I am God

When Xiu Zhe came to the 92nd floor, the scene became different from the No.90 floor again, and the eerie feeling shrouded the space again.

"It seems that Hill is really old and useless." A cold male voice sounded, and after he finished speaking, light blue flames ignited on the top of hundreds of tall pillars on the 92nd floor, illuminating the space.

Xiu Zhe looked intently, and saw a man sitting cross-legged on the ground. The man was slightly startled when his eyes met, and then his eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Kazan? Is that you?" The man stood up a little excitedly, but when he asked this sentence, his eyebrows were tightly frowned and he said to himself: "No, you have other things like Kazan on you." But fundamentally different flavors, who are you?"

With his eyes narrowed slightly, Xiu Zhe could feel a familiar feeling from this man, but he knew that this feeling did not come from himself, but from Kazan.

Kazan floated out from the rune on the back of Xiu Zhe's ghost hand. The huge scarlet figure and the huge human face protruding from his abdomen felt intrusive no matter how many times he looked at it.

This time it was no longer the big mouth on Kazan's stomach that spoke, but the mouth on Kazan's head opened and said, "Long time no see, Barron. I didn't expect you to come back from the dead too."

Yong Shili and A-Ganzuo had heard ghosts and gods speaking a language they could understand as early as on the back of the giant beast in the sky curtain, so they didn't feel any surprise at the moment.

When Kazan said these words, Xiu Zhe had an extra story between Kazan and Barron in his mind.

500 years ago, under the power of Ozma, Kazan became a ghost and god. He chose a different path from Ozma. Harness his mad humans.

This person is Barron. It can be said that Barron is the first human being to subdue ghosts and gods. In order to suppress Kazan and bring him great strength, but also bring him mental damage, Barron resolutely stepped on the The road to becoming stronger.

Barron, who gained the power of Kazan, was almost unbeatable at that time, and the arrogant Barron even stood in front of the Great Saint Michel.

As a result, before he could make a move in front of Michelle, Michelle's divine power killed Barron, and Kazan was even severely injured.

"I am dead?"

Barron looked at his real body and shook his head with a smile: "No, Kazan, I have never felt that I am truly alive, and I have become extraordinarily powerful here for thousands of years. Now my body is big enough to hold you , we are once again united, can there be a stronger opponent in the world than us?"

Barron's slightly handsome face became more ferocious as he roared, "Let's kill that damned Michelle!!"

Kazan shook his head. The huge scarlet figure dissipated, and at the same time, Kazan's voice sounded from the bottom of Xiu Zhe's heart: "Send him out of this world."

The meaning of Kazan's words couldn't be more obvious, and Xiu Zhe can also see that Barron's soul and body do not match.

The appearance of Barron in Kazan's memory is exactly the same as the Barron that Xiu Zhe sees now, that is to say, someone forcibly stuffed Barron's soul that was supposed to go to the underworld into a cold corpse so that Barron could 'live' again come over.

"Kazan! Kazan!!" Barron stared at Xiu Zhe fiercely when he saw Kazan disappear and said coldly, "Where did you get Kazan?! Damn it! Kazan is not your tool !!"

Xiu Zhe glanced at Barron with lowered eyelids and said, "Baron, you, rest in peace."

Barron was slightly startled, and then a turbid soul floated out of his celestial cap, and Barron's body felt that the soul was about to leave his body, and he yelled: "No!! Why do you all fight against me? !Damn Michelle! Damn Reaper! This damn tower!"

It was the first time that Xiu Zhe saw that the soul was about to be completely separated from the body, and the body was still struggling while trying to get the soul back, and at the same time he was able to swing a weapon and throw several sword qi at himself, but he was not too surprised, because Ba Len's struggles were completely futile.

A thick ice wall appeared out of thin air and stood in front of Xiu Zhe to block the not-so-powerful sword energy. Unlike before, Xiu Zhe could not freely use the power of ghosts and gods. Now he instantly created hundreds of ice walls to attack him. It's as easy as moving your fingers.

The moment the ice wall disintegrated, black ghost fire suddenly appeared on Barron's soul. No matter how powerful a soul came into contact with the flame from the underworld, it could not resist it. Barron's soul was burnt by the ghost fire after only holding on for two seconds. Leaving only the purest ray of soul power dissipated between heaven and earth, it automatically enters the realm of the underworld.

Barron, who had lost his soul, looked at Xiu Zhe and his party with dull eyes, and then he fell straight to the ground.

Looking at the portal slowly appearing beside Barron, Xiu Zhe felt a little regret in his heart, which was the emotion conveyed by Kazan.

"His obsession is too deep and his soul has already been filthy. It is indeed pitiful. He is already a dead person, but because of some people's manipulation, he has to live here in a muddle." Xiu Zhe sighed and walked towards Barron's body. At first glance, the quality of the weapon held in Barron's hands is of high quality, and it must not be weaker than his Meteor Star Meteor Knife. He has no reason not to.

But at this moment, a green ray of light shot down from the ceiling on the 92nd floor and shone on Barron's body, and Barron's body and the sword in his hand disappeared before Xiu Zhe's eyes.

Seeing this, Xiu Zhe was slightly taken aback, then raised his head angrily, and wanted to yell at him, so he didn't even leave him a weapon?
Seeing Xiu Zhe's helpless look, Yong Shili chuckled and said, "Let's go, no matter how much you miss that weapon, you won't drop it in front of you."

Saying that, Yong Shili followed A-Gump to the portal leading to the third floor of No.90, and Xiu Zhe came to Yong Shili with a resentful face and stepped into the portal.

When the three of them appeared on the 93rd floor, Yong Shili was eager to try and smiled excitedly, "It should be my turn now, right?"

"Be careful, you have seen Hill's strength, if you lose, admit defeat as soon as possible."

Hearing what Xiu Zhe said, Yong Shili shrugged easily and said, "It's really not possible, I still have the Dark Sky Fluctuating Eye as my trump card, so don't worry."

"Oh, tired life!" A female voice, as light and sweet as a lark, sounded, and as her words fell, the originally dark space instantly brightened, causing Xiu Zhe and the other three to squint their eyes unconsciously.

"Is there something wrong?" Yong Shili raised her hand to cover her eyes and complained in a low voice.

The eyes of the three people quickly adapted to this environment. A woman in plain clothes appeared out of nowhere in front of Xiu Zhe and the others and said with a smile, "I am the guardian of the third floor of No.90, Mei Si." tower."

Mesta's voice was very ethereal and even made people feel unreal, and that spotless temperament could not be covered up even by wearing simple clothes.

Seeing those long pointed ears, Xiu Zhe also shook his head helplessly. Can this one in front of you be an orthodox elf again?
Mesta is very tall, holding a two-foot short staff tightly in her slender hand, she said: "Who will fight with me?"

Xiu Zhe and A-Gump took a step back at the same time, Mesta fixed her eyes on Yong Shili and marveled at the beauty of this human girl in front of her.

The elves are born with good looks, a perfect figure and an extraordinary temperament. They are praised as heavenly immortals, but they are so beautiful, but Yong Shili is like a fairy who eats all the fireworks in the world. She has a different kind of beauty.

"What's the name of this beautiful little sister?" Mesta asked with a smile.

Yong Shili took out the pure white long sword from the storage bag, held it in his hand, stood it upright behind his back and said, "Yong Shili."

"A nice name."

Hearing Mesta's heartfelt praise, Yong Shili's face turned red a little. She was embarrassed by such a compliment and made a move first. After all, the other party has no intention of fighting so far.

But in the next second, Mesta disappeared in place. Yong Shili's pupils shrank slightly and just about to fight back, Mesta put her left hand around her waist, and the staff in her right hand supported the long sword that was swung. That equally beautiful pretty face was about to stick to Yong Shili's face,
"Xiao Shili, sister doesn't really want to fight with you." Mesta exhaled like blue, the sound of slightly hot breathing and the fiery look in her eyes made Yong Shili feel a little uncomfortable, eyes dodged aside, body twisted thinking She wanted to struggle to get away from Mesta's embrace, but Mesta, who clearly looked like a magician, was surprisingly strong.

Yong Shili almost exhausted all her strength, but Mesta's slender arms did not move at all. Only then did she feel that a magic circle laid down by Mesta had blocked the circulation of her magic power and sword energy.

Xiu Zhe, who was not far away, looked a little weird. He could tell that Mesta didn't show any hostility, but what is this woman doing now? ?Do you want to compete with him for Yong Shili?
"I can see that you have feelings for that human kid." Mesta glanced at Xiu Zhe with her beautiful eyes, blew in Yong Shili's ear, and said with a soft smile: "What is there about a stinky man that deserves your nostalgia What? Why don’t you stay here and enjoy a semi-permanent life with your sister, and I can bring you the happiness that man brought you.”

Yong Shili's hairs stood up in an instant, goosebumps all over his body, and he wanted to avoid Mesta's puffing red lips, but Mesta chased after her red lips gently wrapped around Yong Shili's earlobe , this action made Yong Shili's complexion instantly flushed red, so anxious that tears rolled in his eyes and struggled.

"Senior, we admit defeat. According to the rules of the Tower of Despair, shouldn't it be time for you to let go?" Xiu Zhe's spiritual eyes could see clearly that as long as Mesta's hand did not let go, Yong Shili would not be able to rely on it. Her own power broke through the magic circle that blocked her meridians.

Mesta snorted coldly and said, "You should also know the punishment after failure, right?"