Chapter Ninety-Eight: Beaten to Death
"What kind of terrible monsters have been born in this Plastic Beast Mountain Range. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"
Chen Xun smiled bitterly and said secretly in his heart. "Monsters of this level are not even common in the outside Spell Realm Heaven and Earth, so it is possible that they will appear one after another in this small mountain range. ”
"Not to mention the Jade Renjie, Mu Eleven, Lin Yuqing and the like, and even the second-level Fengmi and Wen Wanwei are not simple people, this plastic beast mountain range is simply a treasure land of earth spirits, if these people have an opportunity, they can all start a sect in the outside world and achieve a lot of careers. ”
Chen Xun was dumbfounded.
In his previous life, although he was a strong man who came out of the Plastic Beast Mountain Range, he didn't know many things.
At that time, he fled from the southwest mine of the Plastic Beast Mountain Range early, and did not return until a few years ago, at that time, the three major clans no longer existed, the Yu clan was destroyed, the Mu clan was ruined, and their Xichen clan had already been wiped out.
At that time, the entire Plastic Beast Mountain Range was like a wasteland.
As if ploughed by a natural disaster, most of the city was shattered and shattered, as if the entire people of the Plastic Beast Mountain Range had been swept into an unknown terrible bloody slaughterhouse, and even the roads in the streets and the remote wilderness were bloody stumps.
The number of people who died in the melee was too large to count.
The second-order powerhouses are almost dead, and the third-order powerhouses are even more nowhere to be seen, and in the later Plastic Beast Mountain Range, only some first-order spell masters and some ordinary people live, surviving in this area, it is estimated that this tragic situation will not be able to recover for hundreds of years.
Thinking about it at this time, Chen Xun already had a guess in his heart.
It should be that Yu Renjie's metamorphosis ~ has been planning for a long time, and he launched this "Poison Mist Valley Killing Game" with anthropomorphic souls as a prize, so that most of the powerhouses in the Plastic Beast Mountain Range died meaninglessly in the battle.
And then the Moyu Mountain Ruins Incident.
The dispute between all the strong broke out completely, and the legacy of the Ancient Immortal Sect from tens of thousands of years ago was too tempting, if it didn't appear in a remote realm like the Plastic Beast Mountain Range, and even many famous powerhouses in the spell realm, and even close to the peak of existence, they would all come to fight.
However, even if the news was so closed, it was only the participation of the strong people inside the Plastic Beast Mountain Range, which also caused the Plastic Mountain City and even some remote clan towns to be slaughtered by the crazy powerhouses, and also caused the entire mountain range to completely wither.
Therefore, in his previous life, Chen Xun had never heard of so many such talented and talented powerhouses in this plastic beast mountain range.
Because they probably all died in the Valley of the Poison Mist, or in the battle for the ancient ruins that followed.
And then in the entire Plastic Beast Mountain Range, only one curtain eleven came out later, but only one of the many strong people who survived the curtain eleven was enough to set off a bloody storm in the outside world, and was known as the "South China Sea Human Demon" in the outside world.
Brush Lala.
From afar, Chen Xun heard Li Yingmo's blood churning like an endless river in his body, and the sound of his heart beating "thump" in the air.
Not to mention this shocking spiritual pressure, the momentum alone is already unable to raise any combat power.
"Monster!!!" The entire body of the mantis of the anthropomorphic soul felt as if it was being pressed down, the limbs of the mantis were hanging down, and the voice was trembling with fright, obviously facing such Li Yingmo that he couldn't raise any fighting spirit at all.
"It's been a long time since I've used my full strength. Li Yingmo's face was relaxed, and he twisted his neck with a click, "You must know that I am in this state, but I am quite boring, because almost everyone will be knocked down and killed by me with one punch, yes, it is a punch to death." ”
Li Yingmo said this, showing a lonely look, and smiled unexpectedly, his face was strange, as if he remembered something, and his tone gradually became a little complicated, and even some look of awe and admiration.
"Of course, even if it's like this, I can't block that monster's punch, and he is a hundred times stronger than me, so I have been dodging in the Jade Clan for decades, practicing my skills, just to not be embarrassed to lose in front of that person. ”
"But it's a little regrettable, he was a few days ago... He's dead. ”
Just finished speaking.
Boom.
The rock under Li Yingmo's feet exploded, and he disappeared in place at a terrifying straight-line speed.
However, the anthropomorphic soul also reacted quickly, and quickly used the mimic to turn into black muddy water, although he couldn't see Li Yingmo's speed clearly, but he knew that it would not be wrong to turn into silt to resist the attack.
Syllable...
It's like the sound of slurry.
Li Yingmo punched this piece of silt, and the anthropomorphic soul was instantly deformed.
The whole pile of gray-black silt was beaten to the ground like tissue paper, and it was just about to squirm and return to shape like jelly, but then, Li Yingmo bent down and lowered his head, with a simple smile on his face like an old man, and his fists kept agitating and alternating!!
Bang bang bang!!!
The ground was constantly accompanied by the sound of thunder shaking the eardrums~ The piece was broken, and the mud that was beaten into tissue paper in the middle of the ruins was trembling and trembling, and he couldn't say anything.
Immediately afterwards, the black mud that had been beaten into dough by Li Yingmo was skillfully picked up, turned over with a casserole-sized fist, then kneaded into a ball, placed on the ground, and waved his fists again.
Obviously, this Li Yingmo was born in a farming family since childhood.
I am very familiar with this "rice cake" thing, at this time, I constantly beat this black mud into tissue paper and then beat it on the opposite side, kneaded ~ kneaded into a ball and beat it again, as a rice cake, constantly turning it over with a fist, kneading ~ kneading and beating, which can be described as a thousand tempers, so that the anthropomorphic soul is beaten so that it has no time to resist.
"Pressed to the ground and beaten again? There are some familiar scenes, but this time no one should save him. ”
Chen Xun spat blood mixed with internal organs, looking not far from death, his face began to pale and tremble because of a large amount of blood loss, but he was still watching in troubled waters, and smiled.
"This anthropomorphic soul has not learned a lesson, and dares to provoke this inhuman-like monster, thinking that it is invincible in the world, it is really a little cute, since I saw it, I found that it has been soaring under the road of death, and it can't even pull it, but now, it is obviously close to the end of this road. ”
Sure enough, as Chen Xun expected.
No one saved this anthropomorphic soul at all this time.
Although turning into mud can withstand most of the physical damage, it must still have limitations, and at this time, in the face of this thug-like terrible fist, the anthropomorphic soul is even blurred, and he can't even speak.
Brush pull.
Li Yingmo slapped the original lump of black mud more than three meters wide on the opposite side and overlapped.
Finally, it was beaten into a palm-sized rice cake, and then placed on the palm for a while, and countless flesh and blood bones gradually condensed, and finally turned into a ball of blood red, which was a piece of flesh and blood crystal.