"Did I let you speak, kid?" The blue-haired young man was about to explode, and on one side was the blonde and blue-eyed man, who had already raised his palm high, when a thick layer of ice formed on his left palm, and the force of the palm falling from his palm was like a whirlwind.

It was shot down with a "pop", and the ground around 100 meters was surrounded by a circular cave, and the young man's blue hair was instantly shattered by ice cubes, and sharp ice cubes danced neatly on the ground.

It took three seconds for the power to dissipate, and the ice flakes dancing in the air hit the ground. With a cacophony, there was nothing but blood under Brand's feet.

"Oh my God, he can't stand it," said the blond man, clapping his hands and splattering blood on his face. The two masters who were walking beside him stepped aside, and a serious passer-by walked in.

Click.

The blonde looked at the passer-by a little strangely, the strange appearance made him frown, but looking at him, the blonde suddenly smiled.

"I like you, little brother, when can we play together," said the other masters, who were all far away, looking at the blonde with a strange look. What do you think of such a passer? He swallowed what was in his mouth. He looked at the blonde more closely. His body bent slightly, and suddenly straightened.

The passer-by looked like an old nobleman, his palms were crookedly tugging at his hair, his long silver-white hair was covered with scars, and he had a somewhat strange back-combed hair. The forked and thick tongue contracted, the protruding bone spur palm turned back into a human form, and finally the whole body turned into a complete circle, and finally returned to the time when Ouyang Dao first saw the old man.

"It's a pleasure to be friends with you, blonde" The passerby's behavior shocked the others, and the blonde didn't seem surprised. He just put a smile on the shoulders of passers-by, and then he let out a burst of laughter.

"If we are together, you will have me, and I will have you!" Passers-by and blonde people laughed as they walked, followed by two masters with strange expressions on their faces. How did these two guys become friends?

At this time, John · Terry had regained consciousness, and he was staring at him with his fierce eyes. A River of Blood, by John An elusive line was drawn between Terry's left eye and Ouyang Dao's.

This feature is a new application discovered by Ouyang Dao, which does not require others to move their eyes to achieve a therapeutic effect. Although the processing speed is much slower, it can effectively avoid the influence of the one-in-one technology on the master.

"You're awake, John Master Terry" Ouyang Dao looked at each other, John · Terry sat up abruptly and respectfully. "Thank you... God, "What?" Ouyang Dao's eyes blinked. What had he just heard? The self-righteous hunter called him a god? Terry was embarrassed by Ouyang Dao's unexpected expression, and the hundred-year-old man quietly turned his head and stared at the sun. "You're welcome, my guard," Ouyang Dao whispered, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ouyang Dao breathed a sigh of relief quietly, because Terry didn't mean to refute him. He took a risk, and if he wasn't so willing to follow his lead, things would get awkward. But as long as you follow the instructions, and now that the instability is reduced by one, my plans can be changed temporarily.

Ouyang Dao was also anxious to establish an organization for his use, and in this relatively stable social environment, the only way to obtain a large number of corpses was to create large-scale sacrifices to attract evil gods.

Let's assume he came here for a walk and he picked up some of the best corpses of the high-end fish-man bloodline. In fact, there is an evil god on this continent, much like Cthulhu, who controls the realm of fish and dreams, although few seem to have studied the tentacles.

I remember summoning this evil god, it seemed that it was necessary to artificially turn three people into fishmen, and the greater the change, the stronger the magic of the fishmen...

Thinking of this, Ouyang Dao suddenly shook his head, he didn't want to summon any evil gods, so that he would become a cult. After all, fate involves professionals, and the bluntness of fate will expose you, no matter how smart you are. I don't want to live in a world where everyone wants to fight. There are too many cult problems. Being the leader of a team is more suitable for me.

There are no cults, and the only way to get the corpse is through legal trading, which requires an organization to serve me, both to fund the purchase of the corpse and to collect information about the grave. As Ouyang Dao's thoughts became farther and farther away, John · Terry's message sends him back to reality.

"I found a phalanx in their warehouse, surrounded by bloody corpses, and when I arrived, they were installing a strange device that looked a bit like a projector?"

Ouyang Dao thought that the light and shadow projector was a bit like a telegraph, allowing light to travel along the ground and transmit information in a way that he couldn't understand.

John · Terry was silent, his age at death was a new question. John · Terry didn't know much about the machine, he just instinctively imagined it as a projection of light. Howard, who had arrived from afar, suddenly heard John J. Terry's message frowned.

"Speaking of light and shadow projectors, I am reminded of a case in the past, where a group of projector workers, under the spell of an evil god, used the projector to draw a circle of spells in various parts of the city to worship the evil god," Ouyang Dao said, "Has the phalanx succeeded?" He asked.

"Is there really an evil God who has been pulled down?"

"If Poseidon had the same idea, what level of evil projection would be summoned on the other side? Ouyang Dao was impatient, but Howard shook his head and smiled.

"In the end, only a group of first-class demons were summoned. After all, the method of formation is incomplete, the core image of the evil god is not drawn, and the position is too low. ”

"The main reason is that the formation in the sky is too hidden, and I led my team to search for a month before finding it"? Ouyang Dao thought for a while and smiled.

The evil gods of this world are very special, they need more sacrifices than the good gods, especially when the core sacrifice pattern can't be taken off by a single hair, otherwise don't say it's a sacrifice, and it's a good mood today if you don't punish the gods.

In other words, the motifs of the god Zheng tend to be simple, the pattern of the god of the gods is just a cross with the sun, the elements of the dragon god only need to carve a pair of huge wings, and the god Zheng is the most complex goddess hunting, in addition to the bow, there are also the marks of the dragon. Ouyang Dao was taken aback by this idea. He seems to have discovered an interesting fact.