He no longer hesitated in the direction he rushed out, and the straight figure launched a frontal attack in front of the other party, the man's heart trembled, only to feel that Chen Qing in front of him became faint, and then a terrifying force descended from the sky.

That power fell in front of him, turning everything except Chen Qing into powder.

And in that dust, Chen Qing's condition was not much better.

The skin on his body was torn and cracked, and countless wounds that had cracked along the texture of the muscles took up the skin, and he fell to his knees, and the palms of his hands that were propped up on the ground had become bloody.

Chen Qing raised his head, but found that the man in front of him was also stunned and surprised on his face.

But in the next moment, the man's face was filled with surprise, and he turned his head to look at the area where the girl was.

She tilted her head and stretched out a finger in the direction where Chen Qing was, blood kept dripping from her hands, but the blood was as black as oil.

The liquid dripped to the ground, and wisps of dark smoke rose from the ground.

And the reason for all this is just everything caused by the purple clay pot with a broken spout in her arms.

The broken mouth of the purple clay pot pierced the girl's chest, and wisps of bright red liquid became pitch black and thick after entering the purple clay pot, and then continued to flow backwards from the mouth of the pot.

Her face turned pale, and just as her fingers were about to press down in the air, the member of the Dao Court behind her also launched an attack.

Hundreds of strands of hair flew forward on his head, and the strands of hair reflected a dazzling light like a steel chisel, and the strands of hair were sharp and piercing in the air.

The girl couldn't dodge, her neck was still stopped in the arms of the other party, how could she dodge, and under her wail, hundreds of blood holes appeared.

At the same time, as the girl was hit hard, the intangible cultural heritage she controlled was also out of control at this moment.

"!" Chen Qing roared angrily, the pressure on his body was emptied in an instant, he did not hesitate, and his body continued to move in an instant.

The wooden thorn slashed towards the man's shoulder, and the member of the Dao Court in the distance began to read something in his mouth.

"The Tao is the Tao, the very Tao."

He whispered, sideburns and beard began to lengthen, his stiff body began to soften, his fingers pinched in his hands, and tiny roundworms twisted and wildly swam through his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, grinning teeth stained with tiny white motes.

At that moment, as his words fell, a terrifying explosion spread across the ground, leveling the locusts beneath his feet, leaving a half-meter-deep hole in the ground.

However, outside the square area, Chen Qing and the man's figure had no impact at all.

This is a C-level intangible cultural heritage. Under the influence of no other intangible objects of the same level, or suitable means of containment, His existence is supreme.

The wooden thorn in Chen Qing's hand was used as a dagger at this moment to continuously stab into the man's body, and the dodge ability brought by the extreme speed made him comfortable in this hand-to-hand combat, and it was true that the opponent's recovery effect was extremely fast.

But judging from the bright red bloodshot that kept rising up in his eyes, it seemed that his recovery was about to come to an end.

In the next moment, when the wooden thorn in Chen Qing's hand entered the other party's body again, just as he wanted to withdraw and leave again as before, he felt a huge resistance coming from his hand.

Chen Qing let out a soft "eh", his surprised gaze fell on his hand at this moment, he watched the wooden thorn in his hand be restrained by the muscles on the human shoulder, and the muscles that had developed to the limit tensed in an instant, clamping the foreign body in the muscle.

Chen Qing was a little stunned, he raised his head, and the man's eyes were already filled with scarlet bloodshots.

He raised his head, the ring on his fingertips glowed violently, and then, Chen Qinggang's healed body cracked again, blood oozed from his ears due to high pressure, and his throat lost his voice due to air pressure, he tried to wail, but the pressure from his body made his limbs rugged and twisted, and the broken bone spurs pierced the muscles and flesh, making his limbs gradually lose their vitality.

He looked at the person in front of him, even though his eyes had become sleepy, Chen Qing could still see something from his body.

He began to stiffen, the bones of his body began to bulge visibly, and his head grew a little larger.

He stretched out his arms forward, and it was hard to imagine that these thin arms had evolved from those appearances.

He pointed at Chen Qing, and his coherent words turned into a word-by-word mutter: "Kill him...... Hurry up ......"

But his voice spread here, but no one responded, in that 7*7 isolated world, the figure of the Dao Court was broken, he collapsed to the ground, the wounds on his body were crawling with countless fine roundworms, and in his abdomen, among the most serious wounds, there was a thumb-thick longhorn larva curled up there, fixed by countless pipes and tissues connected to flesh and blood.

It struggled to lift its head, but it didn't seem to be able to make even this simple movement.

In front of him, the young woman's body was no better, her body was covered with a thick layer of paper, and the paper seemed to be merging into her body at the moment, her face was already furrowed, and her arms were flattened.

She looked at the man in front of her, and her voice was a little cold: "You actually practiced Jindan!" ”

"Dao Fei Dao......" He listened to the woman's voice, and the veins in his body squeezed out a little strength again.

If someone could use the single eye on Chen Qing's forehead to see it, they could find that there was a complete meridian diagram in his body at this moment, and that meridian diagram was emitting a faint light.

If you look closely, you can see that the light is coming from some small moths in the vein.

The insects were only half a millimeter in size, but they were piled up in terrifying numbers. It fills every vein of this Dao court member.

He stood up, his face pale, and heard the woman in front of him speak again: "You...... Train to the Seven Seas! Plant the golden pill! You're going to blow yourself up here?! ”

She gritted her teeth and smiled when she saw the man: "It can be strong by someone, but not to the extent that a child holds a nuclear bomb in his hand......"

He whispered, took out a handful of floating dust out of nowhere in his hand, he staggered it in his hand, and then waved it violently, and after the dust swept towards the other party's body, the dust turned bright red all over.

He shook the weapon in his hand, and the girl realized that most of her chest had been eaten by the dust after seeing the dust change color.

She was pale, but not from her injuries.

She looked at the dense mass of tiny insects hanging from her chest, and her heart felt even more disgusted.

"The world says Charism is crazy...... I don't think the charismatic religion is half as good as your court. ”

She grinned wickedly, took a knife from her pocket, and pulled the insect off the wound.

"No one in the world is crazy, but it is just the talk of the confused." The man smiled, and seemed to be able to speak a little smoother.

The floating dust in his hand slowly faded in blood, and it turned out that there were upside-down termite insects hanging on each of the floating dust silk threads, which took the flesh and fed it to the huge longhorn larvae in their wombs.

The girl didn't pay attention to it anymore, although she had a lot of non-cultural objects on her body, but in the face of the people of the Dao Court, it was obviously not an advantage to pull into the melee range.

She turned the head of the spear, and the teapot in her sleeve poured half a pot of thick ink blood, and a repulsive force falling from the sky took over the suppression of the mind of the man in the Alliance, and firmly pressed Chen Qing's body to the ground.

He wailed, but the blood gushing from his throat blocked the transmission of his voice, and he was silent, feeling the mourning coming from all over his body.

"Look~ I said it. Your power can't save anyone. ”

Jiang Wan squatted beside him, squatting in the position where his gaze was facing, blocking his vision, although he was smiling, his expression was also serious.

"Swallow it. Swallow it and I'll save you. ”

She continued, her fingertips touching Chen Qing's throat.

But at this moment, she disappeared, and Chen Qing's eyes turned into endless darkness.

His consciousness slowed in the darkness, as if time had been extended indefinitely.

From one thought per second, to one thought in tens of thousands of seconds. And all of this happened in an instant.

His mind became extremely slow, he looked at the endless darkness, and the thoughts in his mind were removed little by little, little by little.

So much so that in the end, he can only remember who he is.

So much so that in the end, he couldn't even remember who he was.

So much so that he has forgotten what is the last, forgetting the concept of time and the world.

He died, and under the weight of that weight, his body turned into a pink flesh slurry.

The delicacy of his body far exceeds that of every wall breaker in the world.

He died, and like everyone in the world, they will die.

They all died, after losing the so-called protagonist in the Backrooms.

Yes, Chen Qing and Jiang Wan are dead. It seems that this is the end of everything.

But the story doesn't stop with the departure of the two men, and the strife between people, the most sinister greed and lust, still exists in every corner.

Look at the backroom, the intrigue between the three of them has not stopped at all.

After Chen Qing's death, after the "Divine Charity Cult" withdrew, the remaining three broke out into an even stronger war.

The original fragile two-on-two alliance was quietly shattered, and those who formed the alliance did not dare to go all out, but those who were alone could do their best.

They were both afraid of each other's backstabs, and they were both afraid of the adverse consequences of a short-term alliance.

They fought, blood permeating every inch of the land.

The three men stood in the square of the tulou, their bodies covered with scars that had penetrated deep into the bones, their faces were pale, and the three men only repaired for a moment before they started again.