Chapter 621

Kemon thought for three seconds. Without saying a word, he froze the blood of the two guards and threw it into the storage scarf.

Because in a few seconds of synaesthesia, kemon saw that the guard's shift time was 12 hours. They had just changed shifts, and there was still a long time before the next shift.

Clement is here to deal with the door organization, no need to keep hands on the enemy.

Over the checkpoint, push open a closed door, stand in front of the fence, look in front of the fence.

In front of us is a very wide large space, surging crowd into a team, moving forward in the same direction.

Kemon saw the strange costumed Centaur, the strange creature with centipede legs, and the human with blue skin.

Only 10 percent of the human species are pure, and the rest of the creatures are non-human.

Kemon can feel that the heat contained in these non-human races is no more than the total heat of the guards and disciples.

The sound of broadcasting is a non Koi Island language.

Kemon is very spiritual and can analyze what the other side says in ten seconds.

He gently pinched the steel fence with his hand, pushed the door open and then closed it. At this time, someone finally looked at kemon.

People lowered their heads in fear and quickly passed by, not daring to look at kemon.

Kemon didn't care about them. He quickly joined the crowd and followed them to the so-called holy land.

The holy land is a lecture hall with a ceiling of five meters, and rows of benches are neatly arranged to 200 meters away.

The furthest wall has colored impurity glass, which depicts a vague image of God.

Looking at the mural, kemon felt a strong spiritual pollution.

If you have a mental resistance of less than 3000, maybe you will make a mark.

But now it's not the same. This kind of mental pollution can only surprise him slightly.

"Sing along with me the great one of all things."

"Ah, great..."

The emotional songs echoed in the high hall like the sounds of nature.

The wall materials here are carefully designed to enhance the echo and make the believers more sincere.

With no facial expression and no affectation, he went straight to the Apostle Godfather on the platform.

The Apostle godfather was dressed in a white robe, like a priest, with his eyes closed, singing aloud the name of the true God.

In front of the bench, every sincere believer closed his eyes, opened his voice and made an empty voice.

With more and more people chanting, the spiritual pollution contained in the voice is more and more serious.

This kind of spiritual pollution is not the kind that makes people crazy, but is imperceptibly transformed into the believers of the sect organization.

In principle, no matter who invades here, without thousands of resistance, will plant seeds similar to heart demons in their hearts. If they do not leave, they will be promoted to disciples if they have potential in the future.

The disciples here are not well guarded against the invasion of outsiders, which may be due to arrogance or another reason.

Kemon's pace is not pace, step by step, two steps, unswervingly to the place where the disciples are. His mental skills are ready, aiming at the heat distribution point of the disciple Godfather.

The godfather's brain has the highest heat, followed by his hands and legs, which can outline the shape of tentacles.

Once the war starts, the disciple may use his dissimilated brain to launch spiritual attacks. The alienation of both hands and legs can also become a terrible killing weapon.

However, this kind of thing was of no use to him, because his mind moved, and the heat from his disciple and godfather was rapidly removed and lost into the air.

The white robed priest, like a dead statue, fell to the ground like this.

The believers who are addicted to singing don't notice. Only those who have not yet sat down notice that the priest suddenly falls down.

"What's going on?"

"How did the great disciple fall?"

Next to kemon, there was a chatter of discussion, and there was a bit of fear in the voice.

A few seconds later, the shrieking sound sounded in the crowd, like a sharp knife, breaking the harmonious chanting sound.

After the scream, the believers in the front row opened their eyes and found that the priest had fallen down and stopped singing one after another.

The person nearest to the priest trotted all the way to the priest. He touched his nose and scratched his eyelids. He saw the priest's frozen eyeballs. His skin also felt the extremely cold skin, like a big ice block of more than 100 degrees below zero.

Kemon has tested that when people's body temperature drops to a certain degree, they will die irreversibly.

"Disciple Die The first investigator's lips trembled, his tongue flicked, and his voice rolled wrong, but the meaning was probably expressed.

"The great disciple is dead!"

"Ah ah, ah --"

the screams from the front row spread to the back row, and countless preparation personnel panicked and left their positions and ran away from the holy land.Clement then passed through the flustered crowd, went to the dead disciple, and touched each other's face.

Numerous synaesthesia images emerge in front of kemon, who sees the figure of the golden gate master.

The most accurate analysis of all kinds of information is based on the location of the main gate.

After taking the disciples away, he went straight through the second, third and fourth floors, which is the bottom.

After arriving at this floor, there are not as many people on the fourth floor as there are on the upper floor. It is a resting place for several disciples. The decoration is luxurious. All kinds of power consumptions are directly filled. They don't care about the electricity charges of waste soil.

Because of the changes in the underground space on the first floor, the disciples on the fourth floor knew that something had happened, and they guarded the hall one after another.

"Who are you?" The nineteen disciples were in strict array, and before they had finished speaking, the goods in their hands had been used.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

The shelter, the assault, came together.

The temperature in the space suddenly rises, and the red air wave surges with the deadly energy of high temperature.

The walls and ground, purple lightning into small mice, with the real lightning speed first hit, much faster than the red temperature temperature.

In addition, there are clouds of ghosts, centaurs, terrible killer plants, and other large killing objects.

Even behind kemon's back, a gray fog wave is instantly generated, and a huge insect mouth formed by a certain shelter is forming across the border.

A variety of attacks have formed an all-round non dead corner block on kemon. Kemon feels that this space is in a closed state, and he can no longer send stones to tear the void to escape.

"Too slow." KMON shook his head.

Click.

The eighteen disciples suddenly exploded, white ice splashed around, blood vessels and blood droplets shot at the ground like bullets, and a large white cold fog burst out.

There was only one disciple standing alone, his face frozen with excitement and shivering.

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