If I ask, what happens to you after you kill someone once? What if this murder doesn't expose you to any legal sanctions? If you kill many in a row! Ten, twenty! Each one was so bloody, a quick knife that cut through the throats and arteries of the slaughtered. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info and then the last few hands of the slaughtered, your body is like a machine, you only know how to draw a knife to let blood, dig open the heavenly spirit cover, and then the red and white brain pulp is pouring out and out, and you can even see the brain beating slightly in the skull.

The scarlet blood sprayed all over your body, and the screams kept echoing in your ears, and you tore open his throat and arteries like a wild beast with a knife like fangs, and even cut off your head under the sharp knife when you used too much force, and the corpse fell at your feet, and the broken neck spurted blood in large streams, and you picked him up and dragged the corpse up without mercy, just because the blood was going to flow into the container before your eyes.

Then you crouch down again, holding the dead man's head, with no expression on his face, only blood-stained hands and cheeks, and blood-stained eyes staring at the dead man's head, holding a knife and cutting open the skull without any sense of art. What will happen to you?

I think many people will answer, terrible, cruel, bloody and ...... Beast!

Secretary Wang and Mayor Sun became the ones mentioned above.

His eyes are blank, and he repeats the action of killing like a machine.

There was more and more blood in the center of the altar, and the sound of the heart beating was getting stronger.

When forty-eight living death row prisoners had ended their lives at their hands, the two men were still mechanically repeating the murderous action, so meticulous and almost perfect. Can practice make perfect? Even if such an act is too cruel.

The first thing the little warriors who retreated from each other was to run outside the warehouse, kneel on the ground and slap themselves hard and hard, and then began to vomit heavily, mixed with snot and tears.

Such a scene can not only be described as bloody, maybe such a scene will be a nightmare for their lifetime!

Pools of blood were tumbling, and the heavy smell of blood was as disgusting as glue sticking in the air. Due to the mysterious power of the altar, the blood in the altar had no intention of coagulating and freezing in such a cold day. There is also a terrible one, those more than forty corpses, so much blood, in that ridiculous altar that looks like it is only two meters in diameter and only forty or fifty centimeters in depth, I can't see the bones of the corpses, I don't know if Archimedes will have a 'buoyancy' algorithm when he comes to see this scene.

When the last corpse sank into the pool of blood, the entire pool of blood began to vibrate, emitting a ghost-like roar.

Then the tumbling blood projected a faint, red mist, like a wisp of waving red streamers, wandering around Wen Yi, with her magical dance steps, constantly wandering away. Gently pointed out a finger to shatter the red streamer, but immediately the thick blood mist occupied, and so on ten times? Hundreds? Thousands? The speed was getting faster and faster each time, and it was already difficult for the naked eye to tell where Wen Yi's hands were.

Ignoring the two city bigwigs who were dragged by the director of the public security bureau and Zhang Lu, and even had no way to knock out the past with the handle of the gun, Wen Yi was like a hard-hearted person, and never showed any discomfort. Like a goddess, she dances like a goddess, killing, and bloody, and can't defile her pure heart at all.

Her writhing trajectory became more and more mysterious, getting closer and closer to this Heavenly Dao. In addition to those two hands, every time he twisted, he would leave an afterimage behind him, and then the movements became faster and faster, and there were more and more afterimages, and finally like a doppelganger, nine 'Wen Yi' with the same face but completely different movements were different.

I only saw nine different 'Wen Yi' posing in different poses, each holding a different Dharma seal.

Nine bloody ribbons were wrapped around them, condensed like silk cloth and as bright as pearls. Silky as red as the silky chocolate in the advertisement.

"Blood!" A word like a cuckoo crying blood, a mournful voice, from Wen Yi's mouth, it was just one of the nine 'Wen Yi', the mysterious handprint, in this sound like a high-power pumping machine, accompanied by the tumbling blood pool A column of blood rolled upside down, pounced on Wen Yi's seal.

Immediately afterwards, the second 'Wen Yi' spoke again: "Such as." "Again, a stream of blood reversed and pounced on the palm of the second 'Wen Yi'.

Then the third, the fourth, all the way up to the ninth.

The nine words came out of Wen Yi's mouth one by one.

"Blood is like a knife, flesh is like a chisel, and bones are like demons."

The nine words are like nine sledgehammers, smashing on everyone's hearts, it is a feeling of being hit by someone in the heart, and all the creatures in the warehouse, outside the warehouse, and within a radius of 100 zhang feel it.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom......

Nine separate blows, as if to strangle, seemed to stop the heart.

Nine consecutive times, forty-eight living human sacrifices, thousands of three animals and five animals, with forty-eight living souls as the main body, and the rest of the animal souls as auxiliary, just opened a dark, deep tunnel between the nine 'Wen Yi' floating in the middle of Yang Guang.

Relying on manpower, with the help of the mysterious power that science between heaven and earth cannot verify, the space is torn apart!

At the same time, those mysterious ancient sects on the land of Kyushu, the worldly masters who crossed thousands of miles across the sea, and the great power all felt that such a surging power appeared.

It was the most primitive breath, as peculiar to the age of the wilderness, high above. It's something that has disappeared from the world for an unknown number of years.

Then, in the warehouse, they saw a blood-stained, ruby-like skeleton standing up from the pool of blood.

A large amount of blood rushed towards the dark hole, smashing against its edge.

And the skeletons are really like the ancient demon gods, walking between the voids, head to head around the corridor to form a circle.

Wen Yi's voice changed from a bloody cry to a crisp one, as if she hadn't shouted it just now.

"Primordial power, by the meaning of blood, the land of exile. Yes! ”

The voice fell, and there was a bit of blood that seemed to be an octopus's tentacles sticking out from the periphery of the blood pool, winding around Yang Guang, and watching the blood fly up in reverse, forming a humanoid the size of Yang Guang.

Then the humanoid blood poked out countless tentacles as thin as hair, and fiercely pierced into Yang Guang's body.

The levitating Yang Guang let out a dull roar as if he had been hit hard, trying to break free from the things that had pierced into his body.

At this time, Wen Yi closed his eyes, knelt on the ground in vain, and slowly and respectfully took out a red red rope bag from his arms, which was Yang Guang's talisman.

"Respectfully, master, come!" Wen Yi opened the bag, turned out a tuft of fox tail hair shining with pride from it, respectfully held it in the palm of his hand, and shouted loudly with his head to the ground.

And then ......

A woman's voice came from the black hallway, and that voice made everyone who heard it feel that it was the person closest to you, the person you trusted the most.

"The opportunity to covet the sky, borrow the breath of the sky, the bones of the demon god, and the power of opening the sky. Turn! ”

How do you describe that picture?

Forty-eight bones as red as jade stepped on the void, bending over like a bow and pulling the 'unnecessary' space with both hands, as if tearing open the curtain on the stage. Forty-eight red bones were drawn into a circle of near-perfect black. Forty bloody bones dotted the surroundings, like the bloom of hell flowers.

And then......

A hand as white as jade, with no detached skin, nails dyed pink, and each nail was dotted with a few fingers that were almost real, but many times smaller peach blossoms, stretched out from the darkness.

The hand seemed to have eyes, and waved upward, and the position of Yang Guang's back, which was already floating in the round door, was supported by the almost perfect jade hand.

The voice was ethereal like that of a fairy, and the listener could not describe its beauty.

"Hmph, it's really hard to give you a favor again, or the trace of heaven-opening power that you can roll up with the help of the infinite power of this altar will be so cheap for you."

The voice spoke, and the other hand poked out of the darkness, but it did clench its palm.

There was just a faint red light projected from the palm of that hand, and a great terrifying power suddenly diffused. Whether it is a master with mana or an ordinary person, he can easily feel that power. That is definitely not what the world should have, just as a person cannot stand by the side of the sun, that power is as strong as the sun.

But the owner of the hand said unimpressedly: "Sure enough, it is beyond the limit of what this space can bear, that is, Miss Ben's genius has come up with such a good way to steal beams and change pillars, otherwise according to the limitations of the world, you will die." Don't say that the gods descend to earth, even if those great wise people descend to earth, the arrival of the powerful is just as vain, they can only look at you and sigh under the suppression of the Heavenly Dao. ”

The speaker seems to have no intention, but the listener's heart is shocked.

The woman's voice was a little naughty, and a strand of green hair flowed out of my black space, what kind of green was that? It's pure as if it's shining.

The hand that held Yang Guang stopped after pressing his fingers to find a certain position.

The hand holding the red light slowly moved to the place where it was suppressed, and then, the fingers opened one by one, and the faint red light gently floated on it.

The woman's voice smiled: "Miss Ben is a celestial talent, this kind of cheating method can only be effective if it is used like this, the most orthodox primordial power in heaven and earth, a good thing that is not bound by the way of heaven here." Go to this immortal! Enter his Dharma body and change the world! ”