Dozens of zhang below the hill in the middle of the island, there was an empty hall, the severed hand that exuded a black air mass floated quietly in the air, and next to it, a huge blood pool with a radius of more than ten meters kept rolling, exuding the complex smell of sea and blood. At the bottom of the blood pool, there are countless white bones, but looking at the shape and size, it should belong to fish, and the thick bones cover the bottom of the blood pool within a radius of more than ten meters, but I don't know how thick.

The black air mass around the severed hand fluctuated strangely a few times, and the previously missing boatman fell from the stone wall above the hall, and the more than twenty shrunken fishermen couldn't care about the pain, they were frightened by the terrifying scene around them and couldn't speak, and a hoarse voice came from the air mass of the severed hand: "You are twenty-six, only five can live, the deity gives you an hour's time, if there are more than five people by then, then the blood pool in front of you is the destination of all of you." With that, the severed hand slowly disappeared.

The boatman surnamed Duan still couldn't believe what was happening at this time, his heart trembled, his lips moved, and he could vaguely hear the word devil, as for what the severed hand said, he hadn't come back to it.

An incoherent boatman said, "Old Duan...... That...... What is that...... I just seem to be ...... Seeing a severed hand, it ...... It can also talk, haha...... Ha ha...... How did I hallucinate...... Ha ha...... Haha...... "Finally couldn't bear the pressure at this time, and the man became a little delirious.

Another acquaintance of Lao Duan said tremblingly: "I...... I seem to ...... Also seen. ”

Lao Duan, who came back to his senses, slapped the somewhat crazy man twice, and said calmly: "Everyone...... Don't panic, there are still relatives at home, what will they do if we die? Thinking of his wife and children, Lao Duan's speech became more and more sharp, and even his thinking became much clearer: "There are so many masters on the island, besides, what are you afraid of, this big blood pool in front of you is just the blood of fish, maybe, maybe that strange hand will not dare to kill people at all." ”

More than 20 of them are fishermen, and it is natural to distinguish what kind of blood is in the pool, but some people are still very scared, but under the comfort of Lao Duan, they slowly calmed down, hoping that after an hour, that strange hand is really just scaring and scaring them, and all this in front of them may be a dream, yes, it must be a dream.

Time slipped away minute by minute, and everyone never felt that an hour could be so long, as if there was no end to it.

And on the island, there were fierce fights from time to time, but the severed hand seemed to be a little dissatisfied, "Hey, I still overestimate these so-called mortal masters, don't want high-grade spiritual objects, but those ginseng and He Shou Wu who are not in the stream are fighting so fiercely, and even fight, it is really a group of people with eyes and no beads, and they are blind to the deity." But after all, human nature is greedy, that is, those things that do not enter the stream, and there are people who work desperately. Hey, if you give them a little more hot stuff......

The black air mass on the severed hand fluctuated again, and the dozen or so people who died because of the struggle quietly sank to the bottom of the island, and the blood splashed on their bodies also penetrated into the ground, leaving no trace at all, and similarly, on the top wall of the underground stone chamber, some blood began to be sparsely sprinkled, and those dead bodies were slowly thrown into the huge pool of blood.

Seeing this, the boatman's mood, which had just calmed down a little, was filled with fear again, "That severed hand is a demon, how could he not dare to kill?" We, we can't live? No, he seems to have said that five people could live. ”

The crazy man finally couldn't bear the pressure and went completely crazy, Lao Duan was helpless, so he had to knock him unconscious with all his might, "Don't be afraid, we are all boatmen in a small city of light, if we join forces, we may not be able to deal with the crisis in front of us, everyone calm, don't listen to the demon's demagoguery......" Lao Duan looked at the horror hidden in everyone's eyes, more of an indescribable madness, his voice became smaller and smaller, and even he knew that what he said was not convincing at all.

"There's only a little time left, everyone hold on, it's a big deal that we'll die together! Otherwise, even if the living brother escapes from here in the future, will he still be able to stand up and face the big guy's family? Although Lao Duan's voice trembled, there was also some anger in it, what was going on, what happened? Why does God punish us so much?

A fisherman next to him quietly leaned up, his hand hidden behind his back, holding a stone tightly, so that his fingers were a little blue, suddenly, he raised his arm, so that he had enough strength to go to the back of Lao Duan's head, Lao Duan fell down unwillingly, his body twitched twice, and there was no movement, just to death, his eyes were not closed.

The riot then went out of control in this hall, or holding a sharp blade for self-defense, or picking up the stones around him, and subconsciously waved towards the people who were near, and the desire to survive caused by fear in his eyes had become extremely crazy, and in the end, they were even covered with blood, they lost control of their bodies, and only subconsciously attacked the people who were still standing on the ground......

The severed hand didn't know when it resurfaced, the black air mass around it was a little thicker, it turned out that the soul of the dead corpse that had just sunk from the island was firmly controlled by him, and then it was ruthlessly devoured, this greedy soul tasted good, how long has it been, how long has it been since I tasted such a delicious soul, but, if the soul of the monk is not more delicious, hehe, looking at the scene of the battle in front of him, it let out a sinister laugh, and it should not be far from that time.

All kinds of negative emotions caused by fear spread in the hall, and the air mass of the severed hand slowly expanded, as if taking a deep breath.

An hour had arrived unconsciously, he looked at the five people who were still standing with blood on their bodies, and then smiled, and the air mass rose and fell again: "In order to survive, you don't even let go of the villagers and colleagues, where is the human affection?" Where is the conscience? It's better than beasts, what's the use of keeping you. ”

A few hysterical hoarseness sounded: "You demon, you don't talk much, we have already done this, why don't you let us go." Before he could finish speaking, the black air mass flooded his body, followed by a burst of screams, and the soul of the human being was really more flavorful, well, the soul with the "condiment" was really more chewy.

Two people looked at their own or other people's blood on their bodies, as well as the villagers who had fallen beside them and laughed together a few hours ago, burst into tears, picked up the sharp blade they had snatched in their hands, and wiped it on their necks.

"Hehe, obviously the first man who was knocked unconscious didn't die, how can he be ashamed to say that he did what I said, and he is also counted as talking, besides, what does it matter, everyone who comes to this island has to die!"

The black air mass devoured the soul full of all kinds of negative emotions, and gradually became thicker......

On the other side of the island, Lian Wuxin suppressed the excitement in his heart, he took the soldiers in the house to search in this area for a long, long time, his family as the martial arts family of Zhengzhou, existed for four hundred years, even a hundred years earlier than the founding time of the Yan Shi country, and the ancestor who created his own family, it is said that he is a fairy-like figure, he relied on his own strength, seized most of the resources of Zhengzhou, and only then did he achieve this martial arts family, and this ancestor lived to be one hundred and eighty years old. From some of the codex left by this ancestor, Lian Wuxin knew one thing, above the innate master, there is a higher realm, but so far, only the ancestor can reach it, as for the way to achieve it, he already has some eyebrows today, I'm afraid, it will fall on the fairy grass in this island.

Yes, from the ancestor's codex, he faintly recognized a few first-grade spirit grasses, this is not a mundane thing, but an immortal thing that can help him break through the innate realm, and even achieve the overlord of the rivers and lakes, he is now, he is already the highest person in the younger generation of the family, his skills have reached the realm of first-class masters, if he is given some opportunities and time, he has the confidence to become the first person in the rivers and lakes.

Lian Wuxin was originally going to rush to the center of the island, everyone knew that good things could not be distributed in the periphery, but he really couldn't let go of these immortals, and he was in a bit of a dilemma for a while, so let's put these immortals away first.

In fact, how did Lian Wuxin know that his ancestor was just a frustrated foundation-building casual cultivator, but if the casual cultivator could settle down in the mortal realm, what kind of helplessness and despair would he have for the Great Dao?

Shifang slowed down, and in just half an hour, he found many low-grade spirit flowers and spirit grasses, these ownerless things naturally did not want to let go, he picked them all and put them into his arms, in fact, he just quietly put them into the rosary of the storage magic vessel.

The severed hand enjoyed those twisted souls beautifully, and the black air mass on its body became thicker, and after an hour, he began to pay attention to the situation on the island, looking at his painstaking arrangement, in front of these ignorant mortals, it was better to unintentionally drop some garbage, and it was inevitable that he was a little embarrassed.

"Hey, I didn't expect that there were still people who could recognize these spiritual objects, and it wouldn't be in vain for me to arrange them, well, this person's body has a good degree of flesh and blood condensation, if it occupies his physical body, you don't have to be trapped here, you can also go out a little bit and take a turn."

"There's another one here, this little monk shouldn't be very eye-catching in the induction just now, he actually knows so many spiritual things, huh? Is the sensing so sensitive? In his consciousness, the little monk actually cast a puzzled gaze to this side, an illusion, it must be an illusion, how could anyone be able to detect his existence, the severed hand let out a hoarse smile, and then began to observe other people.

Shifang was digging a first-grade spirit grass emperor flower, and suddenly there was a feeling of being watched, he subconsciously raised his head, and then looked at the empty sky, quietly hid the uneasiness in his heart, and walked slowly towards the center of the island.

In the hall under the island, the severed hand muttered to himself: "Well, since the layout on the island is a little unsatisfactory, how about the immortal mansion in the hill, haha......" waved his hand while greeting the few corpses that fell from the top wall of the hall.

The bottom of the hill in the center of the island suddenly began to shake, and the rocks fell in a slump, and a huge hole slowly appeared, and then a black aura erupted from it, spreading to the surroundings, and then gradually fading.

The heroes on the island suddenly trembled, and there was a rich fragrance between their mouths and noses, and then they felt that their strength was soaring, and there was an indescribable comfort throughout their bodies. Could it be that the immortal thing was born? All the heroes were overjoyed and rushed away in the direction where the aroma came from.

Shifang also smelled this aroma, but the suppressed Buddha power in his body was about to move, showing a very resolute resistance, as if this clear aroma was not a good thing, Shifang carefully identified it, and suddenly his face changed greatly: "Demon Ling Flower Fragrance!" ”

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