Don’t Mess with Shennong

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Wan Dongting killed people, and rarely saw blood. With a palm, he shattered the enemy's internal organs. At most, a little blood bleed from the corner of his mouth, and it was completely over.

Occasionally encountering a **** person will pierce the other person's heart with a sword, and after spouting a burst of fresh blood, the blood will gradually decrease because of the cold body.

But the smell floating in the air now seems not as simple as the blood of three or two people. Without ten or eight, it is impossible to produce such a strong **** smell.

In the **** smell, there is also an evil stench, which makes people sick.

The two tastes are combined, even ordinary people can smell clearly, frowning, looking towards the camp.

"What happened to the camp?" Not only Wan Dongting asked, everyone who smelled the smell wanted to know the answer.

At the moment when he was puzzled and surprised, Wang Ping'an, already carrying an old archaeologist and Qin Xiaoyu, rushed out of the cave entrance.

A Wan family responded and just wanted to stop it, but was kicked by Wang Ping'an.

Fighting with Wan Dongting is a bit of a struggle. To clean up these young and middle-aged families, there is no need for a second move.

Boom, boom, boom.

Heavy rain poured down and the rain was cold and cold, which is extremely rare in the hot climate of Tiannan Province.

Obviously just into autumn, this rain is more chilly than the winter ice.

The weather was so gloomy that it was difficult to see clearly in a dozen meters.

So after Wang Ping kicked the person, the man screamed and disappeared out of sight of everyone, not knowing where he fell.

"Huh? What's the smell?" Wang Ping frowned, and because of his keen sense of six senses, he smelled this weird smell and was a little sickened.

"A mixture of **** smell and corpse smell?" Qin Xiaoyu was well-informed and tried to answer.

The terrified archaeologist couldn't help but take the sentence: "This cemetery has dug out three dry corpses, not only without the smell of corpses, but also the faint smell of medicine. Where is the smell of corpses now?"

A click, another thunder, and the lightning that appeared one second in advance, illuminated the pale face of Wan Family.

"No, it's the three corpses in the ice coffin that are out of order. All the Wanjia children, follow me back to the camp." Wan Dongting can no longer care about the news of the blockade of the Lingchao node. direction.

The other Wan family, unaware of what happened, panicked and followed Wan Dongting towards the camp.

At this time, the tomb was temporarily calm, and the wounded climbed out in fright, sitting in the torrential rain and bandaging their injuries.

"I want to go down the mountain and never come to this broken place again, it's terrible."

"Professor Feng, I don't want to dig someone's cemetery anymore, and I will be retaliated against. Look, we were almost thundered."

"Anyway, there is no archaeological value here either. There is no fame, no cultural relics, and there are orders on it, let's cooperate with those people from the rivers and lakes ... It's so troublesome, we must go back today."

Fortunately, the surviving archaeologists collapsed, either crying or scolding, and expressed their dissatisfaction directly to Professor Feng.

Professor Feng was the professor rescued by Wang Ping'an. At this time, he was not only frightened, but also injured. Unsure, he said anxiously: "Everything goes, all goes down, all of you go down, I just have to take a look What happened to the camp, then went down. "

The wind is too strong, the rain is too rush, the sky is too dark, nobody heard what Professor Feng said.

However, from his expression, one can speculate that he is free.

So in twos and threes, holding each other, groping, running away, rushing down the only path down the mountain.

"Brother, what shall we do?" Qin Xiaoyu asked Wang Pingping dumbfounded. Obviously, he was curious about what happened, and he was afraid of the unknown danger.

Wang Pingan looked at the sky, then at the half-collapsed tomb cave, and sighed, "Go and see, otherwise I won't be at ease."

At that moment, a terrible roar came from the direction of the camp.

Ao!

It was like a beast, but it was more cruel and cold than any other beast. The whole mountain forest was trembling with this roar.

"Huh, can this kind of thing really be brought up? It seems very cruel." Wang Pingan exclaimed.

Professor Feng, who had just promised to go to the camp just now, turned his legs softly and suddenly turned around, shouting: "I suddenly felt that we should go down the mountain with everyone. After all, we belong to an archaeological team, and we must keep pace."

"Hey, Professor Feng, don't you go with us to see the camp?" Qin Xiaoyu shouted behind.

"That's your business, I don't blend in." Professor Feng said, the man was already running in the heavy rain, running without a shadow.

"..."

The erupting aura slowly overflowed from the cracks in the cemetery and slowly spread to the surroundings. In the heavy rain, a strange white mist appeared, setting this cemetery cave like a fairyland.

Wang Ping, carrying Qin Xiaoyu, did not panic and hurriedly, walked around the mountainside of the eruption of the spiritual fog, and walked to the broad platform on the other side. There is a camp built by Wan Family, which not only houses Wan Family, other practitioners In it.

The total number adds up to at least thirty people.

The closer to the camp, the heavier the **** smell and the clearer the smell of corpses.

Crimson lightning, like blood, illuminates the dark sky.

Standing on the boulder a few hundred meters away, Wang Ping'an can clearly see a corpse with a disheveled hair, dragging the stiff corpse, killing the Quartet among the practitioners.

Grabbing a cultivator's legs and pulling hard, it was the **** halves. For a time, the cultivator was still dead, painful and desperate, and made a horrifying scream.

On the ground, corpses have been traversing the field for a long time, and those cultivators and ordinary archaeologists who stayed in the camp have died more than 20 times.

In the torrential rain, the distance of the screams was severely affected.

Wang Ping'an found that this corpse was a bit stronger than expected. The scene was out of control, and the Wan family was losing ground. There were already signs of collapse.

However, after killing the corpse with a corpse, he didn't drink his blood, tossed his torn body aside, his mouth groaned, and rushed towards the next human cultivator.

"My ... Dan furnace ... Dan furnace ... My reversal Yin Yang Dan ..."

His voice was dry, his tone was vague, and he couldn't hear the dialect.

But everyone can hear that this corpse is looking for something, because he didn't find it, he went crazy and started killing.

On the ground not far away, two other robe corpses have been chopped into pieces, and the fragments of the corpse emit a very strong smell of corpses, which drifts far away with the smell of blood.

That's how the smells smelled by Wang Ping'an and Wan Dongting came out in this way.

A young man of 10,000 families, holding a half-height red hearth, was frightened to hide behind everyone, because he found that the corpse, whose eyes had not been fully opened, sniffed his nose and kept chasing himself.

Could it be that he wanted this red hearth?

This is all the tens of thousands of family members, robbed by their strength, and must not be lost in their own hands, otherwise how will they stand at home in the future?

I want to give it to you if you want.

Today, the uncle of the Dongting tribe sits here, a dead body, can we kill all of us?