Shen Mu had never seen such a fierce person, just standing there quietly, he couldn't breathe, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble, and even his blood seemed to be frozen.

The Earl and the others were also like great enemies, and everyone showed a look of vigilance, even an unfathomable powerhouse like the old woman was full of solemnity, which showed the great pressure that this person brought them.

"Is there anything wrong with Your Excellency?" the Earl's right hand was hidden in the cloak and tightly grasped the red Lian around his waist, at this time only this Blood Clan Sacred Weapon could allow him to control his breath and not be suppressed by the other party.

Don't look at him, he can still maintain the elegance of the nobility at this time, but in fact, the shock in his heart is beyond words. As a blood clan, he is naturally the most sensitive to blood. Therefore, he could clearly feel that the blood mist formed outside this man's body was not any magic or combat skill at all, but just because he had simply killed too many living beings, the blood qi was integrated into the pores and condensed, and the blood qi was finally formed.

He had only seen the record of the bloody qi in the secret books of the clan before. Legend has it that the Blood Evil Qi is extremely useful, and has the power to deter all living beings, and can be used for attack and defense. In addition, there are many other advantages, which can be described as the top kind of talisman in the melee class.

There were also people among the blood clan seniors who had specialized in cultivation before, but the effect was not obvious. Because this kind of bloody qi needs to keep killing, the more people are killed, the stronger the people killed, and the stronger the bloody qi will be. On the contrary, if you don't kill people for a long time, the bloody qi will slowly disappear.

Although the blood clan lives by sucking blood, there have been some murderous people in the clan, but the most is to kill tens of thousands of people. And the man in front of him, the blood in his body is so rich that it is rare in the world, and the earl expects him to kill at least tens of millions of people.

He killed tens of millions of people with his own hands!

You must know that if you kill too many people, you will be eaten by the blood, some people will not be able to bear it if they kill a few people, some people can kill dozens of people in a row without changing their faces, and there are also murderous people who can kill hundreds or thousands of people. But the more people kill, the heavier the blood will become, and when one day they can no longer bear the blood backlash, people will be driven crazy by the blood.

The senior recorded in the secret book of the blood clan had to kill at least ten people every day in order to cultivate the blood qi, and when he killed more than 50,000 people, he could no longer bear the backlash of the blood qi, and was completely driven crazy by the blood qi.

So you can imagine how perverted the man in front of him is!

In contrast to the Earl's attention to the bloody aura on his body, the old woman noticed the man's dress.

He was wearing tight leather pants on his lower body, reflecting a little purple luster under the pitch-black leather, and the whole body was translucent, spotless, and extremely breathable. This is supposed to be made from the belly skin of the purple unicorn python.

He wore a pair of black and reddish leather boots, densely covered with a layer of fine scales, invulnerable, invulnerable, and with each time he landed, a slight whirlwind formed under his feet to blow away the dust. The boots are supposed to have been made from the skin of the Behemoth of Beamon.

And the most striking thing is his belt. Soft and tough, the sword is difficult to hurt in the slightest, with its own anti-poison effect, and all poisons do not stick to the body. If I am not mistaken, it should be made of the dragon tendons of the Netherworld Poison Dragon, and you can still feel the dragon soul of the Netherworld Poison Dragon wailing in pain.

The Purple Gold Unicorn Python, the Beamon Behemoth, and the Nether Poison Dragon, these three are not ordinary monsters, could it be that this person came out of there? The old woman turned the white bone staff, her eyes looked up and down at the man, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

In the face of the earl's inquiry, the man took out a communicator from his body and turned it towards him, and asked in a very magnetic voice, "Is this still useful?"

The Earl stretched out his hand to take it and looked at it, and after thinking about it for a long time, his brow couldn't help frowning slightly. His communicator is similar to the one they use on their team now, but functionally it's thousands of years old, where did this guy get it?

It is important to know that their team's communicator is not only a communication function, but also a proof of identity of the team. It can be said that as long as you have an identity in your hand, you are a member of this team, and you are eligible to participate in the team's actions.

As far as the Count knew, their team was not created in modern times, but existed a long, long time ago. Passed down from generation to generation, they all adhere to the same rules: there is only an organizer, no captain. There is no name, division of labor and cooperation. Freedom of movement, difficult to advance and easy to retreat. If a party member dies, the communicator will automatically destroy. If you want to quit, you must return or destroy the communicator, or someone else will destroy it for you. This is also one of only two mandatory conditions for this team.

Although it is not known that this man would be holding a communicator from thousands of years ago, since he has an identity, the Count, as the organizer of this generation of teams, must acknowledge his identity.

"Welcome back!" said the Earl, throwing the communicator back, "You are too old, I'll help you get a new one when you get back." ”

"Good!" the man nodded heavily, then stepped aside and said no more.

"Now that everyone is together, let's go. In addition, I would like to remind you that yesterday alone, four great forces entered the Ancient Divine Martial Tomb, including the task force sent by the garrison of the Longhua Empire, so you should be more careful. It's still the old rule in the team, you can move freely, but you can solve the trouble you cause by yourself. The earl's gaze swept over everyone one by one, and finally landed on Shen Mu for two more seconds, as if telling him to be careful and careful.

In fact, he didn't need to tell Shen Mu to know what to do. There are so many strongmen in him, and it is not his turn to fight, all he has to do is to do everything possible to save his life, and then find a way to get a little more valuable goodies.

The meeting location chosen by the Earl is not far from the Tomb of the Ancient Gods, and it takes about a day to walk, and at the same time, it can also avoid the peripheral reconnaissance of some big forces.

Along the way, the team is moving forward without a hurry. Because of the existence of several super murderers, I didn't encounter anything like last time when I was attacked by monsters on the road. It's just that the team is really dull, almost no one speaks, and the atmosphere is extremely depressing, except for the sound of the dead fat man eating.

Shen Mu didn't know why this fat man was so able to eat? From the first time they met, he hadn't stopped talking for a second, and he had been eating for almost four hours. It can be seen with the naked eye that his belly has grown fat again.

"Damn, you're too good at eating, aren't you?are you a pig?" Shen Mu was now extremely impressed by his stomach.

"I don't want to eat it either!" The fat man was already embarrassed to eat, but he was still gritting his teeth and eating. And when he ate these few bites, he finally couldn't help but squirt, his stomach was tumbling, and he vomited.

However, after spitting and spitting, the fat man continued to eat, as if he would never stop talking until he was violent.

"Hey, what are you doing here? vomit after eating, vomit and eat after vomiting. If you can't eat it, don't eat it, are you sick?" Shen Mu couldn't understand the fat man's behavior at all. Eating was meant to be full and enjoyable, but eating like this was to find guilt for himself.

"You don't know. The fat man continued to eat in pain, while looking at him with extremely mournful eyes, and said in a quiet voice word by word: "If you don't eat, you will die!"