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Bai Qi's eyes are dull. He suddenly turns his head. A pair of eyes suddenly flash violent luster. The ancient god of killing suddenly awakens!

"Blaspheme my soul, die

Bai Qi's eyes are fierce, and his cold and murderous spirit suddenly presses Lin Hao.

Lin Hao only felt that the whole person seemed to fall into the mud of blood. For a moment, the whole space of consciousness ushered in great changes between heaven and earth.

Bloodbath suddenly blowing, the ground I do not know when the land has become white bones, countless corpses from the ground paved with white bones drilled out.

In a flash, Lin Hao's whole consciousness space is full of the atmosphere of terror and violence, which is murderous, Yin Qi, and blood Qi. In a moment, the breath of terror brought about by his thought is not limited to a certain kind of breath.

Bai Qi's murderous spirit is like communicating with the underworld directly, releasing countless evil spirits and rushing into Lin Hao's consciousness space.

Lin Hao's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled. He didn't expect that Bai Qi was so irritable. When he didn't agree with each other, he started directly. No, he just moved his eyes to fill his consciousness space.

Ancient spirit, kill God white, between a thought, terror like this!

But Lin Hao was biting his teeth and staring at Bai Qi, "I only explain it once. It's someone else who wakes you up."

Baiqi, as a buried spirit in ancient times, should have disappeared in the long history.

You know, the ancient period of the seven heroes fighting for hegemony is only a tiny time point in the ancient history, and after that, the ancient period also experienced more than ten thousand years, plus the later ancient period.

Baiqi's spirit should have disappeared in the long river of history for many years, but now it is only because people have created the throne of bones with ancient relics and added the soul drawing that Baiqi can be seen.

But all this has nothing to do with Lin Hao. Lin Hao, a melon eating audience, is now regarded by Bai Qi as blaspheming the ancient soul. Lin Hao is innocent.

"Die!"

Why has Bai Qi ever heard others beg for mercy?

With a cold hum from the God of killing, Lin Hao's whole consciousness space is once again shrouded in terror.

When it is, there are countless bones piled up into a mountain surging, a skeleton man, like a soldier, quietly climbed out of the ground and knelt down at Baiqi's feet.

They are white soldiers, whether in life or after death, whether in ancient times or now.

Then there is endless blood light from behind Baiqi gradually light up, in Baiqi body side condensed into a sea of blood.

Bai Qi stands in the air, the sea of blood begins to surge under his feet, and rushes to Lin Hao.

Countless skeletons were all over the world, guns in their hands were cold, and they rushed to Lin Hao.

The whole space of consciousness is like the space of consciousness that no longer belongs to Lin Hao. With the arrival of the killing God, Lin Hao's consciousness is forced to a corner.

Maybe in a little while, the huge sea of blood will wash over Lin Hao, endless skeletons will crush Lin Hao, or Bai Qi's murderous spirit will directly crush Lin Hao to death

No matter what happens, Lin Hao's consciousness will collapse and even his fragile soul will be shattered. At that time, Lin Hao will die and have no chance to survive.

Lin Hao moved.

In the endless sea of blood, when the mountains of skeletons came, Lin Hao just slowly raised his head, a pair of indifferent eyes without waves, cold voice spread,

"if you want to fight, then fight, kill God, what's my fear!"

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