After struggling for a long time, No. 22 finally made up his mind, grasped the end of the [King's Scepter], and pulled it out of his body with force!
Forget it, take a gamble!
If you want power, how can you not take risks?
The Gate of Truth is something from outside this universe, and it is an existence at the level of the Three Pillar Gods. You can't deceive yourself into being a human artifact, right?
Amidst the tearing sounds of flesh and blood being separated, the [King's Scepter] was held tightly in No. 22's hands, and a hideous blood mark penetrated his chest. However, as the bloated skin bag continued to squirm, more and more flesh and blood filled it, restoring the injury.
No. 22 holds the blood-stained scepter, takes a deep breath, and hands it to the starlight tentacle...
Whoosh——!!
Just when the starlight tentacle was about to take over the scepter, a gray shadow passed in front of No. 22 like lightning. The next moment, his palm was empty.
No. 22 was stunned.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked around, only to see a huge gray-skinned mouse holding the [King's Scepter] in its mouth, looking at him quietly from a distance.
As a flash of lightning flashed, the gray-skinned mouse gradually stood up and turned into a figure in a gray robe. Dense arcs of electricity spread around it, and a pair of "one" characters were clearly visible in its blood-colored pupils.
Fish one!
Seeing this scene, No. 22’s pupils suddenly shrank!
"Give me back the scepter!!" He roared angrily, his bloated figure slammed onto the ground, and rushed towards Yu Yi like a ferocious beast with uncoordinated limbs.
At the same time, Yu Yi's temperament changed rapidly, the word "一" in his original eyes gradually disappeared, and his gray robe was dyed pitch black. As a scar appeared on his forehead, An Qingyu's soul had been transferred from the air.
An Qingyu held the [King's Scepter] in one hand, a faint mist diffused from under his robe, and his hazy gray eyes were indifferent and mysterious.
An afterimage passed across the ground, and the ferocious face of No. 22 flashed in front of him. A fist covered with scars and sutures roared out, whipping up a strong wind and smashing into An Qing's fish door!
The strong wind blew up the black robe. An Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly and turned his head slightly to avoid the blow. The sharp wind of the fist swayed the tips of his hair.
The next moment, his fingertips pointed precisely at No. 22's chest!
Boom——!!
A blood hole like a water tank exploded out of thin air, and No. 22's bloated body seemed to have been cut open with a hammer. A mouthful of blood spurted out and rolled to the ground like mud.
The blood quickly dyed the ground red. No. 22 supported his body with both hands, gritted his teeth and tried to stand up from the ground. Lines of flesh and blood regenerated from the stitched body, constantly filling the vacancies in the central blood hole. His face was extremely pale.
"Who...are you?!" No. 22 stared at An Qingyu and spoke hoarsely.
"Does it matter who I am?" An Qingyu said calmly, "I thought that it would not be difficult for you to get here, but I didn't expect that you all almost died in the depths of the maze... [God's Desire Paradise]
], they are indeed a bunch of rabble."
Hearing this sentence, No. 22 seemed to understand something, and his eyes shrank slightly:
"Is it you?! You were the one who passed us the information about the Gate of Truth? Did you lead 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 to truth of equivalent exchange at all? You tricked us here, just
To steal [the King's Scepter] from my hand?!"
"You think too highly of yourself." An Qingyu's voice was extremely calm, "I can get the [King's Scepter] by killing you. Even if I kill all the [God's Desire Paradise], it won't be difficult for me.
"
An Qingyu's voice contained no emotion at all, but to No. 22, these words sounded like a slap in the face.
The contempt revealed by the other party inadvertently made No. 22, who was already full of anger, immediately ignited. His body gradually stood up straight, and a pink halo of divine power swayed under his feet!
"If you were the Supreme God, I would tolerate saying this... But you are just a main god, what are you pretending to be here?!"
No. 22 cursed angrily, and a pair of arms suddenly burst out from the ribs of the bloated body. Four palms made a strange handprint out of thin air. Countless pink virtual snakes, like jade fingers intertwined with each other, burst out from under An Qingyu's feet!
These virtual snakes surround Anqingyu, constantly spitting out red letters, but the sounds they make are not the sizzling sounds of snakes spitting out letters, but rather imaginative moans.
An Qingyu was dressed in black and stood among countless virtual snakes, walking out with an expressionless face.
Dense pink virtual snakes wrapped around his hands and feet, entangled themselves next to his ears, and kept licking his earlobes, as if a surging ocean was submerging him!
Just as No. 22 snorted coldly, a crisp cracking sound came from the sea of snakes!
Click——!
A gray light flashed through the void, and thousands of pink virtual snakes suddenly stopped, and then shattered inch by inch like glass!
All the moans turned into shrill howls, which only lasted for a moment and then disappeared without a trace. A black shadow stepped through the void and arrived in front of No. 22 in an instant.
No. 22's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was about to retreat when the extreme ice froze half of his body, sealing it like half an ice coffin. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move at all.
"This is impossible... As long as you are a human being, you will definitely have desires! Why are you not affected?!" No. 22 saw An Qingyu's stagnant eyes, and an inexplicable chill seeped out 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 can no longer be considered a complete 'human'."
He stood in front of the frozen body of No. 22, with a pitch-black scalpel falling in his palm. His eyes were constantly examining No. 22's body, as if analyzing something.
"Clumsy stitching methods... Is this how you invaded the body of the goddess of desire and gained 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... If you want to use the [King's Scepter], I can help you! I am the only person in this world who can
People who use it!”
"The only one who can use it?"
An Qingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and the next moment, the scalpel in his palm accurately struck the corner of No. 22's heart, cutting out a squirming fragment!
The screams of No. 22 echoed through the sky!
An Qingyu placed the fragment in his palm, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then rubbed it with his fingers, turning it into fly ash... Then, his palm simulated the same aura as the heart!
He placed his palm on the [King's Scepter], and a faint light lit up from the top of the scepter.