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He remembered some of the peculiar creatures that wandered the wild, the corpses of the innocent, the undead who had died unjustly, and who were good at disguising themselves to win the sympathy of travelers.

When you really follow the sound to find each other, what awaits you is likely to be terrifying monsters and killing machines.

The world is dangerous, and in the process of evolution, some monsters will even transform themselves into natural treasures to attract explorers.

So, at all times, it is important to be careful.

Yang Shuo made a look, and the cowardly demon nodded in a gesture, and slowly moved forward.

From the moment it was summoned, the cowardly demon was destined to be cannon fodder, and it walked ahead with its teeth bared, its brown body resembling the mud around the volcano, and even contained some sulfur smell.

After a relatively long period of time, led by the cowardly demon, after all, there was a thrilling walk of more than thirty meters, this cave is far bigger than Yang Shuo thought, as a cold cemetery, the lame has obviously transformed here.

More and more corpses appeared all around.

Humans, zombies, bugs, and beasts.

The corpses were fragmented, each bearing obvious signs of torture and dismemberment.

There was a pregnant woman in the corner, she was dead, but her eyes were staring straight ahead, on her body, countless scars were coiled, her limbs were strangely twisted, her abdomen was high and bulging, and faintly, even some laughter could be heard.

Yang Shuo's face was ugly, and it was obvious that even he felt a trace of discomfort.

A container for the birth of a dead baby.

Only the corpse of a pregnant woman who has been humiliated and tortured in her life can accumulate enough resentment to nurture the corpse baby, which is the most cruel method and the quickest way to make the corpse baby form.

Damn it.

This method can no longer be called cruelty, but, madness!

For the sake of eternal life, from the moment he transformed himself into a corpse demon, Timber Lame has transformed from a human into a real monster.

The cowardly demon walked over, it waved its arms, like a blade-like arm directly cut through the belly of the pregnant woman, it was a small pink head, a corpse baby, it was half transformed, its empty little eyes were filled with madness and resentment, its mouth kept chirping, it was devouring the flesh of the mother.

Pregnant women, who serve as containers, play the role of food in addition to giving birth to corpse babies.

Some are disgusting.

Yang Shuo's face turned cold, and his two eyes looked directly at the corpse baby like a sharp sword, and a majestic spiritual power surged towards it, like a flood, full of despair.

"Poof!"

Under such ferocious power, the corpse baby's head could not withstand this kind of pressure at all, and exploded immediately.

Blood splattered, minced flesh mixed with white bones scattered in all directions, screaming, like hell on earth.

"Ang ......" The blue-eyed white dragon trembled as the corpse let out a loud dragon groan, as a messenger of light, everything here was really disgusting to it.

Yang Shuo stretched out his hand and touched the other party's neck to show comfort.

He needs to search here as soon as possible, not to mention the blue-eyed white dragon, even if he has been here for a long time, the negative energy in his heart has also increased exponentially, and he can't wait to kill.

"Lame, I sincerely hope that you can die at the hands of the canopy, a monster like you should never have appeared in this world in the first place."

Yang Shuo muttered to himself, and the expression on his face became more and more solemn.

"Help Me ......"

"Help Me ......"

The complaining voice before sounded in Yang Shuo's ears again, different from before, at this moment, he could clearly feel that the voice was not far away from him.

"What could it be?"

"Is it another corpse boy who pretends to be smart?"

"Is this what the lame is aiming for?"

Blocking Yang Shuo was a stone gate, without any carved ornaments, and the voice of grumbling came from behind this stone gate.

"Cowardice."

Yang Shuo's long voice came from his mouth.

The cowardly demon walked forward slowly, he stretched out his hand and slowly pushed forward, but it was at this moment that its hands suddenly became pitch black.

This frightened the cowardly.

An unbearable pain came from its arm, and it spun around in place like crazy, and the black color of the arm was like a dye falling into the clear water, and it instantly permeated its entire body.

Highly toxic.

The lame was smeared with poison on this stone door, and as a master of using poison, the lame was still very cautious, and even smeared venom on this stone door.

The horror of the toxin is that a cowardly demon of the high level of nuclear transformation is corrupted by this toxin without even having a chance to take precautions.

"Knock the door open!"

Yang Shuo gave one last order to the cowardly.

The cowardly demon is no longer saved, Yang Shuo can feel that his vitality is passing rapidly, since this is the case, it is better to let it bloom to the last effect.

The cowardly demon's body has completely turned black, like coal, even its pupils are jet black, and every time it takes a step, its body will tremble violently, and it hits hard, and the stone door opens, but it also falls to the ground.

He's dead.

From infection to sudden death, the cowardly demon didn't even last a minute before he died violently on the ground.

The death of the cowardly demon caused Yang Shuo's spiritual power to suffer a certain backlash, at this time, his face was pale, like a drowning person in a river, and even his back was wet with sweat.

He felt a little scared.

The intensity of the toxin shocked Yang Shuo, and he could clearly feel that not to mention the nuclear transformation realm, even the existence of the natal realm of the blue-eyed white dragon would definitely die if he touched this toxin.

Lucky.

The cowardly demon used his last life to push open the stone door for himself.

As a demonic spirit, it has fulfilled its mission.

The door opened, Yang Shuo looked forward, and for a moment, his gaze was completely attracted by something.

In front of him, there was a figure, its pure white hair falling like snowflakes, its head bowed, and its body was bound by iron chains, looking extremely thin and unbearable.

On it, there are some disgusting bugs.

"Enchanted bugs!"

Yang Shuo's eyes widened, and he couldn't hide the horror in his heart.

Relying on nuclear energy to make a living, as long as the number is large to a certain extent, even the powerhouses of the Legendary Realm will be sucked into jerky by this kind of guy.

One, two, three......

Yang Shuo counted carefully, and there were twenty-three enchanted insects entrenched in the figure in front of him, which was weird!

It stands to reason that such a group of enchanted insects should have devoured the other party's nuclear energy and even vitality a long time ago, why, it still has some faint vitality on its body.

An existence capable of resisting the devouring of enchanted insects?!

What kind of monster is this?!

Curiosity drove Yang Shuo, and he had a hunch in his heart that this person was the target that Dry Lame had paid special attention to before.

Yang Shuo took a step forward, he wanted to see what the other party looked like, what kind of divine a guy who could not only fight against the enchanted insects, but was also highly valued by the heresy of the lame.

"Squeak."

There was a crunch.

Yang Shuo stopped, his breathing suddenly froze, this was not his footsteps.

What is it?

Yang Shuo looked around, no, no, no, there was no trace of monsters everywhere.

"Is it a hallucination? No! Although the sound just now was extremely weak, it was obviously the sound of footsteps, and there was no one around, so there was only one place left. ”

Yang Shuo took a deep breath and looked towards the ceiling in front of him.

A huge figure was attached to the top of the wall, and more than a dozen cheeks flickered, either resentful, or joyful, or dazed, or excited, and all kinds of life flashed on the monster in front of him.

"Ghost-faced spiders?" Yang Shuo muttered to himself.

"That's not right."

This is indeed a ghost-faced spider, but unlike what Yang Shuo had seen in the reserve camp before, this ghost-faced spider is powerful, and there are sixteen human faces on its body, and what is even more terrifying is that it is not eight dark and sharp spider legs that support it to walk, but eight human arms.

"This is a ghost-faced spider, but it is a zombie species ghost-faced spider that has entered the peak of its natal life and has been transformed by a lame!" (To be continued.) )