Finally, there is a rift!

This meant that if the gate was opened a little higher, they would be able to drill through from below, avoiding the blood-colored mirror that was still hanging behind them!

This mirror has always been like a sharp guillotine, as if it can be cut off at any time, no one knows when it will have a convulsion and rush forward, won't these people all become the ghosts under this guillotine?

"Finally up!"

"Finally there is hope."

"Quick, go up a little more, come a little more and you'll be able to pass!"

There are S-class earth awakened people lying on the ground excitedly, looking at the tiny gap, and have the idea of drilling through the ground.

However, it is impossible to tell what is going on on the other side, just by this slight gap, but at this time, if the blood mirror rushes over again, they will try to gamble and drill through the gap.

The blood in the bottles of Sir Gooch's hand had been squandered by him, and the clouds on the iron gates had turned red, and he spread his hands to show that he had done his best, and the rest was up to you.

At this time, under the clouds, there is a picture of a man and a woman standing opposite each other.

Look at the bodies of the two statues, a man and a woman, it seems to be larger than the area of the cloud.

Many people simply held their breath and fell into calm again.

If you want to dye these two portraits red, wouldn't it take two people to die?

"Why don't we all get together?"

A reincarnation powerhouse spoke.

"I've heard of crowdfunding, but I haven't heard of blood, you're really talented!"

The fat man smiled and mercilessly despised everyone.

"I'll go, Gan Fatty, do you know anything or not? Now we're all here trying to find a way out, but you're talking here and the dog can't spit out ivory, right? ”

Several other reincarnation powerhouses all angrily reprimanded Gan Fatzi.

The fat man pouted: "A bunch of fools, you think you are looking for a way out, we don't think so!" ”

This sentence undoubtedly poked at the pain points of many people.

Indeed, they think they are desperately trying to find a way for themselves, but people look at them as if they are watching a play, which is really lacking in morality!

"Gan Fatty, are you looking for death?"

"Yes, even if we open the door, we won't let you pass!"

"Hmph, if you have the ability, the door will open in a while, don't go."

In the blink of an eye, the concerted effort scene originally caused by fear was broken apart by Gan Fatzi's two sentences, and most of them stood on the opposite side of Gan Fatzi.

"Hehe, I'm not leaving? You have to open this floodgate first, and then you think you can paint it all over the two portraits, as well as the mountains behind them, and the flowers and trees underground, without ten or eight lives to fill them? Come, show me, which of you is so dedicated, come, cut your wrists and show me, I am a fat man who will definitely bow his head and call me a hero! ”

The fat man was not afraid of anything big and shouted, as if no matter what the situation, any place, any situation, this fat man could do unpredictable things.

"What the hell does he mean, bastard?"

"Gan Fatty, don't just stand there and talk about the wind and cold, as if you don't need ten or eight people to fill it with your life."

"That's it, Gan Fatty, I think you're a-stirring stick, the kind that only knows how to make trouble."

Some strong people found that it was really a very irrational thing to stand here and fight with the fat man, and when they had that time to talk to him, they might have opened the floodgates.

"Hehe, then you can fill it slowly, see how many people can fill it in, or that sentence, if you can get together so much blood, the male master will give you a hero."

The fat man didn't answer the other party's words, and the whole tone was unreasonable.

"Don't pay attention to this bastard, we grabbed the blood, opened the floodgates, and I always feel unsteady in the blood mirror."

"Yes, the ghost knows when this thing rushed over, anyway, it's a death, before dying, it's worth it to break through this gate and go in to see what the artifact material looks like, this is the remains of the ancient kingdom of Great Simba, maybe there is really an artifact in it!"

Someone in the crowd egged on for it.

A group of people suddenly became excited.

"Come, come, everyone is here to donate blood, everyone is an S-class powerhouse, 500CC...... each"

"Okay, I'll do it first!"

"I'll do it too!"

As soon as someone provoked their heads like this, someone immediately responded, S-level powerhouses, it's nothing to lose more blood, at most it's just a while of weakness, anyway, they can't pass through this door, and the blood mirror behind them will also suck everyone dry, no matter how it's bloodletting, it's better to find a way to live for yourself.

An S-class powerhouse walked directly to the front, and with a swipe of the spiritual weapon in his hand, blood gushed out and wiped directly on the gate.

Then the whole gate seemed to have encountered a graffiti, you once, I once, everyone smeared their own blood on it, two or three hundred mouths, almost everyone put a certain amount of blood on the gate.

Then everyone saw that the two figures were becoming more and more plump, and the whole picture was red.

More than 200 people almost all donated blood, but found that they had not been able to completely fill the two figures.

Then someone shouted and launched a second round of blood donations.

Although everyone is an S-level master, blood is not much different from ordinary people, ordinary people will die if they bleed too much, and S-level masters will die if they bleed too much.

However, Gan Fatzi still laughed coldly on the side, which finally caused many people to grit their teeth and persist in the second round of blood donations.

In the second round, even the twelve paladins led by Kuser took the initiative to come out and donate blood.

The dark race brought by Sir also brought some blood to a greater or lesser extent, and they were all dedicated at this time, and everyone wanted to contribute.

Only Jiang Qiu and the others did not step forward to donate blood, but just calmly watched these S-level powerhouses busy.

Kuser looked up at Jiang Qiu several times, but found that the other party was standing there looking at the gate, ignoring them at all.

"This guy, what is he pretending to be high?"

"Hehe, I must be unwilling to donate blood, deliberately standing there and pretending."

"Orientals, what a cunning!"

"Who makes the family strong, our strength is almost good, so we can only donate blood, just ask this guy not to take advantage of it forcibly."

Eventually, both figures were painted all over, but they found that the gate had not risen as the sun and clouds had painted before, but had remained untouched!

That's right, the previous cognition is invalid.

Many S-rank masters thought that as long as the smearing was finished, the floodgates would open automatically, but now, they didn't open it!

This is a chance for their more than 200 S-level masters to fight for their own lives, but it's like this, it's not open!

Countless people jumped to their feet and scolded their mothers on the spot.

Who said that you were making up blood before? You stand up, we promise not to kill you!

Gan Fat Man laughed when he saw this scene, and the ridicule on his face was even more overflowing.

"What's the matter, guys, aren't you quite capable?"

"Blood? Let's make it up, make it up, or you smear all the flowers and trees below, maybe the floodgates will open? ”

"A group of stupid people, the master of this big array deliberately led you to be fooled, but you really sent your own blood, how about it, now all of them have regressed a lot in strength, right?"

Gan Fat Man sneered, every sentence, every word was like a sharp knife piercing everyone's hearts, making people want to tear him up and throw him out.

However, it is true that as Gan Fatzi said, because they have consumed too much essence blood, their strength has indeed decreased a lot at this time.

But Gan Fatzi's words undoubtedly gave everyone another reminder.

That is, the flowers and trees below this character are really not smeared, and they have become the only vacuum on this floodgate.

"Fat Gan, as you said, now on this gate, there are only these plants and trees left unpainted, we have all consumed so much essence blood, can you help us finish painting the flowers and trees below?"

An S-class powerhouse spoke.

If it weren't for the excessive consumption of their essence and blood, this S-level powerhouse was really reluctant to open his mouth to Gan Fat.

Gan Fat touched his chin: "Let me donate blood, you have to come up with benefits!" ”

A group of people immediately collectively dizzy, big brother, when is this, the blood mirror is staring at it, open the door and we are all saved, but you are still thinking about benefits at this critical juncture, you lack virtue or not, you?

"If people donate blood for free, they will also be given a certificate, not to mention that if I really donate blood, I may have saved so many of your lives, a seventh-level floating slaughter for one life, count how many towers I can build for myself! The merit is immeasurable! ”

Gan Fat Man shook his head and said.

"Bastard!"

Kuser was so angry that he trembled, and took a step forward with heavy steps: "Gan Fatty, you have to prioritize things, right?" At this time, everyone's lives are hanging between your thoughts, if you mess up, believe it or not, we will die with you? ”

The fat man smiled: "I don't believe it." ”

Kusser: "......"

This product is soft and hard, and you can't eat it!

"Okay, for the sake of so many of you begging me together, one person will come out with some money, and the male master will help you clear this floodgate."

The fat man reached out and patted the blood-red pattern on the gate, and the blood smeared on it dried up immediately, and it was not stained at all.

"That's what you said, don't go back on your word!"

As he spoke, Kuser raised his hand and placed a small pile of gold bars on the ground: "I personally represent them and give out all the money." ”

Kuser said, staring into the fat man's eyes.

"You're really generous, the paladin is so rich, it's not a matter of taking gold."

The fat man waved his hand to collect the gold bars, but saw Kuser step on the pile of gold bars, looked in the direction of the gate with his eyes, and motioned for the fat man to smear the blood first.

When I was coding words, Sweden and the stick were in full swing... I hope Sweden wins the stick, 2:0, I'm betting on a popsicle!

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