It's hard to see, wearing a white bone mask.

The throne is carved with the celestial bones, and above the armrest are two gloomy skulls, which are the heads of the two celestial gods.

And the man in gray is the stinger!

The God of Slayer controls the highest way of assassin.

He is lonely.

It's also cruel and ruthless.

There is a clone technique for stinging the gods, and they transform into millions of people. Whenever they encounter talented people, they will personally bring them to the headquarters for training.

And he can endure loneliness.

As the highest and possessing great strength, he can sit on the throne for ten thousand years without moving for ten thousand years.

If it weren't for the change of the way of heaven back then, he would have sat forever.

A real killer is always very patient.

"We are all ready to join the hunting of Qin at any time."

The stairs of the hall are all made of bones.

A god knelt in front of the sting god, and was trembling in his respect.

"Waiting for the decisive battle between heaven and earth to begin, you all must bring a head back."

The tone of the God of Tsing was very cold and said ruthlessly: "Dear Wilderness, do you really think you can threaten me? The assassin has already put life and death aside, but in my temple of Tsing God, there is a head of the Supreme God."

He doesn't care about the war in heaven and earth.

He doesn't even care about his own life and death.

Every assassin's assassin is actually a test of life and death for himself.

He likes the thrill of dancing on the tip of a knife.

I also like to reap other people's lives.

Watching others fear in front of him, playing with the feeling of life and death.

Boom!

A ray of light suddenly shone in the temple of the Thorns.
Chapter completed!