Realms In The Firmament

Two poisonous dan, bursting at the same time, and also sent out the purple gas to the gods, so that the toxic fog spread instantly, the coverage is far better than the previous two.

Ye Xiaoxin even sighed, if the poisonous Dan on his hand is enough, it is not difficult to let any killer who came to Lingbaoge leave here.

"Oh..." Suddenly, someone burst into tears: "I am poisoned, I am poisoned... I can't live... I regret it..."

The man was crying and his eyes were full of tears. Both hands, but they began to scratch themselves without self-control...

Everyone around me, without exception, is mad at himself...

There are also some poisoned killers with red eyes, holding weapons in their hands and slashing, while crying, while killing people: "I can't live anyway, but fortunately everyone will die together..."

The knife screamed, the sword light flashed, and even his own companion around him, he also cut a section of flesh and blood...

However, this situation only lasted for a very short period of time. They began to be conquered by the itchiness. They involuntarily screamed and threw the sword. They scratched their hands on their own hands and scratched their sides. A heartfelt smile.

Although I know that I only need to scratch at first, once I feel comfortable, I will never have the hope of living again. I can only kill myself, but I can’t control it anyway.

The itching that seems to have penetrated into the bone marrow drives the most primitive instinct of human beings, so that every poisoned killer can no longer think of other things at this moment.

Only... scratch

And those who were lucky and not poisoned were once again as horrible, and they trembled with a sigh of relief. Their movements are so uniform and unanimous.

Even some of the retreating movements were slightly slower, so they were so violently knocked out by the people in front of them. Everyone is looking straight, and the eyebrows are jumping. Although they are back, their eyes are always locked in the scene of **** in the field...

"Ah, let's die together..." A killer screamed at himself, staring at the people who had not been poisoned and quit, and his eyes were red all the time. , rushed over to the crowd who was retreating.

"Everyone is coming to kill the wind. Since I am poisoned, why are you not poisoned? Since I am already dying, why do you continue to live? Why?" He screamed wildly, screaming from madness And rushing to the crowd with blood and flesh.

Jianguang flashed.

This person has become a two-person person in a moment, and he has died from extinction.

Yin Yucheng put his sword into the scabbard, his face was pale, his body was still a little trembling, his lips were also stunned, but he was screaming: "My own poisoning is dying, it is your own bad luck, but you are not allowed." It’s better, it’s really a dead end, and death is not enough.”

Although Yin Yucheng was greedy for fear of death, bullying and fear, everyone was quite disgusted with his behavior; but at this moment, all the killers were neatly nodding and expressed their approval.

Yes, this guy knows that he can’t live, and he wants to drag everyone to bury him.

In a few moments, the more than 1,800 people have all been transformed into flesh and blood. There are still no exceptions. All of them are dead, and there is no dead body.

Everyone looked at the scene like a **** in the human world. The **** on earth that appeared three times in a row was even more terrifying than once. His face was pale and there was no blood.

However, the wind of the sect of the wind, the singularity of the wind, but no more to the Lingbaoge headquarters, actually stood up and stood on the opposite side of the scene of hell, his face was cold and calm, as if waiting for everyone to get closer again. general.

At this moment, the weather is already close to the early hours of the morning.

The wind in the early morning, gently blowing his black robe. Seeing his cold, expressionless face again, the killers seemed to see a demon, and everyone shuddered.

As a killer, I don’t know how much I have to see for cruelty on earth. Many of them are created by myself.

However, at this moment, the hearts of these killers have a completely identical feeling.

Like the horrible existence of the sect of the wind, it is... never seen before.

This person, even the killer who wants to kill him, will never deny that this person is empathetic and respectful of his homeland and country. Such a person is undoubtedly a just person.

When this person is in distress, the wave is a 70 billion unpaid donation.

This person was alone in the most dangerous time of Lingbao Pavilion, and he came alone to turn the tide and face the killer in the world.

Such a person is definitely a hero.

However, this person is not a hero in the general sense; the heroes in the legendary legends of the history books are all paying attention to their own images, often prefer to die, and they are not willing to let their heroes have a shortcoming, but this person is full When he doesn't care about his image, he is still a hero, but when he is against his own enemy, he is a demon, an outright demon hangman.

a demon that is enough to stun anyone, chilling and cold

In total, I only waved three hands, and after three thousand killers, it was turned into dust. The death phase is even more dead and horrible. When the Fengjun seat faced such a human tragedy that he personally created, his face did not change at all.

Even the muscles on his face didn't twitch.

It is still the indifference that just happened.

This kind of mentality is what ordinary people may have.

"I remember I said before. If you want to kill me, you have to pay a price. You want to kill me. I can understand your choice. Relatively, I will kill you. I believe you will understand me. The choice." Ye Xiao said, finally moved again, gently lifted his feet and slowly walked forward.

Shi Shiran stepped into the stretch of blood, but it seems to be walking on the Kangzhuang Avenue, and he did not hesitate to feel uncomfortable.

Then walk slowly toward the Lingbao Pavilion.

Just under the strict encirclement of thousands of killers around the scene, the wind prince was not in a hurry, so he carried his hands and his hands were calm and calm, just like walking in a leisurely way, so he walked step by step.

On the ground, the blood that is flowing from the stream is like a small river.

The wind lord step by step, straight into the blood, but it is straight.