After hesitating 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, let’s take a gamble!

If you want power, how can you not take risks?

The Door of Truth is something that comes from outside this universe, and it is an existence at the level of the Three Pillar Gods. It would not be a human artifact that would deceive me, right?

Amid the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, No. 22 held the [Scepter of the King] tightly in his hand. A hideous blood mark pierced through his chest, but as the bloated skin continued to squirm, more and more flesh and blood filled it up, healing the injury.

No. 22 held the blood-stained scepter in his hand, took a deep breath, and handed it to the starlight tentacle...

Whoosh! !

Just as the starlight tentacles were about to take over the scepter, a gray shadow flashed past No. 22 like lightning, and the next moment, his palm was empty.

No. 22 was stunned.

He subconsciously turned his head and saw a huge gray rat holding the [Scepter of the King] in its mouth, looking at him quietly in the distance.

With a flash of lightning, the gray-skinned mouse gradually stood up and turned into a figure in a gray robe. Dense arcs of electricity diffused around it, and in its blood-red pupils, a pair of "one" characters were clearly visible.

Fish one!

Seeing this scene, No. 22's pupils suddenly contracted!

"Give me back the scepter!" He roared, stomped his bloated body on 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 "Yi" in his pupils gradually disappeared, and his gray robe was dyed black. As a scar appeared on his forehead, An Qingyu's soul had been transferred across the air.

An Qingyu held the [King's Scepter] in one hand, a faint mist diffused from under his robe, and his pair of gray eyes in the haze were indifferent and mysterious.

A shadow passed across the earth, and the ferocious face of No. 22 flashed in front of him. A fist covered with scars and sutures was swung out with a whistling wind, smashing towards An Qingyu's face!

The strong wind blew up the black robe. An Qingyu narrowed his eyes slightly and gently turned his head to avoid the attack. The sharp wind from the fist blew up the ends of his hair.

The next moment, his fingertips precisely touched No. 22's chest!

Boom!

A blood hole as big as a water tank exploded out of nowhere, and No. 22's bloated body seemed to be split open by a hammer. He spurted out a mouthful of blood 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. Flesh and blood regenerated from the stitched body, constantly filling the gap in the blood hole in the center. His face was extremely pale.

"Who... are you?!" No. 22 stared at An Qingyu and spoke hoarsely.

"Who I am, does it matter?" An Qingyu said calmly, "I thought it wouldn't be difficult for you to get here, but I didn't expect that you almost got wiped out in the depths of the maze... [God's Desire Heaven] is really a mob."

Hearing this, No. 22 seemed to understand something, and his eyes narrowed slightly:

"It's you?! It was you who passed on the information about the Gate of Truth to us? Did you deliberately lead us here?"

No. 22's thoughts raced. He looked at the [Scepter of the King] in An Qingyu's hand, and everything seemed to become clear. "So, there is no such thing as an equivalent exchange of the Gate of Truth? You tricked us here just to snatch the [Scepter of the King] from me?!"

"You think too highly of yourself." An Qingyu's voice was extremely calm. "The King's Scepter will be obtained naturally if I kill you. Even if I have to slaughter all of the Divine Desire Heaven, it won't be a difficult task for me."

There was no emotion in An Qingyu's voice, but to No. 22, these words sounded like a slap in the face.

The contempt inadvertently revealed by the opponent directly ignited No. 22, who was already full of anger. His body gradually stood up straight, and a pink halo of divine power spread out under his feet!

"If you were the Supreme God, I would tolerate your words... but you are just a main god, why are you pretending here?!"

No. 22 cursed angrily, and a pair of arms suddenly broke out from the ribs of his bloated body. Four palms formed a strange handprint out of thin air, and countless pink virtual snakes, like jade fingers entwined with each other, broke out from under An Qingyu's feet!

These virtual snakes surrounded An Qingyu, constantly spitting out red tongue, but the sound they made was not the sizzling sound of snakes spitting out tongues, but rather a series of moans that made people imagine something.

An Qingyu, dressed in black, stood among countless virtual snakes and walked out with an expressionless face.

Dense pink virtual snakes wrapped around his hands and feet, coiled around his ears, and licked his earlobes continuously, as if a surging ocean was drowning him!

Just as No. 22 snorted coldly, a crisp cracking sound came from the sea of ​​snakes!

Click——!

A gray light flashed across the void, and thousands of pink virtual snakes suddenly stopped, and then shattered into pieces like glass!

All the moans turned into screams that only lasted for a moment before disappearing without a trace. A black shadow stepped through the void and instantly appeared in front of No. 22.

No. 22's pupils suddenly shrank, and he was about to retreat, but the extreme cold froze half of his body, like half an ice coffin locking him in. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move at all.

"This is impossible... As long as you are human, you will have desires! Why are you not affected?!" No. 22 saw An Qingyu's dead eyes and felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. "What kind of monster are you?!"

"Monster?" An Qingyu paused for a moment, "You're right... Perhaps, I can no longer be considered a complete 'human'."

He stood in front of the frozen No. 22, a pitch-black scalpel in his palm, his eyes constantly examining No. 22's body, as if analyzing something.

"This is a poor way of sewing... 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 strong as before, and there was a hint of pleading in his voice: "What do you want to do? You can't kill me... You want to use the [King's Scepter], I can help you! I'm the only one in the world who can use it!"

"The only one who can use it?"

An Qingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and the next moment, the scalpel in his hand accurately cut a corner of No. 22's heart, cutting off a wriggling fragment from it!

No. 22’s screams resounded through the sky!

An Qingyu placed the fragment in his palm, looked at it carefully for a moment, then rubbed it with his fingers and turned it into ashes... Then, his palm simulated and emitted the same aura as that of the heart!

He placed his palm on the [King's Scepter], and a faint light shone from the top of the scepter.

"Now, you are not." He said lightly.