The blue-purple flame light burned in the water and widened the area, and the water seemed to boil, rolling and surging, stirring the phosphorescent projection into countless pieces. When the flame of light is extinguished in the water, it becomes a pinch of ash like lime rice, which melts into the water. This subtle situation, even Luo Ling, couldn't help but feel heavy, he didn't know how many water monsters had died in the waters of this cave before they became so filthy, and he couldn't guess how many such water monsters were waiting to be torn apart or torn apart by him.

Luo Ling could be sure that he was not performing alone in a field full of illusions, those water monsters were real, those attacks were real, those light flames were real, and the large amount of blood energy absorbed by the bloodthirsty grip was also real.

All this is not seen with the eyes or heard with the ears, but sensed by the spirit.

This sense of identifying the presence or absence of an enemy through the movement and transformation trajectory of energy is difficult to deceive, because it often implies that the energy must be equal to the real one. That is to say, if you want to create a thousand armies, then you must pay energy equal to the total combat power of the real thousand armies. The illusion method of causing the opponent to hallucinate through mental interference and finally collapse oneself is of no meaning to a person with a strong soul.

Kill, keep killing, the bloodthirsty stone is already as red as a magic gem, the red is pure, the red makes people feel the urge to gag when they look at it. However, there is a detail that puzzles Luo Ling, that is, these water monsters, their blood is not red, but dark green, like algae rotting in the pasty water, which is definitely the ideal disgusting material for horror movies, however, for bloodthirsty, it seems to only accept the fact of 'blood red', and the color it embodies is only red.

"When you think it is, it is." The Bloodstone expounds this extreme subjectivity in a very special way, and, very productively, from the bright red and bright Bloodstone, first a substance is born that resembles a layer of muscle, and then from this substance, like the irregular veins of roots and veins, begin to wrap around the armor, like the vines of a morning glory, but no doubt much faster.

"Maybe it's my own slashing that provides it with enough nutrients." Luo Ling thought so.

These blood-colored vines don't just know how to entangle, they will burst from time to time, like a soft bag of paint being slammed against the wall, and the paint blooms irregularly, like a flower. In this bursting, bright red pollution, the blood can clot and gradually form new bloodstones.

In this way, with Luo Ling's killing, uninterrupted, and seemingly random, bloodthirsty stones were born. From dim to bright, from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a baby's fist, as if it was a tree noduma, gradually covered with armor, which made Luo Ling's image no longer strange and vicious, to more like a monster about to festering and dying.

From Moggug, Luo Ling knew that the bloodthirsty stone was accumulating energy in order to give Luo Ling's 'fierce skeleton' armor real 'vitality', and he also knew that everything related to the undead would inevitably be associated with words such as disgusting, disgusting, and filth, but he still didn't expect that the real situation would be like this.

The current Luo Ling, judging from his appearance alone, is like an unlucky ghost who is possessed by some unknown disgusting creature and is in danger, without any majesty at all.

The more bloodthirsty stones, the greater the demand for blood energy, and when they almost covered Luo Ling's whole body, dozens of water monsters had been killed, and it was rare to see a change.

Luo Ling made a rough calculation, the battle had been going on for more than 40 minutes, even if his physical strength was enough for him to continue the battle for 10 times this time, but this kind of high-intensity slaughter that seemed to be dangerous and intense and exciting, he already felt bored.

"It's like selling seafood, when you're dealing with the first, ten, or 100 fish for a customer, you may not feel like that. But when this kind of work goes on to the point of a thousand things, even if you know in your heart that this is your job, you will never find pleasure. What's more, the thrill of killing, I have already experienced it with thrilling in my escape, and now killing gives me just a kind of enthusiasm for re-familiarization, if you quit smoking for a while, and then smoke one more day, you will know that feeling. ”

This passage was said by Luo Lingyi's friend who is also a teacher and friend, who has fought a war, been in prison, escaped from prison, was arrested and ran out again...... It's a lot of experience. He didn't fully understand the meaning of this passage at the time, but now, he has deeply realized the helplessness in it, the helplessness of living, and the helplessness that he has mastered is so special.

Killing is not a noble job, but it is meaningful. For Luo Ling, its meaning lies in survival, strength, and wealth, and life is sometimes a kind of snatching and trampling, in order to exist, in order to be better, this kind of behavior is constantly staged, to the different, to the same kind.

Luo Ling's weapons are very special, and the movements are extremely clean and neat, swift and effective, the water monster hit by him will basically die in about 2 seconds, there is no extra struggle, and there is no strength to carry out unnecessary struggle, they die very quickly, so fast that they don't have time to feel pain, so Luo Ling often says: "My killing method is not painful and fast." ”

The water monsters frantically launched a charge, stirring the turbulent current of the water, splashing the waves, although their attacks and bites have the taste of three-dimensional attacks, but Luo Ling felt that they were clumsy and blind, he always had enough opportunities and choices, and shuttled between the monsters freely, without having to fight a bloody path in order not to fall into a dead end.

The skin of the water monsters is much tougher than it looks, and even if it doesn't count the protective energy of the light film on the surface of the body, it also has the resistance of 3 layers of raw cowhide. Unfortunately, as more and more water monsters die, this resistance becomes less and less meaningful. The outer layer of the blade of the bloodthirsty grip gradually added a layer of hazy blood light, and this light replaced the original blade and became the main substance of the cutting, just like the diamond at the tip of the glass knife, and the effect was remarkable.

After the initial period of killing pleasure, Luo Ling's enthusiasm has been diminishing, and his movements are becoming more and more mechanical and concise, turning over and over, just poking in, slicing, stabbing in, and slashing again, as if he was a member of the assembly line, and the water monsters are the products on the conveyor belt, rushing up, just to complete the process of being killed.

The bloodthirsty stone is the opposite, it is getting more and more excited, it not only conveys the message of this excitement to Luo Ling, but also uses a sharp roar to express emotions, it is hard to imagine that when the bloodthirsty grip is waved in the water, it can make a whining sound like a ghost crying.

When the monsters in one side of the water are as crowded as the paddling pool of a swimming pool in the middle of summer, when the monsters are unable to kill their targets, their violent cruelty and manic resentment explode in a continuous heat up. They no longer work together to kill aliens, hunger and bloodlust make them forget about each other, and start killing each other.

At this time, the power of their bloody mouths was finally perfectly manifested. Often with a deep bite and a bite, more than a dozen catties of flesh and bones disappear. The internal organs flow into the water with the thick blood, and it doesn't take long for them to start burning. And once those water monsters are injured to a considerable extent, they will also be implicated in this burning and ignited. They are often not dead at this point, and they still have a lot of energy left in their bodies to vent, so they become more frenzied, writhing violently to express their pain, and at the same time using their large working mouths to attack the nearest target and express resentment.

This kind of bite, like a vicious infectious disease, spread rapidly, until it affected the monsters in the entire water, and at this point, the water really boiled, and everywhere there was chaotic fighting, everywhere there was a cold mouth and blue-purple burning. The creepy squeak, the clatter of the waves being rolled and slapped, and the squeaky screams that resembled anger, wailing, and a bit of a war cry, turned into a slaughterhouse, and countless lives were slaughtered together, slaughtering each other.

Luo Ling, who was placed in it, was greatly reduced because of the cannibalism of the water monsters. The skillful killing actions of the water monsters among each other made Luo Ling feel that this kind of fight between these monsters was by no means limited to today, limited to this time, limited to this time.

"Perhaps, this is a cruel game that belongs to them. Otherwise, where would there be so many ashes in these waters?"

What made him sigh even more was that the water monsters who bit each other to death, after death, did not dissipate from the burning with distorted humanoid light and shadow, but turned into a light and flew to nowhere. This reminded him of some kind of vicious curse: "You will suffer from sharp teeth and broken flesh and bones, and you will be reincarnated repeatedly, and you will not be liberated in this Shura realm......"

The water monsters close to Luo Ling gave up their cooperation, gave up the 'array' that was already full of loopholes, they swarmed up, rubbed shoulders, and attacked each other from time to time, they finally chose to abandon the skill of hunting, and the facts have repeatedly proved that this skill is indeed useless in front of Luo Ling. Anyway, they attacked like this, and it was even more chaotic than a group of people performing drunken boxing, as if they had the intention of beating the master to death with a stick, or they wanted to pile Luo Ling to death, squeeze him to death, and burn him to death with that kind of corpse fire.

At this time, as an excellent slaughterer, Luo Ling showed his superior skills and admirable professional ethics, he never slashed more than one more on the same monster, and never picked those painless places to start, accurate, fatal, and died quickly, even Luo Ling himself couldn't remember how many knives his highest record was in a second, anyway, there were only one key points left in his eyes to be stabbed, and the shadow of one of his arms dangling in the water made him look very like a thousand-armed Guanyin holding a knife... …

Luo Ling smiled, not because he was breaking his record for the most swings in the shortest time, but because he finally experienced the feeling of scalp tingling due to huge mental pressure again. Any kind of extreme feeling is profound and cannot withstand nostalgia, just like the most perfect ** Gao Yu Dynasty, just like the feat of firecrackers and fireworks rising into the air when the bell rings in the spring of the Chinese New Year's Eve. That's what Luo Ling thought, and he feels like this now.

The fierce killing of death is like an epiphany in full bloom, and after the most beautiful bloom, it is a sudden turn of withering. When the melee in the waters begins, no new monsters appear in the waterways at the edge of the cave. When the uncountable water monsters launched a suicide attack on Luo Ling like the kamikaze drones of Japan in World War II, it was already the most glorious scene of this fight.

It didn't take too long, that is, ten minutes, and with the close and sincere cooperation of Luo Ling and the water monsters, the entire water area finally returned to tranquility. The last water monster burned silently not far from Luo Ling, blue is imagination, purple is noble, and the light is beautiful. Luo Ling hung quietly in the water, with his arms wide open, his eyes slightly closed, like the demon king reminiscing about the bloody aftertaste, and like the performer feeling the applause from the audience after the curtain call.

When he opened his eyes, there was no longer a bloody thrill in the world, no more fishy smells, no more sounds of killing. He 'saw' ashes falling, forming new or old stalagmites, stalagmites as hard as iron, spear-like jungles, traps of murderous intent; He 'saw' the ashes rising, like floating ash in a heat wave, drifting away, and finally attaching themselves somewhere on the cave wall, and the phosphorescent light on the wall was bright, and the day was bright, like the stars blinking, and he 'saw' the ashes in the water, lingering, as if heaven and earth were not their destination, they were just there, or drifting with the tide, all the meaning, as if they were just waiting for the next time to change.

Luo Ling doesn't look like glorifying killing, because this kind of thing is not beautiful. But he did complete the catharsis in the killing, and after that he clearly felt a kind of quiet and far-reaching indifference, he felt emotionally calm, and all the beautiful, ugly, urgent, and leisurely thoughts in his mind drifted away, as if the dead life included him, and now, everything began again.

Luo Ling inadvertently thought of the murderers who claimed to be purifying the world or acting according to God's will that he had seen in the media in the past, and he really couldn't figure out if it was a pathology, or if the real thinking realm had been detached, or if it was a mockery of the whole world, but he knew that his current side was not suitable for Xing Juan and the others to see.

Demons, demons, not only talk about it, but also not only the evil power in the blood, the heart is no longer pure, and the eyes can see the darkness.

Metropolis people are polyhedron and will show different faces according to different environments. Luo Ling agrees with this statement, but there are not many of his faces, half, maybe less than half, a few faces, and a few faces, have been changed again, and the rest is completely dark, like those depictions related to the fall in the books: I am struggling in the dark waters, and a part of my body is already unable to be illuminated by the light above the water, I am sinking, and I only prove my existence by the part that is exposed above the water......

Vampires want to suck blood, ghouls want to eat meat, demons want to kill, Luo Ling, sometimes kill and kill, sometimes dance.