Black Mountain smiled, opened his mouth and spewed out a small altar, which took root and turned into the size of a zhangyu. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He grabbed the centaur by the head and dragged him to the altar:

Crash......!

Ropes flew out, wrapping around the centaur's limbs and head, and then, holding up the Devil's Head Knife, he smiled at the centaur's neck:

"I am a Terran, you can die in the ghost head knife of the Terran, and you can become the first victim of the executioner of the Fourth Revolution, you should be happy and grateful!"

The centaur roared, he was full of vindictiveness, his muscles bulged, and he scolded: "Terran...... If you dare to kill me, my race will surely punish you!"

Montenegro laughed and said nothing, dropped the ghost head knife, and with a click, he cut off the centaur's neck!

Zi!

The centaur neck sprayed blood, scattered on the altar, and was frantically absorbed by the altar!

At the same time, the centaur's soul emerges, and before it notices anything, it is absorbed by the altar, causing its soul to be imprinted into the altar.

The rope swayed, dragging the centaur corpse and throwing it to the ground.

At the same time, four horses' hooves appeared under the altar, and the horses' hooves rose up and dragged the altar towards the small fishing village.

On the altar, Montenegro kept saying: "Interesting...... It's funny that this altar can move on its own!"

The altar shook, but he didn't move, just stood on the altar, holding the ghost head knife in both hands, and opened his mouth to spew out a mouthful of black and white air!

This black and white air flow turned into yin and yang, refining the ghost head knife, and making the ghost head knife more powerful.

At the same time, the ghost head knife itself and the altar below have a slight resonance!

The altar raises a knife, and the knife nourishes the altar, which is very mysterious!

After a stick of incense, the altar finally arrived in front of the small fishing village.

Outside the small fishing village, three or five creatures are mending fishing nets and sharpening harpoons!

When I saw the four-legged altar and the black mountain on the altar, I was immediately curious:

"What race are you, why are you so weird?" A rabbit girl is innocent: "By the way, have you seen Uncle Centaur?"

Montenegro smiled: "I'm a Terran! As for Uncle Centaur, I see it!"

The rabbit girl was curious: "Then where is he? He will go out and not come back for such a long time!"

"I'm going to have Uncle Centaur send me to work in the town!"

Montenegro took out a piece of fur and wiped the ghost head knife: "Little sister, you come up, I'll tell you where he went!"

The rabbit girl blinked, she looked at the high altar, and felt that she could see far from it, and she could not see Uncle Centaur from above, so she happily climbed up the rope that fell from it.

"Where's my Uncle Centaur?" the rabbit girl asked.

......The rope tied the limbs and head of the rabbit girl, revealing Bai Xuan's neck in front of Black Mountain.

"Ah...... Terran, how are you tying me up? Let go of me! I don't like to play with bondage, Azhu next door to me likes to play!" The rabbit girl was about to cry.

"Don't cry! I'll send you to find Uncle Centaur!" Montenegro smiled, he reached out and touched the soft hair of the rabbit girl, feeling that the rabbit fur was soft, suitable for making rabbit fur coats!

Click! The knife fell, and the head of the rabbit girl was cut off!

The rabbit girl's head rolled down to the altar, and her bright and innocent eyes were full of incomprehension and doubt!

The small fishing village exploded, and some of the creatures who found it abnormal here rushed over with harpoons:

"First cover this Terran with fishing nets, and then everyone will fork him to death with forks!"

Crash!

The fishing nets flew over and landed on Black Mountain, and then a totemic dragon head emerged from him, biting the fishing nets!

Another harpoon flew and pierced him, clanging and bursting with fire!

"It's not good, the human race is powerful, there is an iron skin, it can stop us!" There is a minotaur frightened, there is no human race in the plane he was in before, and there is no human race on this continent, so he is completely frightened by Montenegro.

Run......!

After hearing that the human race was dressed in iron sheets, the other creatures had no idea of resisting, and all ran away.

Cracking sound!

The horse's legs under the altar have become thicker, and some rabbit fur has grown on them, making them look even thicker!

The horse's hooves flew up, and the altar rushed to the creatures, and ropes reached out and dragged them to the altar.

The old demon of Montenegro smiled, and his hand rose and fell, click! click!

The ghost-headed knife flew over, and I watched the heads roll down under the altar.

The small fishing village has been slaughtered, and the ropes on the altar have turned into totemic patterns!

The souls of the slain creatures are imprinted in the altar and cannot be transcended forever, they are nourished by blood, they become strong and ferocious!

"We've been beheaded, why do other creatures have heads?"

"Let's go...... Let's go, find the head, cut it off, and let them join us!"

"How good is it to be a head? There is no other burden, no need to work tomorrow, just eat and drink!"

The souls of the slain creatures were sealed and turned into heads and rolled on the altar, wailing, singing, and weeping!

Boom! Boom!

The horse's hooves under the altar became thicker and stronger, and the powerful horses' hooves galloped wildly, attracted by the breath of living beings, and rushed to the place where living beings gathered.

One by one, the heads flew out, and they tore at the living creatures and threw them onto the altar.

As soon as the living creature landed on the altar, it was suppressed by the invisible totemic power: kneeling in front of the old demon of the Black Mountain.

Then, the old demon of Montenegro raised his knife and cut off his head with a click!

Every time he looked at the next head, Montenegro felt that the ghost head knife had changed a little more, and the transfer altar under his feet had a little more heritage!

"The more heads you cut off, the more powerful this altar will be, and the more ferocious the Ghost Head Knife will be!"

"And I, when I finally change jobs, will definitely be even stronger!"

After cutting down some small fishing villages, Montenegro felt that he was not satisfied, so he flew directly to a city with the altar.

Whew, whew!

Open your mouth and spew out humming two breaths, and the black and white air flow rolls, like a dragon, wandering in all directions on the avenue in the city, blocking the city gates in all directions, turning into a black and white grinding plate, and no living creature is allowed to enter or leave!

The executioner's altar at his feet was suspended in the air, and when a head bit the creature, he began to slash wildly.

Wailing, swearing, supplication, pleading, rebuking!

All kinds of voices continued to sound on the altar, and Montenegro felt that he was guilty: "If I cut off my head enough, if I swing my sword fast enough, then there is no need for these creatures to suffer the fear of death!"

Thinking of this, he wields the knife harder and chops more addictively!

At first, he still wanted to urge some knife technique when the ghost head knife fell, but in the end, he didn't want to do anything, just cut it down!

The sword fell in his hand, and all his thoughts were silent in the ghost-headed knife and the altar under his feet.

As he slashed, the power of the Altar increased little by little, and he became more familiar with the profession of Executioner:

"Some of them are the same as Killing Knights, if the two classes merge ......!"