Douluo Changed His Life with a Sword

"He's number one."

"But... from observation, the blade is the leader of the soul." An old man pondered.

"Don't be fooled by the superficial phenomena of things." The Lord of the temple shook his head lightly, with complicated and difficult expressions in his eyes.

Then he closed his eyes, and said with a little difficulty: "Mo Nian, who crawled out of hell, cannot be controlled by this pure and innocent blade."

"Hell?" The old man narrowed his eyes.

"Well, hell."

"What kind of hell?" The old man continued to ask.

The rest of the people pricked up their ears.

"This kind of hell." The Lord of the Temple pointed at Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and imprisoned the space where the spirits were, and then the second projection was generated.

Zhu Zhuqing, two people, one bird and entering into inaudible, inaudible transition.

Ning Rongrong stomped her feet fiercely.

A certain bird kicked the space prison hard, I want to know more about the big villain!mean!

Looking at the scalp-numbing scene on the screen, even the strong players in the sky scene couldn't help but gasp.

In the projection, Mo Nian, who was covered in scars and blood, was thrown into this dark and gloomy small space, and he looked straight ahead expressionlessly.

"open."

An indifferent voice sounded.

In the darkness, faint and small movements sounded.

Countless tiny poisonous insects crawled from all directions to Mo Nian, the most central place, and the greedy hissing sound was the cheer before the meal...

In the picture, in the eerie space, Mo Nian closed his eyes, letting the tide climb up from his feet, get into his clothes, bite open wounds, intact skin...

Just so motionless.

Watching countless poisonous insects wreaking havoc on Mo Nian's body, climbing, walking through, opening their mouths to bite and taste.

Even those strong men whose hearts have been polished like ten thousand years of cold iron in the face of death in the starry sky battlefield, their hearts are trembling at this moment, their scalp is numb, and they don't know how to change their words.

The most frightening thing is that the young boy with an immature face is motionless, but his body twitches involuntarily, telling him that he has a sense of pain all the time!

Meteor supported the space prison with his hands, gritted his teeth, and stared at Mo Nian in the picture.

This life is more than wanting people!

small knife...

After half an hour.

The skin had been eaten away, countless poisonous insects walked through the red flesh, and the sticky scarlet blood slowly flowed down from the face.

At this moment, there is no one in the dark, except for a ghost.

However, from the beginning to the end, Mo Nian didn't struggle, and let out a wailing, screaming.

Because it doesn't make sense.

Standing proudly up to this point, he finally fell down...

"Are you still a human?!" The voice of the handsome young man resounded in this weird atmosphere.

There was a wave in the eyes of the Lord of the Temple, and then he suppressed it, and calmly said to the idle young man who was pulling his collar, "Look."

"Answer me!" The young man gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Everything is for the human race." The Lord of the Temple said calmly, not caring about the youth's powerlessness and offense.

"Is it necessary to do this?" the idle young man asked coldly.

"His soul must meet the standards of the Key of Heaven Project. If one person is sacrificed, the human race can survive. All the sins will be borne by me alone." The Lord of the Temple said lightly.

The young man stared at him.

He naturally understood the information of the Sky Key Project when he set off, but he never expected that the polishing of this "spoon" would be so cruel.

The change came.

"Um?!"

A heavy astonishment followed.

Everyone turned their eyes back to the source of the sound, only to see that the old man was staring in a certain direction in disbelief.

Look, it is the void projection.

I saw that the frozen picture suddenly became alive.

However, what entered everyone's eyes was that in the narrow and gloomy space, there were two more corpses in black combat uniforms...

With no skin at all, Mo Nian, who looked like a ghost, spat out the throat that was directly bitten off in his mouth.

And the other was caught off guard and hanged to death with the bloody stump. The man's eyes were bloodshot, and his hands were tightly dug into the tightly locked leg whose muscle fibers were as straight as steel bars...

"This is No. [-]. Such a No. [-] is not impossible for him to lead."