"I want to tear those guys apart...... Let the intestines and blood flow out as much as possible...... Feast...... Feast ......"

Such an idea was not originally had by Lin Ming, but an instinct that originated from the depths of this True Ancestor's body—an insatiable thirst for blood.

It is like a desire for substance, just as this body gives birth to a new will of its own.

"Hmm!"

Lin Ming, who was aware of the abnormality, closed his eyes, and this scene fell in the eyes of the man surnamed Xiao with complete contempt.

"Huh!"

The raised knife slashed out, and the knife of the man surnamed Xiao was accompanied by an incomparably powerful knife aura that was transformed by his true yuan, even an ordinary light swing was enough to cut through the building.

From the time he was sent to carry out this mission, the man surnamed Xiao showed his strongest form.

No more palms, no more fists, no more spells, no more external true elements.

Only with a sword is the strongest, the original one.

It's just that......

Just as Lin Ming read the information from his brain before, the man surnamed Xiao is just an outcast, and all his value and mission are just to make a show for the world to see, so that the world knows that the Demon Sect is by no means a dishonorable role in this blood invasion.

Although the Demon Sect is indeed playing a disgraceful role, and the world probably won't take this scene seriously, it's one thing for others to believe it or not, and it's another thing for one's own family to do it or not.

In order to make the play realistic enough, the man surnamed Xiao deliberately smashed half of the city before he could reach Lin Ming.

He had already conceived of death, and went into the enemy camp alone, and nine out of ten would end up dead without a corpse.

Death is a foregone conclusion, but there is a choice in how to die.

This mission is enough to, and the man surnamed Xiao doesn't want his death to be so wretched.

"Aren't you strong? Aren't you very proud? Don't you still close your eyes and look contemptuous? Come on, come on! Eat me first!"

The speed at which the man surnamed Xiao unleashed his knife was so fast that no onlooker could tell whether he was swinging a knife or a bolt of lightning.

The knife of the man surnamed Xiao amazed everyone, but no one was worried about Lin Ming, who was still with his eyes closed.

"Zheng!"

Lin Ming's eyes were still closed, and when the knife came to his face, he didn't even move a finger.

But the sword light stopped, and was forced to stop.

The three-headed and six-armed golem rose from Lin Ming's body at some point, and protected Lin Ming in the center like an armor.

"What......?"

The knife of the man surnamed Xiao was blocked and grabbed by the golem with six arms, and he didn't know how long this golem was, but the knife that could cut off the building fell on its arm but it was completely unfazed.

"Hmmm. ”

Draw the knife and step back.

The man surnamed Xiao had to retreat, because if he didn't withdraw his knife, then the knife would be broken under the blessing of the golem's six arms.

It's not a good knife.

He was here to die, how could he carry a good knife?

He didn't even have a decent magic weapon on him.

"Roar!"

The golem roared in anger and thumped its chest like an orangutan.

The man surnamed Xiao and the golem looked at each other for a moment, and the man surnamed Xiao couldn't help but tremble.

What a negative emotion!

Tyranny, cruelty, bloodthirst, blasphemy, blasphemy.

If the man surnamed Xiao had never seen a similar existence before, then he would only give this golem a name: Demon!

But he's seen it.

"Reversing the five elements, reversing yin and yang......? Dharma Protector Vajra......

With three heads and six arms, he was angry, the man surnamed Xiao seemed to remember something, and for the first time, he was shocked.

"No! I'm going to survive! and bring this information back! This information is so important!"

He looked at Lin Ming, who was wrapped in a golem and still had his eyes closed, and his heart was determined.

"This man, must not let him grow up!"

"No, he's grown up, and he must get rid of it before it gets worse!"

"Such secret methods, and the products of secret methods, must not fall into the hands of foreign races!"

The man surnamed Xiao is determined to die, but how can he survive?

He was already in the enemy camp, guarded by masters on all sides, and it was not too much to describe him as a 'turtle in an urn' at this moment.

A few thoughts turned, time had passed, and the golem seemed to hammer its chest to comfort, only to see its six arms shrink back slightly, and put on a gesture of accumulation.

The man surnamed Xiao felt that he had been locked by the golem with a qi machine, and he was forced to raise his knife.

"Heartbreak!"

Taking a deep breath and glancing at Lin Ming in the golem's body, he made a very ordinary starting gesture and spit out a very unusual name.

The light of the knife reappeared, and the interval between the two knives of the man surnamed Xiao was only a breath, but everyone felt that his knife had changed.

The knife that seeks death becomes the knife of survival.

The sword that only seeks to hurt the enemy has become the sword of the Protector.

His knife slowed down, no longer the lightning that pierced through the clouds.

His knife became a heron bird flying across the lake.

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Seemingly ordinary wasteland, with clumps of weeds growing irregularly, even the hungriest developers would not have the desire to touch it, except for a larger area that could be considered.

It's not about how bad the location is, how far away it is from a densely populated place, or how strict the policies at the top are.

It's just because the land is set up like this.

Any ordinary person who looks at it from afar will not be able to avoid it, even the dark clouds in the sky will try their best not to patronize this place.

There may be many ways to influence people's will, but if you want to influence the heavens, you can only rely on the formation in this wasteland.

"No wonder the Zhou family is so powerful, but few people know where it is. ”

Mo Ye fell down five kilometers away, not because he was not brave enough to rush in directly, but because Commander Zhou was struggling.

"Strongman, it's time to get there! Let me go! If the people of the Zhou family see that I brought you here...... I ......"

Commander Zhou obviously remembered something more terrible than death, and he who was paralyzed on the ground like a dead fish a few minutes ago is now not to mention how alive he is.

"Say the situation inside the Zhou family again, focusing on the route. ”

The night was so dark that no one could see five kilometers away with their naked eyesight, and even if the lights were shining on the opposite side, they could only see pitch black.

The wasteland is a formation, a formation that combines maze, phantom formation, and killing formation, if you don't know how to move into it, the light one will be lost, and the heavy one will die.

Mo Xie had suffered from the formation, he remembered that the formation that was just laid out by some people on the spot trapped him and he couldn't get out, and now he was facing a large formation that had been carefully designed and perfected over a long period of time.

Although he has become stronger, he is not confident enough to maintain his peak combat power to deal with the next troubles after breaking through the big formation.

When you can save effort, save a little effort.

He didn't have any supplies this time.