An increasingly dazzling red light rose in the room, even if it was blocked by the thick blood mist, you could still see the dazzling red light, but you couldn't see the things in the red light, the blood mist was as viscous as mercury, suppressing the inexplicable depression and anxiety in my heart.

And Shen Lin in the red mang, there is no trace of brilliance in his eyes, only pure bloodlust to the extreme, just like a beast looking at its own food; from time to time there is a roar like a beast from the slightly open mouth, as if declaring war and playing with its prey; and in the strong red glow at the mouth of the heart, the strange lines composed of countless complicated patterns spread out with the heart as the center, but it only spreads an inch away and then no longer spreads, and the lines at the mouth of the heart seem to be alive, obviously it should be a dead thing, but just by looking at this line, a heavy depression hits the heart, like a big stone pressing on the heart。

"Roar!" a hoarse, bloodthirsty roar echoed through the room.

A figure that is difficult to see with the naked eye, piercing through the blood mist and coming straight towards Hu Yan, although Hu Yan can't see it, but he has wandered between life and death many times, and when Shen Lin rushed over, he was so strong that he could already smell it. The sense of crisis of the familiar smell of death hit his mind again, almost at the same time as Shen Lin just moved, his body instinctively felt out the scimitar that had been treasured in his arms, turned around and took the petite scimitar in his hand, which was six inches long and half an inch thick, and slashed with all his strength into the thick blood mist behind him, and when he swung it halfway, a bright red light like blood suddenly appeared on the snow-white knife, and at this moment, a small hand appeared behind Hu Yan who turned halfway without warning, as if it was a coincidence that the place where the knife was swung out, and when the delicate little hand was about to touch the scimitar that could obviously easily cut through the skin and even bones, a touch of playfulness rarely appeared in Shen Lin's eyes, 'Squeak~' The sharp metal friction sound was like rubbing in the ears, and a thin row of sparks flashed on Shen Lin's little hand, and Shen Lin didn't care about the scimitar that turned to the neck without a single knife, and hit Hu Yan's chest with one palm, but the petite and harmless little hand hid countless killing intentions, and Hu Yan was knocked away with just one palm, and even the thick wooden wall was pierced by it!

"......" was knocked out of the house Hu Yan, who was forced not to fall to the ground, and two shallow ditches were brought out of the dirt floor, holding back the blood that surged up his throat, staring at the scimitar that had just been sharpened so loudly with a painful face.

The blood mist trapped in the house surged out of the breached, and before the blood mist could pour out, a figure took the lead in rushing out of the big hole in the wooden wall, not giving Hu Yan a chance to breathe at all, and punched Hu Yan in the abdomen, Hu Yan's hand that did not hold the scimitar jumped violently, his eyes were full of anger and a trace of deep regret, his left hand blocked the punch that came to him, and the scimitar in his right hand stabbed Shen Lin in the eye fiercely! Just when Shen Lin instinctively felt the danger and wanted to retreat, Hu Yan blocked Shen Lin's hand and grabbed the small hand that was retracted, so that Shen Lin didn't even have a chance to hide! Hu Yan shouted angrily: "You really make me angry!"

Shen Lin's empty left hand hurriedly blocked in front of him, the tip of the knife was no longer like before, only leaving a white mark on the hand, directly piercing the skin through the flesh, the tip of the knife easily passed through the palm of the hand, until the blade was stuck in the bone of the hand before it stopped advancing, and the tip of the knife stopped at a place less than half an inch from the eyes! After all, this time was not like the previous hasty swing of the knife, but this time it was a full stab down, no matter how Shen Lin's real refining level was only skin training.

'Tick' wisps of warm and bright red blood flowed down the cold blade of the knife, converging on the tip of the knife, and finally turned into drops mixed with cold blood beads dripping down to the big blood-red eyes close at hand under the tip of the knife.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, the bloodthirsty and irritable Shen Lin quieted down, and even saw the gray pupils under the blood red in his eyes, and the blood mist floating everywhere was also static for a moment, but the next moment, the blood mist that had no purpose drifting away with the wind actually rioted and surged in the direction of Shen Lin.

And the riots were not only near Shen Lin, but also in the mountains......

The place where Shen Yun was seen in the morning was also the invisible boundary that neither the beast nor the monster could cross in the mountain, the white fox in the white light suddenly stumbled under his feet, and stopped suddenly, the light red vertical pupils revealed a ray of anxiety humanely, and the front paws lightly slashed the ground; 。

Foxes and psychic beasts with their eyes can see ghosts, and can often see things that people can't see with the naked eye. In the eyes of the white fox, the dim night is extremely beautiful, countless dark red fireflies fly from the deep mountains, and the dense concentration is not even visible in the sky, as if there is an illusion of day and night reversed. And if you look closely, you will find that those fireflies are clearly countless balls of pure blood and qi essence! The largest is the size of a soybean, and the smallest is the size of a sesame seed.

And the white fox itself is shrouded in a layer of crimson and bright veil, like a streamer wrapped around its body, like the ethereal spirit of the fairy above the nine heavens, far away from the mortal dust. But the white fox became even more anxious, and the anxious color in his eyes was as thick as water, as if it was about to flow out. Finally, he made up his mind, and looked firmly at the tide of beasts that could see no end in sight.

'Whoa~~~' The loud but crisp beast groan resounded through the mountains and forests, and under the majestic voice of the white fox, the beast that rushed to the front obviously paused, and the fear that had just been aroused was instantly swallowed by the bloodthirsty nature. The demonic beasts with distant territories rushed behind, and there were several voices comparable to the roar of the white fox coming from the back of the beast tide!

Even the villages below the mountain can hear this loud beast roar, and the adults are optimistic about their children and do not let them go out, and then there is a sound of horses' hooves like war horses galloping on the battlefield, and even the ground is shaken, and some women are even frightened to the ground, and the man hugs the woman tightly and keeps comforting: "It's okay, it's okay." But I was already scared in my heart. Only the old people in the village knelt down in the direction of the deep mountain with a calm expression, chanting words in their mouths, as if they were praying for something.

The petite white fox rushed straight to the beast tide that could not be seen, and no beast could stand anywhere it passed, all of them were scratched deep claw marks on their legs, but there was no fatal injury, only to see a fox with red and white hair jumping up and down in the beast tide smartly, just passing by, the beasts fell to the ground in pain and couldn't stand up, and couldn't see the movements of the white fox at all, only to see a red and white light and shadow playing in the beast tide, yes! Because no beast can touch a single hair on the white fox's body, even the blood on the snow-white hair is because the beast tide is too dense, and it is not easy to avoid the attacks of countless demonic beasts, so how can he have the leisure to avoid the splashing blood.

The white fox, who was comfortable in the beast tide, could not see a trace of pride in his achievements in his eyes, and some were only embarrassed and anxious. Even if you can kill, you can't waste your physical strength on these little beasts, because the real problem is on the monsters that have not yet arrived in the rear, and it is tantamount to a big joke to want to defeat thousands of monsters with the strength of one beast......