The preacher's tilted body allowed Qin Ze to see the scene behind him.
Large groups of gray fog gushed out of the painting.
Apart from this, there was nothing special.
Qin Ze was stunned. This was obviously different from what the preacher said. He did not see the connection with the divine realm.
Is the preacher lying?
But he had no reason to lie, after all, the clone was so loyal.
While Qin Ze was stunned, the preacher had regained his balance.
His head had fully recovered, and the arm that was broken by the sword king had grown out again.
"I can fight with you like this for a whole day."
"Guess who will fall first?"
The preacher grinned, his tone full of playfulness and sarcasm.
Qin Ze swung the sword box and smashed it at the preacher as a hammer.
Unlike the previous slowness, although the preacher's legs were still firmly rooted in the ground, his body was able to flexibly avoid some of Qin Ze's attacks.
Not only that, his body's repair speed also returned to the beginning.
It was like a machine with a system update, rejuvenated again.
Qin Ze frowned.
If the fight continued like this, the preacher was right. He and the Sword King would fall before the preacher.
Qin Ze stepped back to distance himself and let the Sword King deal with the front.
He couldn't hold on for long in the hands of the preacher because his buffs were not fully stacked. He could only sneak attack.
Qin Ze fell into thinking while dealing with the tentacles that the preacher occasionally attacked.
There must be a connection, but he didn't find it.
From the previous conversation between the other party and the clone, it can be seen that the connection is very hidden.
"The speed of gray fog repairing is different."
"The speed of repairing a blown head is different from that of a broken arm or leg. The former is much slower than the latter..."
Thinking of this, Qin Ze's eyes lit up and he sent a telepathic message to the Sword King: "Destroy his head."
Hearing Qin Ze's words, the Sword King slashed away dozens of tentacles that came at him.
His skin flushed red and he raised his sword high.
"Cut the sky!"
A white sword energy that penetrated the sky and the earth split the gray fog and slashed towards the preacher's head.
The preacher didn't take it seriously and still stood there.
"How many times do I have to say that the Lord's divine power is not something that you mortals can match."
More dense gray fog gushed out from both sides behind him and condensed into a thick and solid wall in front of him.
Boom——
The sword energy of the Sword King instantly collapsed the gray fog wall, but its power was also largely removed.
The remaining white light instantly pierced through the void and flashed above the preacher's head.
The preacher was chopped open again.
The upper part of his head was cut off directly, revealing the boiling sea of worms wriggling inside.
The layer of worms on the surface was shattered by the knife energy and turned into charcoal black powder.
The preacher's huge body shook violently, and the gray mist began to quickly flow into the broken head.
But compared with the previous repair of the broken arms and tentacles, the speed was obviously much slower.
"It's true."
Qin Ze confirmed what he thought in his heart after seeing this.
The speed of gray mist repair is closely related to the number of dark red maggots.
Power needs a carrier.
Especially divine power, even if the body of a ninth-level warrior absorbs it, it will be blown up.
The body of the preacher who accepted the "God's Descent" was not only not broken, but could be reborn continuously.
This made Qin Ze certain that the carrier of the evil god's power was probably those worms.
The injury to the preacher this time was much more serious than the one when Qin Ze blew him up, and it took a few seconds to repair a little bit.
Qin Ze shuttled through the void, and at the same time sent a message to the Sword King: "Get him away from the painting."
The Sword King rushed with his sword, and all the tentacles blocking his way were shattered into pieces.
Bang——
The Sword King used all his strength and hit the side of the preacher with his right shoulder.
The preacher, who had already received a weak buff, could no longer stand at this moment, and his huge body slowly fell to the ground.
His feet left their original position, and dozens of densely packed twisted tentacles were pulled out from the soles of his feet, like the roots of an old tree.
Qin Ze just ended his void travel and stood in front of the painting.
The golden divine pattern flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the floor painting.
This time, Qin Ze finally saw the so-called connection.
All I saw were dark red maggots the size of fingers, connected end to end, flying out of the painting like a chain and drilling into the preacher's brain.
As more and more maggots appeared in the brain, the repair speed was gradually increasing.
The maggots were too small, and they were still in the gray fog.
If Qin Ze hadn't received this information in advance and used the Source of God to check it, it would have been really difficult to find.
The last time he saw the painting, the maggots were justGood delivery, so there is no discovery.
Bang——
Qin Ze held Miss Sword Box and smashed the "Long Snake Formation" heavily, immediately breaking the connection between the preacher and the divine domain.
The preacher, who was about to get up, suddenly lost the connection and fell to the ground again.
"How is it possible!?"
The preacher was in disbelief.
The other party actually discovered the connection between him and the divine domain.
Unbelievable, unheard of.
How did he know?
However, the preacher did not have time to think too much at this moment.
The Sword King had begun to "trample the war" on him.
Although the Sword King did not know what happened specifically, he could see that the preacher was in an extremely weak state at this time, and even the repair ability was not very useful.
Under the continuous greetings of the Sword King's "Crazy Sword Slash", one side of the preacher's body was already bloody.
The preacher, who was pressed to the ground, tried his best to stand up again, but the Sword King did not give him this opportunity at all.
At this moment, the Sword King used practical actions to interpret what it means for a mortal body to be on par with gods.
As soon as the preacher showed signs of standing up, the Sword King immediately "trampled him in war" and made him lie down.
You know, the preacher's body is a hundred times bigger than the Sword King's.
Qin Ze was still trying to stop the endless stream of insects, and a thick layer of "carbon ash" had already been laid under his feet.
If this continues, the preacher will return to the arms of his master in less than ten minutes.
The clone in the eggshell felt his scalp tingling when he saw the insects flying towards the preacher's head.
If this is the price to get the vest, it's better not to have this vest.
When he thought that his brain and body would be drilled by these insects in the future, he got goose bumps all over his body.
The slightly tired voice of the preacher sounded in the ears of the clone at this time.
"He discovered my connection with the divine realm."
The clone quickly said, "It's not me."
The preacher smiled and said, "Of course it's not you. Maybe I just had bad luck today."
The believer's clone cried to death.
The preacher would rather think that he was unlucky than suspect him.
"Take it."
The preacher's voice brought the clone back to his senses.
He saw a wooden cane slowly condensing in front of him.