Without more words, "Lin Ji" stretched his right hand forward slightly, his palm was spread out to the sky, and his five fingers were held in a void at random, but such a casual action seemed to be endowed with strange power, which made the blood flowing out of the man's body on the ground produce a strange reaction.

The man's face was pale, and the blood that kept rushing out of his body had accumulated over time, and it had reached a level that was life-threatening, and at this moment, death, coldness, fear, and all words were piled up helplessly and sadly because of the rupture of his throat.

In the mountains and forests, the mountains naturally have a certain inclination, and the soil surface is originally changeable and uneven, so a small soil pit coincidentally gathered all the blood not far from the man's side, and because of this, their collective reaction attracted everyone present very obviously.

Whether it was the Guyuan Realm that arrived first, or the Huayuan Realm that arrived at the right time later, as far as the eye could see, the blood in the pit was tumbling restlessly, slapping the fragile soil and mud in waves.

This kind of slapping is not driven by wind or air currents, and the evidence is that as the frequency of the slapping becomes more and more rapid, the sound of grinding and colliding with each other gradually echoes in this quiet mountain forest.

At first, it was like the sound of insects, which made people listen to it a little annoying but didn't care, but after that, the sound became stronger and stronger every time, and even shook the heart, and "heavenly drum thunder" may not be too much to describe with this idiom.

But this is just a prelude, Lin Ji's flat smile on his face is like a child who has found a favorite toy, and the innocence makes people feel guilty, "You want to be free, it's like the whole world is quiet and terrible, and only you can hear the footsteps of death stepping on the dance steps." ”

Lin Ji may be the second change of literary cells, or the second sublimation of the breath of the middle two, he lowered his head slightly, and said these words to the man with pity eyes, "Then let the blood flow faster, let's sprinkle a baptism for this unfortunate world." ”

Hearing Lin Ji's words, the man seemed to feel that something was wrong, his eyes widened to the limit, his pupils were desperately filled, and the next moment, five crimson parabolas splashed high, like a funeral ceremony, became the last beauty of the man's life.

Five, no, six high-flying parabolas, from the man's neck, limbs, and temporary blood reservoirs, a total of six, were pulled, automatically rotated, circled, and the last brain descended on Lin Ji's right palm, which had been spread evenly.

In just a moment, the man's body, which was originally full, lost its blood at this moment, and the whole body was weak, flat like a carpet waiting to be trampled.

Later, the blood disappeared completely, but everything did not stop, a white mist, that was pure water, did not let go, and in the end it was only a dry corpse that seemed to have been dead for many years, which is the so-called "dry corpse" and "mummy" almost the same image.

Above the right palm, a large stream of blood writhed around the body, surging down from top to bottom, and finally it was unbelievable that a weapon similar to a long sword was formed, but it was a system that flowed at any time, and it was obvious that this blood-colored long sword could not cut people.

"Lin Ji" changed his right palm from a flat to a grasp, easily controlling the condensed long sword, and then shook his head and looked at the long sword, but the previous smile was obviously pursed at the corners of his mouth.

Seemingly dissatisfied, he said to himself: "It's a pity that I'm not used to using a sword, so let's change my image." As the words came out, the sword body shortened instantly, as if it had suddenly disappeared, and then in Lin Ji's palm, what was found again was a blood-red ball the size of an egg.

Throwing the ball casually, it seems to be appreciating the weight and feel: "It feels quite comfortable, so let's do it." ”

After a lot of tedious actions or personal performances, "Lin Ji" seemed to remember the fierce gods around him and the "audience" who were ready to do it, and pulled the corners of his mouth a little bitterly.

Before, Lin Ji instantly killed the speed of a Guyuan Realm powerhouse, giving the people present a dismount, so their brains seemed to be stuck, and they didn't react for a while. And now, the catalytic effect of time, they also remembered their original purpose of killing Lin Ji.

"Don't be angry, it's not like I specially prepared a gift for you, wait until you see the gift before you do it. Like a clown-like smirk, Lin Ji's right arm hooked up to the moon with a large hook, and the blood-colored ball in his hand was undoubtedly thrown into the sky at the speed of a sonic boom.

The high-tossed ball reached an altitude of more than 100 meters in an instant, but it seemed to encounter some obstacle and was blocked and stagnated in mid-air. Looking at the sky from the ground, through the moon, I saw only a small black dot that seemed to stain the pure white of the moonlight.

"It's called ten thousand swords together, phew, rainstorm pear blossoms. When Lin Ji was still struggling with the name, the round ball was like a balloon that began to be continuously inflated, growing little by little, little by little, getting bigger and bigger, and even from Lin Ji's point of view, the white moon was completely and eeriely glowing crimson at the moment.

This scene is weird and beautiful, and anyone with a little aesthetic cultivation can experience that kind of special and indescribable beauty. The momentary loss of concentration in everyone's eyes, so beautiful that they absorb the mind, this is the embodiment of a realm.

The blood moon crossed the sky, it was time, the infinitely expanding balloon, it seemed that it had finally reached its limit, and a sudden loud bang was struck by thunder and lightning? Under this thought, the balloon like a membrane disappeared in an instant.

Then all the people who looked at the sky found that there seemed to be one, ten, hundred····· 100,000, 100,000······ The unlimited streamer, like a sharp arrow, fell from the sky, and the fierce momentum made people have no doubt that being stabbed is the consequence of the loss of bones.

"Get out of the way. People who were admired by the beauty a moment ago have experienced a different life at this moment: "Behind the extreme bewitching beauty is often the ultimate danger and ugliness." ”

The strong man of the Guyuan Realm reacted the fastest, and after knowing that he couldn't dodge, he immediately held up the True Yuan protective shield, and resisted the first wave of blood-red streamer arrows in time, but when they came later, the warriors who had not yet figured out the situation were suffering.

If you are lucky, you can barely fight the first wave of arrows, and the consequences of some minor injuries to your body will be followed by a protective shield, and if you are unlucky, you will be directly pierced through your head by the streamer fiercely and without hesitation, and the sticky brain is like a catalyst for fear, thrown to the people around you.

The blood confused their vision, and the warriors who were seriously injured and hid in the protective shield with a breath of air, but at this moment they didn't care about the injured parts, they just turned pale, and their hearts couldn't stop beating wildly looking at the world outside the protective shield.

The streamer continues, it doesn't seem to stop, once they hit the ground, they will automatically dissipate, it is really a human design, and the details that can be ridiculed at ordinary times are more sour and sad at the moment.

Corpses, no, under the dense arrows, it would be a miracle if there were still slightly intact corpses, of course there were no corpses, but pieces of torn inhuman-like, human flesh swallowed up by mud, broken one by one, human bones with tendons and veins of different lengths.

Everything seemed to be ruthlessly telling them that the people who were still standing beside them a moment ago were also there at this moment, and the fear had reached an extreme, but there was no slightest luck in surviving, but a kind of sin that survived was the bud of no trace.

It is said that every warrior is on the top of the bones of countless people, but even so, when the bones of relatives or compatriots are piled up next to them, the trace of unbearability in the depths of human nature will be inadvertently expressed.

Such emotions appear quickly, disappear, no, they hide it just as quickly, they find a target who can quickly turn their grief into strength, that is, a guy who makes them go through it all, a guy who can vent all their anger on him.

And at this moment, the guy was folding his fingers in an orderly manner, as if he was calculating something, and his mouth was still reasonable: "How many died? Twenty-eight, thirty-six······ I'll go, Lao Tzu's arithmetic is really not good. ”

Helpless about his arithmetic ability to an extreme, he raised his head with a headache, and his eyes instantly received the gaze of countless hatreds from all directions, even Lin Ji's body trembled.

"I'm not interested in men. Subconsciously, Lin Ji was talking to himself nonsensically·······