On the road to purgatory, a full 183 walking corpses walking 'meat' 'to the dead' all fell on the bloody and muddy path in a miserable appearance, Wu Wenxu sat in the pile of corpses, calmly wiping the blade of the wind, and the surviving 'going to the dead' trembled as if they had seen a ghost, and they didn't even dare to talk to Wu Wenxu.

They have fought bloody battles with the 'Dead' so far, and naturally know that the poisonous gas corrodes the human body after the mutation is terrible, they are determined to die to pave the way for the man, who knows that it took only a few slashes, and they were surrounded by desperate 'Deaths', and they all died?

More than a hundred able-bodied people, reads;! Or is it a monster whose strength is more than twice as large as usual, even if it is not poisonous, exert all its abilities, and maintain a long-lasting stalemate, there is only one way to die, but that man did it, if he is not a monster, wouldn't it be a miracle?

Perhaps because they were often influenced by faith, their suffocated brains quickly reacted back after a short period of losing the ability to think, and they insisted that Wu Wenxu was possessed by miracles.

Under the poison in his body, he suddenly became mighty, and he killed more than 100 people in a row, except for the blessings and blessings of the ice god in the rumor, how could it be something that ordinary people could do?

"Your Highness, Son of God, please bow down to us!"

The people who figured it out were moved to tears, God, they saw the miracle with their own eyes! Even if they die in battle in the Purgatory Arena in the future, they can receive God's gift before they die, and now they will die without regrets!

'Nari, Son of God? ’

Wu Wenxu weakly glanced at the people who were so excited that it was difficult to remove, and their eyes were full of starlight, and there was a sudden chill in the back of his spine, hey, hey, the son of God is the son of God, why are you holding my big 'legs'? And you, what the hell are you doing, your beard is all on Lao Tzu's face!

"Get out of here!"

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" Wu Wenxu roared angrily, but it involved the sword wound in front of the 'chest', Wu Wenxu coughed violently, and then covered his 'chest' in pain, looking at these guys who had escaped death, his eyes were very unkind. [ Lots of good]

"Yes, we'll get out of here now!"

The survivors were not much lighter than Wu Wenxu, and at this time, the son of God spoke, and he actually rolled his body and left Wu Wenxu, looking at their satisfied appearance, there was no difference from a madman.

It's over, the gang is 'provoked' by the thorn and goes crazy. ’

The corners of Wu Wenxu's eyes twitched, and he secretly wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Lord Lord, I fought my life, how can I save a bunch of guys with missing brains......

The 'going to the dead' rolled twice on the ground, and soon rolled back, and surrounded Wu Wenxu's feet with a face of worship, looking at the face of this life-saving benefactor and the son of miracles, they were not shocked, the wind was light, and everyone became more and more determined to Wu Wenxu's great existence.

These people lame 'legs' lost their arms, surrounded themselves, and let the blood flow, Wu Wenxu really couldn't stand it, and he couldn't help but 'rub' his temples with a headache and said: "If your brains are not bad, stop the bleeding first, our purpose is the city of faith, not just sit and wait for death." ”

"Shhh

The lord's helpless words actually made these guys take a hard breath.

Only then did their cheeks twitch and they felt the sharp pain in their bodies, and it was only a little worse that the worship and shock of the miracles in the 'spirits' made them bleed to death!

After all, Wu Wenxu's physical fitness is amazing, even if the venom in the body is not completely expelled in a short time, the wound at the ankle has naturally healed a lot, dragging the scarred right foot, Wu Wenxu can only hold the 'chest' cavity and walk with difficulty, the top priority now is to get out of purgatory as soon as possible, and then unlucky to encounter this kind of gun thing, even Wu Wenxu himself is not guaranteed to get out alive.

The deep dense forest, after a cruel and abnormal battle, recovered more quietly than before, quiet to death!

In the dark bushes, from time to time there was a terrifying sound of shaking plants and trees, Wu Wenxu and the six surviving guys supported each other and walked forward, and sure enough, as the white flute made Guangyi say, there was only one path extended.

The road is no longer wet with the previous 'tide', the dry ground is more flat and stable except for the withered leaves, the trees on both sides of the path no longer ooze pulp, the blood-colored and 'flower' bones gradually turn into pure white 'color' color, the enchanting bloom is dotted with lovely tender yellow 'flower' stamens, and some industrious bees lurk in the heart of the 'flower', which makes the terrifying jungle more alive.

Wu Wenxu, who had finished hanging up, had no time to appreciate this strange scene full of a sense of disobedience, he was supported by two fluttering 'desire' immortals' 'going to the dead', and the tearing pain of the 'chest' made the lord grin from time to time, provoking Wu Wenxu to greet the rulers of the City of Faith one by one in just one hour.

"Huh? Your Highness, Son of God, we seem to have come to the end of the road. ”

Carefully supporting Wu Wenxu's 'going to the dead', suddenly paused, his pause woke up the lord whose vitality was more vigorous than Xiaoqiang, Wu Wenxu raised his heavy eyelids, glanced ahead, and sure enough, he saw a strange iron 'door' that was not in the middle of winter.

The wide path is directly in front of it, and it is covered by the towering giant tree that presents a triangular shape, which is quite shocking, and this rusty iron 'door' carved with ancient characters, sandwiched in the middle of the towering giant tree, dignified and weird, as if the iron-gray 'color' tree can't bear to be killed, and the special 'door' is 'exposed' out of a heart that is half a foot high.

"Take me to see it."

Hearing the lord's order, the two guys immediately tightened Wu Wenxu's fart, and the other four followed closely behind, protecting Wu Wenxu like the president of the country, and approached the end of the purgatory road together.

The shape of this iron 'door' is square and rigorous, judging from the brown-green 'color' rust, the age is very old, ten sharp spikes are perpendicular to the earth, it is obviously a slender iron rod, it actually gives people the illusion of indestructibility, Wu Wenxu stared at the cumbersome ancient text carved by the iron rod, and after looking at it for a long time, he was dizzy.

"Shake!"

A lightly injured 'death' shook the iron door twice and shouted, "Is there anyone in there?" ”

The faint light in the dim dense forest was thrown into the iron 'gate', just like a faint sand and gravel annihilated in the darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, and you couldn't see any scene in the 'door', and you couldn't hear any echo clearly, this silence suddenly embarrassed everyone.

I finally experienced the purgatory path of nine deaths and a lifetime, but at the end, what greeted me was an iron 'door' that was closed and had no human 'nature'.

Just when Wu Wenxu's eyebrows and 'hair' gradually deepened, inside the iron 'door' that looked like a dog's 'hole', there was a roar that was almost roaring: "What is the noise, and the quarrel will cut your tongue again!" ”