The other side.

"Sun thief!"

"What are you capable of?"

"I can use any move, and I can still handle your grandfather!"

"Hahaha, the attack of your sissies doesn't hurt at all!"

Jin Mushi is in an almost* state, wearing only a pair of copper-colored shorts, with explosive muscles all over his body, glowing with a layer of bronze luster, just like a metal monster, blocking the passage of the underground hall, while resisting attacks in various poses, while provoking with a demonic voice, occasionally hammering the opponent with a punch.

This battle can only be described as happy, although Jin Mushi, a cultivation maniac, usually likes to find someone to duel when he has nothing to do, but the opponent who is forcibly dragged over by him to compete in everything is either unable to beat him at all, or he doesn't dare to play heavily because of his identity, and he always feels that something is missing.

In his cognition, real men must be sharpened in brutal battles, real men must experience the baptism of blood and fire, and the guys he is meeting now are killing each other, leaving no room for every move, and trying to solve themselves in every move, this is called a real battle, okay?

Come on!

Come on!

Make the storm harder!

Make the attacks more ferocious!

Lao Tzu wants to hang the lottery, Lao Tzu wants to be injured, Lao Tzu wants to bleed!

This feeling not only does not make people retreat, but makes people's morale high, and they exert twelve points of combat effectiveness, thanks to others who don't know what he thinks, otherwise they think that this product has the attribute of shaking M.

One by one, the companions who were beaten back were dragged back, and the other guards looked at each other and their faces became ugly, they didn't know where this muscle monster jumped out in front of them, he obviously only had the cultivation of the three veins, but the high defense and endurance were terrifying.

"Why is this guy's defense so hard?"

"Instead of talking about this, is there a way to shut him up!"

"Why doesn't he get dressed, where the fuck are all perverts!"

Jin Mushi's words and deeds, and even his every move, have their own sarcastic aura, which makes people can't help but want to press him to the ground and rub him hard, but these people rush up again and again, but they return again and again in vain, and this extremely under-flattened middle two muscular man is always as stable as Mount Tai and difficult to shake.

Not today.

You must take him down!

The gang was obviously mad, and they were all motivated to be ferocious, but just as they continued to attack, they suddenly heard a loud explosion, and several of the people standing in the pinch found that the blood sacrifice tower in the underground hall had burst open, and then the entire underground hall shook violently as if it had lost its strength to support.

The Blood Sacrifice Dragon Interception Tower has been destroyed?

The faces of these people changed suddenly, and they all showed frightened expressions, and then they didn't know who shouted, and everyone began to turn around and flee.

"Eh, what to run, is the man to continue to fight for three hundred rounds. ”

"Sun thief, what are you running, come back quickly, today is either you die or I die!"

Jin Mushi's provocation seemed to have lost its effect, and it made him feel very depressed, was it easy to finally be able to fight happily? This group of guards was also strange, just now they were as fierce as if they had eaten dozens of catties of stimulants, and they rushed forward one after another, why did they coax them all at once?

Is it intimidated by my masculinity?

Jin Mushi touched his bright head and walked into the hall, and at this time, the hall shook more and more, and there were even some subtle cracks on the wall, and Jin Mushi saw the fragments of the blood tower all over the ground, full of horizontal flesh and showed a victorious smile, and put on a side-stretching chest muscle on the spot, "We seem to have done a great thing, not only to protect the foundation of Yangzhou's spiritual veins, but also to protect the people of Yangzhou, justice will eventually defeat evil, and the big husband should do so." ”

No one paid any attention to this second goods.

Liu Yan'er and Wei Dao haven't reacted from the shocking scene at the end.

Xiang Yun actually defeated the evil spirit with his bare hands, how could such a thing as an evil spirit projection be killed with his bare hands, this is an unscientific thing at all.

Xiang Yun also noticed Yan'er's doubts with Wei Dao, but this matter is related to the relationship between the Overlord's Holy Blood, and it is a secret that Xiang Yun must not divulge like the Heavenly Book Yuan Soul, so he quickly picked up the flying sword and threw it back to Yan'er, and then said without waiting for them to speak: "This place is not suitable for a long time, leave here first!"

Wei Dao nodded, and pulled out the magic sword on the ground.

This zombie-faced guardian is different from Jinmu Shiliu Yan'er, these two friends who are nervous enough to play wool, he is still a more cautious person, so he noticed that the guards were fleeing, and felt that although the evil spirit projection was defeated, the evil power that shrouded this place had not weakened, so he also thought that it was better to evacuate quickly.

"Okay, call it a day, let's go!" Liu Yan'er had to temporarily put away her curiosity, took out the talisman to purify the blood stain of the flying sword, and the flying sword suddenly regained its spirituality, like a child with intelligence, let out a burst of intimate whispers, and circled around, Liu Yan'er touched the flying sword twice comfortingly, "Why do you say that you have made such a great contribution this time, does the Yangzhou Municipal Government have to issue the title of a top ten citizen." ”

After Wei Dao pulled out the magic sword inserted in the ground, the wall of fire that was still barely burning was completely extinguished, leaving only a trail of almost dry blood, his body shook slightly, almost unsteady on his feet, but he could still walk in front of him.

Several people were going to leave the place quickly, and the police were called to come and finish up.

Xiang Yun suddenly noticed something, and shouted in a low voice: "Wait!

The three of them looked back at the same time and saw the scene that made them "", and the blood-colored shards all over the ground shook like dancing, like wax on top of a hot pan, quickly melting into a viscous gelatinous liquid.

These liquids fused with each other at a speed that was so fast that they had no friends, and in a short period of three or two seconds, a large lump of bubbling unknown substances gathered together, like blood poured into a pot to boil thick and boiling, and a disgusting smell of blood emanated from it.

The tremor in the underground hall was quickly felt.

The cracks in the walls that were seeping water have magnified, and most of them have now turned into water sprays. If this trend continues, it is a matter of time before they are swallowed up by the water, and if they don't escape in time, they will sink in the lake to feed the fish.

"What are you doing in a daze?

Xiang Yun shouted when he saw this, but as soon as the last word was shouted, a blood pool had formed in the center of the hall, and a bunch of vesicles bulged high from the blood pool, half-melted caramel like a long list of strange and disgusting things, if you looked closely, you would find that each vesicle had a painful and distorted face, and the blurred facial features seemed to be moving.

"Oh! What is this! Can you be disgusting?"

Liu Yan'er was shocked and immediately clicked a photo to keep as a souvenir.