The golden meteor was Qin Ze who was holding Miss Sword Box.
Before the preacher could react, Qin Ze had already smashed the sword box heavily on his head.
With the physical strength of a ninth-level warrior blessed by the source of God, plus the heavy blow from Miss Sword Box, the preacher's body was obviously shorter.
Like a nail, a hammer hit it.
Zila la--
Immediately, violent golden thunder was released from Qin Ze's body, flowing down like a waterfall, covering the whole body of the preacher.
The preacher was briefly hit into a state of stiffness.
The closed cage built by the tentacles had some gaps.
The Sword King seized the opportunity, leaned against it with an iron mountain, and immediately broke through the cage.
While Qin Ze's thunder was still playing a residual heat, the Sword King poured blood into the sword, aimed at the preacher's head and chopped it out.
Seeing this, Qin Ze hurriedly hugged Miss Sword Box and fled.
The preacher removed all the electricity, and the knife light was in front of him.
He quickly turned his head, but the knife still chopped off half of his head diagonally, exposing his brain cavity.
The preacher's brain was not filled with brains, but dark red, maggot-like things.
They crowded into a large ball, constantly squirming and entangled.
After being exposed to the air, they seemed to be frightened.
Not only did they wriggle faster, but they also rushed to drill down, making a "squeaking" sound at the same time.
The surrounding gray fog immediately poured into the gap in the brain and began to repair it at an accelerated speed.
The preacher looked up at Qin Ze in the distance, raised his tentacles and scratched his brain, and the "swarm" inside suddenly became more boiling.
"You're here, which saves me a lot of trouble, so I don't have to go find you later." Qin Ze said in a deep voice: "I'm here to send you off." In one sentence, the preacher's brain had been repaired, and the annoying squeaking sound finally disappeared.
"Your source of God, my Lord accepts it." The preacher attacked Qin Ze and the Sword King at the same time.
The thorn tentacles hidden in the ground all burst out at this moment.
They waved in the air like tree roots, rushing towards the Sword King and Qin Ze.
From a distance, the preacher's upper body was an octopus, and his lower body was more like a big tree.
His legs were firmly rooted in the ground, standing still and outputting.
Qin Ze held Miss Sword Box and bombarded wildly.
In front of the indestructible Sword Box, everything was a paper tiger.
The broken tentacles splashed dark red sticky liquid, and Miss Sword Box was inevitably stuck with some.
Her entire sword box was going crazy.
"Ahhhh——"
"Too disgusting!"
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows: "I didn't say anything, not to mention that you are just a sword box, what's so disgusting about it."
Miss Sword Box retorted: "Sword boxes can also be disgusting!"
At this moment, she suddenly regretted a little. Perhaps choosing to stay in the ruined temple was also a good decision.
The sword king's crazy sword slash made the preacher's attack all come to nothing. He immediately sent a message to Qin Ze's mental power: "He is consuming us."
There are only two situations when masters fight.
One is to find the opponent's flaws and kill them with one blow.
Another situation is like this now.
Neither side can do anything to the other, and it has entered a war of attrition. It depends on who can hold on to the end.
But in the gray fog, it is obviously not good for Qin Ze and the sword king.
The blood of the two of them is used up a little bit.
And now it is on the ground, not in the abyss, and the sword king cannot exert 100% of his strength.
But even if the preacher was only fatally wounded, the gray fog would quickly repair it like a nanorobot.
While dealing with the preacher's attack, Qin Ze looked at the floor painting, trying to find the connection between the preacher and the divine realm.
"I'm thinking."
Qin Ze said lightly.
The preacher was like a towering tree, blocking the painting tightly, and Qin Ze could not see anything.
As for the believer's clone, although his perspective was good, because his strength was too low, Qin Ze did not find anything in his field of vision.
"Let's clamp him on the left and right."
Since there is no opportunity, then create an opportunity.
Qin Ze's idea was very simple, looking for the opponent's flaws in the chaos.
The sword king nodded, holding the sword in his hand and attacking the preacher's left side.
Qin Ze took a deep breath, activated the giant's "giant" ability, and his huge body instantly rose from the ground, and was even taller than the preacher.
Miss Sword Box, who was free to retract and release, immediately became dozens of meters longer without reminder.
"Hello, little brother."
Qin Ze hugged Miss Jian Xia and slapped the preacher's head hard.
The thunder wrapped with the source of God exploded on the preacher's head with a "pop", and most of his brain wasThe bag was blown to pieces.
Qin Ze's attack was like blowing up a toilet, and countless dark red maggots as long as fingers flew all over the sky like flowers scattered by fairies.
The sword king, who had just cut off the preacher's arm, was also affected. He swung his long sword and all the insects falling on him were shattered.
Qin Ze directly stood up Miss Jianxie and blocked all the insects.
He looked at the insects under his feet, and they turned into carbon black after squirming for a while.
The wind blew gently and turned into black dust.
Qin Ze couldn't help feeling nauseous: "What is this?"
Miss Jianxie replied: "I don't know either."
The clones also commented on it.
"Eh~ So disgusting."
"Bring a few back, I want to skewer them and roast them to see what they taste like."
"Hurry up and stuff this gourmet into the preacher's head, and let him eat his fill."
"Outrageous, open the door, outrageous as hell."
"..."
The preacher, who had lost nearly a third of his insects, swayed like a drunken man.
Although the gray fog was still repairing the wound on his head, it was not as fast as before.
Qin Ze seized the opportunity and immediately moved to the side and rear of the preacher, where the painting was.
The preacher was very close to the painting, less than half a step away.
For such a huge body, it was almost attached to it.
Sensing Qin Ze's intention, the ground under the preacher's feet suddenly sprayed out a bunch of thorn tentacles.
They were like man-eating plants with bloody mouths, trying to bite Qin Ze to death.
Qin Ze dodged by teleporting through the void, thinking to himself: "How stingy, let's see what happened?"
Bang——
After finishing the teleportation, he appeared behind the preacher on the right and kicked the tentacles that were chasing him.
The preacher standing in place turned sideways, like a wall of sighs.
Qin Ze got angry, and the golden divine pattern spread from his wrist, instantly covering Miss Jianxie's whole body.
He took a deep breath and threw Miss Jianxie with all his strength.
"Let me get some!"
Bang——
Miss Jianxie made a deafening sonic boom in the space.
Countless corpses and gray fog gathered, blocking Miss Jianxie's path.
However, they were just a group of small fish in front of Miss Jianxie, and were easily crushed.
Bang——
Miss Jianxie hit the side of the preacher like a god descending from heaven, knocking him staggering.
At the same time, the floor painting finally came into Qin Ze's eyes.