Slaughter and blood are staged every moment of the wilderness, an unknown valley where five human races and hundreds of hundred tribes are fighting together. Wailing, madness, gore, and fear intertwine in the narrow basin. Disability, death, the desire to live, each individual struggles.

Drowning in the sea longs to catch the floating branches, but in despair they find that all around them are raging waves. In the face of life and death, no matter what race it is, it seems insignificant. Blood, Bone, Wing, Stone...... They no longer flaunt their might, they no longer threaten to slaughter the Terrans of the Secret Realm, they are now just a bunch of pitiful creatures who have been terrified. They were hunted down by the Terrans, whom they disparaged as 'blood food', and were in disarray.

They no longer flaunt their courage and glory, which become inconsequential ornaments in the face of the great horror of death. And the fear of punishment from a thousand bloods has also turned into an extreme desire for life in the shadow of death.

To be alive is the only belief of these tribes. They fled in panic, the murderous intent and dead silence in their eyes vanishing without a trace in the blood and wails of their companions.

Escape!

Desperately flee!

"These unplanted miscellaneous pieces!" Seeing the hundreds of tribes fleeing in all directions, Mu Sen scolded. What about your glory, and what about your nobility in your blood? Eaten by the blood of a few lowly people, like a lost dog, I'm when!

You're a slut.

You're a cheap +1.

You're a cheap +2.

You're a +3 cheap.

Looking at the sky, will you scold people?

The quiet night, the noisy valley road, and the Mu Sen who was spurned by everyone. You can't scold people, do you look like you eat a mallet?

"Hmph, I hope that when you meet Lord Thousand Blood, you can still be so rampant!" After all, there were remnants of courage and blood from the hundred clans, and they reprimanded and refuted Mu Sen's words.

Hehe, I like you like this. Here, I'll show you a baby.

"Whoosh!"

In the face of absolute strength, wishful thinking is destined to not last long. Wei Ling's sharp arrow was shot, and the hundred clans fell in response. In the dark night, Wei Ling didn't even see the appearance of this hundred clan, but he didn't need to know, as long as he could kill him.

Mu Sen's Chang'an knife is more skillful, and the long knife is pointed, there is no enemy, and it is simply a fierce brother. Ran goose, he is not happy, what about the fairy sword that he said is fluttering? Now the big knife is getting more and more slippery, what the hell?

Leng Nan Huaiyun hugged Yaoqin, the long wind was howling, the blue waterfall was falling, and it was a sultry heartstring, but it was a deadly soul sound, and many hundreds of tribes fell into madness until the soul returned to the earth.

Wang Jianluo was like a humanoid beast, rampage, his weapons were fists, feet, knees, and teeth, and he used the broken weapons and limbs of many hundred clans to prove the strength of the body refining martial artist.

Li Huairu's long sword is clear, and the clear sword is like the bright moon in the sky, and everyone who is shrouded in brilliance is dead. Oh, the sword fairy you want is fluttering.

Everyone is doing their best, and there is no tolerance and mercy here, only killing and death. Either they die or we live. This is the logic of Mu Sen, and it is also the logic of everyone. They are confident and resolute, and never doubt their own strength and luck.

Oh, except for Kimori, who was very suspicious of his luck. As a child of non-luck, that is, a child of bad luck, he has lost hope in his luck.

No matter how gorgeous the story is, there is a time when the original fierce and noisy fighting gradually subsides, and the night still hangs over the valley, and the breeze blows, carrying a moist mist and a pungent smell of blood.

The entire small basin is full of crooked corpses and many blades that still flicker in the cold light, this is a Shura field, and Mu Sen and the others who are sitting on the boulder gasping are Shura who are in charge of killing.

"Well done. Looking at the pale-faced Wei Ling and the others, Mu Sen chuckled, his voice was very weak, with a thick wheezing sound.

"Why is your face so bad?" Leng Nan Huaiyun said strangely as he looked at Mu Sen. Mu Sen's current state is indeed very poor, his face is extremely pale, and his hands are trembling, as if he is trying his best to suppress something.

"I guess I want to throw up. Li Huairuo glanced at Mu Sen, and then said with a hint of suspicion.

"Isn't it?" Leng Nan Huaiyun's face showed a sense of disbelief. It's not the first time you've seen blood, but is that the case? Besides, didn't you vomit when you killed that group of Leifeng warriors? What kind of plot is it now?

"Fart!Can the master vomit?Will the master be weak?" Mu Sen was very angry, he felt that Leng Nan Huaiyun and Li Huairuo had insulted his personality, he was an iron-clad warrior with an iron will, no matter what wind and rain could not defeat him.

"I tell you ......"

"Wow......"

Turning over the river and the sea, Mu Sen felt that his bile was about to be vomited. Although he had killed the immortals and the human race, it was the first time he had encountered such a purgatory-like scene. And some of the tribes are so disgusting that they can't even watch it.

Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost. Yes, even if we die, we will disgust you.

Well, you guys won.

"Wow......"

What's that, a man won't lose face until he dies.

"I just had a bad stomach at noon......"

Although this explanation is a little pale, but finally find a fig leaf, isn't it? Mu Sen is like a crooked shrimp, and the whole person is about to die. There are a lot of things in this world that can't be shifted by personal will, such as this damn vomit.

"Wow......"

"Such an exaggeration?" Leng Nan Huaiyun looked at Mu Sen and frowned and said, although the current purgatory-like environment made her extremely uncomfortable, but it was not so unbearable.

100,000 Critical Hits: Why are you not as good as a woman?

"Maybe it's really bad for a bad stomach, right?" Wang Jianluo deserves to be a kind child, and he must be praised.

"Xiao Luozi is right!"

"Wow......"

"Let him vomit, this is a step that every Terran warrior needs to go through. Wei Ling looked at Mu Sen, who was vomiting, and said flatly. In troubled times, no one can stay out of it. It's just purgatory, just get used to it.

"Hmm. Leng Nan Huaiyun, Li Huairuo and Wang Jianluo nodded one after another. Indeed, habit is a powerful thing, it can turn the unthinkable into a matter of course, so it's good to get used to it.

"I'm telling you, I just spit out the dross in my body, and I can only kill the Quartet if I travel lightly. Mu Sen, who couldn't spit out anything anymore, said, although the words were messy, but the meaning of expressing that he was not cowardice was very obvious, but this reason was very strange.

"Huh. ”

"Huh. ”

"Huh. ”

"Huh. ”

System Hint: A four-hit combo from your friend has arrived.

It turns out that taunts from friends often do more damage than enemy attacks. Mu Sen felt that he had been hurt, so he decided to go head-to-head with the four. Don't look at you in the foundation building period, but my big knife is not a vegetarian, it is already hungry and thirsty.

"Are you going to pick up the four of us by yourself, or are the four of us picking up yourself?" Li Huairuo looked at Mu Sen and said with bad intentions.

You can say that, but you still have to be ashamed? Young man, it's easy for you to have no friends.

Mu Sen doesn't want to deal with them at all now, my God, you can do this kind of thing in one pick four, it's just undisciplined. Such acts must be resolutely resisted. Alas, it is still a person who adheres to principles like himself, and he is a clear stream no matter where he is.

"Don't make a fuss, quickly destroy the altar!" Mu Sen said solemnly.

"Hmm. The crowd nodded.

The fierce fighting did not affect the altar in any way, it still exuded great power, blood glittering, light and dark lines, mysterious and majestic, exuding a palpitating aura.

"Destroy this altar, and then spread the news, I don't believe that the hundred clans can turn the sky upside down?" Mu Sen said as he looked at the altar.

A moment later, the slightly recovered spiritual power of Mu Sen and the others surged towards the altar like a tide. Swords shine, arrows roar, and whistling fists. We are five brothers, each with a special skill. At this time, the entire altar was like a reef by the sea, being violently beaten by the huge waves that turned into the sky.

However, the goose is worthy of the altar built by the hundred tribes with great effort, and it is still immovable under the attack of everyone.

Oops, hey, I'm grumpy. I've always believed in one thing, and that is that as long as you are willing to work hard, nothing can't be messed up. A dead thing like this, no matter how strong it is, can't stop the continuous destruction.

Come on, guys, take turns to amplify the moves, but make it for me!

"Boom!"

Under the continuous attacks of Mu Sen and others, this altar that pinned the ambitions of the hundred clans finally collapsed. You see, I'm right, why don't you hurry up and work hard?

"I think our segmented strikes are very effective because they keep the attack going and make sure everyone has time to rest. So, brothers, let's make a combination!"