Step by step on the soft sand, there was a rustling sound.

The Adept sensed that his place had been reached.

He stretched out his arms and emitted the spiritual power from his whole body, and began to sense.

The whining wind was still blowing, but there was a strange sound of doubt in the stomach of the Adept.

Why is it blood-red in all directions?

It's not something that the mind can feel, it's definitely something that makes it.

But because he had just cut off his head, he could only rely on the feeling of spiritual power now.

As for being like the boss, you can't do it yet.

The Adeptus was puzzled, and at the same time groped his hands and walked on foot.

But after walking for a long time, there was no result.

The Adept was even more puzzled, and had to take his thoughts back.

Everything was normal, and there was no unexpected retraction of thoughts.

It's just that after changing from a saccade view with no dead angles to a forward view, something feels wrong.

This spiritual power was used too quickly, how could it be used as soon as it was used.

Originally, at the level of his basic second-order early invincible, at least after hitting the ability.

The supernatural no longer dares to use his abilities casually, so he has to resist with his physical body.

After taking two more steps, I felt weak all over.

He paused, turned and walked back without hesitation.

There must be a problem here, report it when you get back.

Thinking to himself, his steps grew faster and faster, and he became more and more panicked.

The color of uneasiness hangs on the face.

Even because the fear in his heart was too deep, he even subconsciously ignored the objects in his perspective in a panic.

This caused him to hit something all at once, and it made a thud.

The thing didn't move, but he was shocked back five or six steps and sat down on the ground.

The originally indestructible body has been eroded by the blood-red space, and now it is no different from ordinary people.

This full force of the collision, in the slamming of the shock sitting on the ground, did not react for a long time.

By the time the pain nerves began to warn, he reacted too late.

I only felt that my chest cavity was trampled on by a powerful big foot, and I let myself lie on the ground fiercely.

Due to the subconscious action of protecting the body when he sat down just now, his two arms were still supporting the ground behind him.

As a result, the powerful foot was stepped on, and both arms had to let out a wail, and then they were trampled on the ground by the great force, but they were bent irregularly.

He wanted to cry out loud, but as soon as the voice in his stomach came out, it disappeared into the blood-red realm.

He struggled in horror, his hands flapping weakly on the ground, making a thumping sound.

Both legs were struggling to support themselves on the ground.

The owner of the foot fulfilled his dream of survival and gently lifted the foot up.

He was excited and wanted to cry, and he wanted to get up as soon as he rolled.

During this period of several years of casual cultivation in the rivers and lakes, he was also very experienced in putting his legs away.

But the expected torture did not come, and the big foot did not crush his knee.

He succeeded in doing so, dragging his two irregularly bent arms and sitting up.

He twisted with the strength of his waist, and his upper body flew up more than two meters high like a wire nail that had been freed from its restraints.

Spin and float, falling headfirst to the ground.

"My legs."

The moment he landed, the Adeptus let out one last howl that only he could hear.

He could clearly feel that when he flew into the sky, his lower body was empty.

It felt like I had made a cut in half for myself.

Lying on the cold ground, his breathing was as heavy as a cow.

At the same time, I can clearly feel my internal organs, and the seven aunts and eight aunts are constantly flowing from their bodies to the sand at the speed of the murderer who fled the scene.

He slowly let go of his clenched fist, not wanting to die too painfully.

"Jianghu, never again."

This is his last note.

Five minutes later, the blood-red realm slowly dissipated.

Sweating profusely, Li Wuya looked up from the sand next to the corpse.

"Brother, are you okay?"

Long Yunbiao, who was two and a half heads taller than his brother, squatted on the ground with a concerned face.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that the space for field expansion is too small, so I have to support it all the time, and I can't be too far away from him and force it out."

Long Yunbiao gritted his teeth and giggled.

"Stop, stop, don't laugh."

"Your task now is to squat on the hillside, and when there is chaos below, and if someone runs to the top, you will tear them up one by one."

Li Wuya sorted out his combat uniform and explained.

"Oh."

Long Yunbiao agreed softly and squatted there obediently.

Li Wuya saw that there was no problem, and his whole body was flooded with a burst of spiritual power again.

After a flash of brilliance, he took the form of an Aderic with only one imprint left on the ground.

In my heart, I solemnly praised the Wanjie Statistician.

The footsteps did not stop, and they walked back without distinguishing from when they came.

Everything was successful.

It's just that when I came back, the two supernatural people around me were awakened by myself and were a little unhappy.

But after patting the crotch of my pants, the problem was solved.

The sober wind in the world is still blowing, and the two groups of people are seamlessly together.

One hour and two hours.

In the quiet, through one crisis after another.

Half an hour later, the Stranger on Li Wuya's left fell to the ground.

But soon, he got back up.

It's just that if you don't look closely, you will definitely not feel the silent rise at the corner of his mouth.

An hour later, the man on the right also fell to the ground.

By the time he squatted again, his body had inexplicably gained weight twice.

If you have good ears, you can hear his whispered words.

"This decomposition works."

Another half hour passed to clear the traces, and these two hours were not in vain.

Looking at the black foam on the ground, some people laughed.

There was just no sound, a low trembling.

Maybe it was when they hooked things up, and then there was the current jitter.

According to their own speculation, it should be the original trip to Ghoul Mountain.

That time he walked away with a hoarse voice, and that time he cut off his head eye-catchingly.

He deceived everyone several times, and led everyone to the pursuit of the Netherworld.

Now the cycle is back, just for the present.

You're weird, right, I'll use weirdness to deal with weirdness.

Aren't you killing people without seeing blood? I'll let the blood fall on your face, and I can't see you.

The stars on the horizon are gradually becoming clearer, and the sun and moon are about to alternate again.

At this moment, a figure crouching on the ground suddenly stood up.

"Enemy attack."

With a slap down, almost all of the Adepts who were squatting on the ground stood up.

Even those who were slower to react rose in the second wave.

"Prepare your weapons."

A headless man yelled.

The Adepts nodded hastily and drew their weapons from all over their clothes, regardless of the image.

And in such a hectic noise, the headless man who had just reminded everyone to take their weapons fell to the ground.

It looked like he was definitely attacked by some inexplicable force, and he flew out a few meters away and was thrown high, smashed to the ground, and jumped up and down a few times because of the rebound force.

This stimulation is too great, the one without a head is better, and the one with a head is a novice who has not opened the package.

The cooperation of new people and old people has created this chaotic situation.

Some ran up the hillside, wanting to occupy the commanding heights, and it was more convenient to strike at the enemy for a while.

Some rushed to the sentry position, trying to escape from this area covered in fire first, and turned their heads to counterattack.

Their ideas are good, but for the real battlefield, it is definitely professional and unrealistic.

Believe it or not, look at the seven or eight headless men, the commander's cronies.

They are now leaning on each other.

It kept spinning, leaving the maximum perspective for us, and at the same time retreating from the spot as quickly as possible.

The cooperation and combat handed down by the ancestors are played clearly.

Look at these people, for the newbie, they don't feel the importance of the group at all.

And then some headless man who fell to the ground and pretended to be dead thought.

He watched as the headless men almost disappeared from his field of vision before he turned over and sat up.

"The net is closed, pay attention to Zhang Zhiye."