Chapter Eighty-Seven: Waiting for Me to Kill You
Brush!
The anthropomorphic soul finally took off all its disguises, and its figure suddenly flickered, and suddenly turned into an afterimage and joined the ranks of Li Yingmo's hunting. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 From time to time, he killed some second-order powerhouses who fled everywhere along the way, and occasionally turned into a black mist body, devouring some corpses.
The scene became more and more screaming.
"Oh, this spirit creature is worthy of being the rarest spirit creature--- spirit ghost, even know how to blend into the crowd to sow discord? want to use them to kill me? But I am not other third-order, I can use numbers to encircle and suppress, as long as I don't break through my defenses, numbers are useless to me. ”
Giggle.
Li Yingmo twisted the neck of a second-order spell master of the Yu clan in his hand, then turned his head, looked at the killing on the side of the anthropomorphic soul, and smiled cruelly: "Eat, eat, you have to eat more and grow into a third-order, so that I can kill you and turn the spell into your body." ”
In the past ten days, while the strong men have been killing, they have deliberately not destroyed the corpses.
Naturally, let the anthropomorphic soul devour it and let it grow, because everyone knows that once this anthropomorphic soul enters the third order, it will be able to make people turn into a spell into the body. And here, the killing game in Poison Mist Valley will enter its final stage.
Brush!!
Suddenly, a seeping cold light appeared in front of Li Yingmo's body in an instant, and at an extremely stunning angle, a sharp blade was piercing his eyes in a completely distorted way!
And Li Yingmo was killing at this time, he didn't expect someone to attack suddenly, and he didn't have any defense, and he couldn't dodge it for a moment, just waiting to instinctively close his eyes.
Bang!!
The blade pierced Li Yingmo's eyelids, and it made a metallic sonorous sound, but it only slightly blocked the momentum, and then the blade went deep again, piercing into his eyeballs.
Yes!!!
Li Yingmo stood in place and screamed loudly, and then the big fist of the casserole waved in front of the thin figure!
Boom!
Bongmi's body was suddenly knocked out of the translucent camouflage color, sprinkling a large ~ piece of dark red blood in the air, and then his body fell backwards due to the huge momentum.
"It's a pity, it almost stuck in the brain. Feng Mi stood in the open space in the distance with a pale face, and couldn't help but sigh. This was a fatal blow that he had exhausted countless patience and painstakingly ambushed and followed for three days before launching it, and it turned out to be just one eye for him.
"Where is the ant, the second-order peak can also hurt me?" Li Yingmo shouted angrily, obviously since he entered the Poisonous Mist Valley to kill people, he had been absolutely crushing the strength of the third-order peak, but it was the first time that someone could hurt him.
"Ants? maybe. ”
Feng Mi looked at Li Yingmo, who had a violent face, and spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground from afar.
However, the middle-aged man's face was still indifferent: "But sometimes, the boundary between class and strength is so weak, and sometimes even a tiger will be inadvertently killed by a weak poisonous insect." ”
"The next time we meet, even if I don't stick to my brain, it will be your other eye. Then, live in fear and wait for me to kill you. With that, the silent figure of Feng Mi turned and blurred again, and finally disappeared.
"This guy !!"
"I must beat him to death!!" Li Yingmo said fiercely, he was half-kneeling and bent over, covering a blind one-eye with one hand, his hands were full of blood flowing from his eye sockets, and his heart was filled with anger.
Then there was a moment of silence.
Suddenly looking up, he found that the anthropomorphic soul was chasing several fugitives and walking towards the depths of the Poisonous Mist Valley.
"There is a Jedi in the Valley of Poisonous Mist, there is a pool of yin fire and poison, and the concentration of white mist in the air alone is enough to poison a strong man to death, and even I can't stay long. The anthropomorphic soul is chasing after you, should I go with it?"
Li Yingmo showed a thoughtful look, obviously considering and weighing.
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Yin fire poison pool.
As Chen Xun expected, more than ten days have passed, and the outside has entered the most intense period. However, Chen Xun still had an attitude of not caring about himself, and he still cultivated with peace of mind when he killed to such an extent in the outside world.
Chen Xun has no interest in killing.
Naturally, he would not like Li Yingmo, Yu Renjie and others to take killing as a hobby, or rather, Chen Xun didn't like to kill people in the first place, and the mountains of corpses and blood under his feet were mostly forced to do so.
Poof.
Bubbles are boiling in the green pools.
Chen Xun was still half-floating on the water of the pool at this time, his naked ~ naked ~ slender body slightly closed his eyes, his bronze complexion was already rotting in the boiling poisonous water, and patches of gray corpse spots even rose all over his body.
But at this time, his cultivation was already a second-order high-level.
"After continuously forging my body day and night, sacrificing hundreds of lives and consuming fourteen days, I finally stepped into the first order again. ”
Chen Xun's eyes widened slightly, and his voice was slightly serious: "It's just getting slower and slower, my body seems to be gradually becoming resistant, and if you don't want to follow the rules of cultivation, you must find an even more terrifying Fire Vein Jedi." ”
Chen Xun has now stepped into the third order, but he is still in retreat, consolidating his cultivation.
In his eyes, the so-called conspiracy of Jade Renjie is not important, and the terrifying supernatural power of the "anthropomorphic soul" is not so rare for him, because he knows that his own strength is the most important.
"Seven minutes and thirty-seven seconds. ”
Chen Xunliu's face became more and more hideous in the poison pool, obviously this severe pain is not something that can be adapted to after a long time, and suddenly said silently in his heart, "I can't hold on anymore, I must climb out of this pool of water as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to die again." ”
His string of death anguish was not for nothing.
Chen Xun used the most cruel way that others had never dared to use to forge his body to advance, and naturally obtained far more than others, even if his body at this time was not transformed into a spell into the body to defend the supernatural power, but the flesh ~ body was constantly being reborn from death, becoming more and more refined and strong.
Brush Lala....
Chen Xun dripped the water in the pool, crawling out of the edge of the pool with trembling arms, but his whole body was still convulsing violently~ twitching, and he couldn't lift a trace of strength around his body, obviously the huge pain had paralyzed the nerves all over his body.
Stomp on!!
Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps.
Immediately afterwards, several men walked in the hazy white mist, they appeared on the edge of the poison pool, their faces were pale, the corners of their eyes and nose were slightly bleeding, obviously they couldn't bear the poisonous mist, but they still escaped in, they were the people who had been chased and killed by the anthropomorphic soul before.
It's just that they suddenly stopped in a panic. stared blankly at the dead corpse in front of him, crawling slowly out of the poison pool, and the corpse spots all over his body were rotting, and then looked at each other, stunned in fright.
Immediately after, they all burst out with a loud voice that was enough to blur away the surrounding white fog: "Even corpses can crawl !! alive?, how many weird monsters does this poisonous fog valley raise!!"
Chen Xun had just crawled out of the poison pool, and looked at a few people who were trembling with fear from him in the distance, and his heart was cold: "This is trouble." ”