been dead for a thousand years, what a fondness! Tell me, how many semi-finished products are there like you?"

The young man slowly put down his hand, revealing his right eye with only a blood hole left, licking his lips, and said, "You have asked the question, it's my turn to."

The hero curled his lips and said please.

"How did the hero find me?"

"What Cao E said."
To be continued...