"Alas...... These people probably ate the meat of the Warcraft, otherwise, they wouldn't have become like this. ”

Mao shook his head with a sigh, deeply regretful.

If it had been bitten by a demonic beast, it would have been torn apart and devoured into the stomach, where would it still be alive intact.

The toxicity of Warcraft is not understood by ordinary people, and it is impossible to see it, but if you mistakenly eat the flesh of a dead Warcraft, it is still more likely.

Such a villager, although he is still alive, is actually no different from dead, there is no cure, and it is still a scourge to stay.

"Old man, they're coming, to kill or not to kill?"

The crown prince Baqi took out his octopus, put it in his hand and tossed it to play, and did not pay attention to these villagers.

At this time, the eight claws, which were cut off by the old woman's brush, were sewn together by either of them using the old method, and they recovered well.

It is to suffer this crime one after another, making this parallel goods miserable, where is it still as high-spirited as before, with the ruthlessness of opening teeth and claws, the whole body is tightened, and all the claws are tightly guarding themselves, like a big meat ball.

The prince also prayed to it, and because of this, it was a little more fun, as a ball, constantly upside down between his hands, and having fun.

Mao seemed to open his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by anyone, "They are still human beings now, so they killed like this, a little too ......"

"Impersonal! are you talking about this?"

Sanshi also took out his weapon and continued with a defensive expression: "Their existence will make more people become like this, and there is no difference between them and the ferocity index of the Demon Beast, just eliminate them without discrimination." ”

"Alas...... I don't know what the person who made the beast tide is trying to do, and I don't know how many people have died in the past few months. ”

Seeing that the villagers had already jumped in front of him, Ren had to take out a weapon to protect himself, ready to join the slaughter.

Sure enough, his people didn't know what made these villagers jealous, and they were like the demonic beasts they had encountered in the town before, they didn't attack any of them at all, they just ignored him and turned to attack others.

There was no pressure at all, so he stepped forward one by one, joined forces with a few people, and intercepted all these villagers, preventing them from hurting the people of the Song family.

After all, most of the Song family members are mortals, and there is only one charm master who can cultivate. At this time, her delicate appearance was exposed, and the ugly faces, terrifying methods, and bloody scenes of these villagers all gave her a great impact.

Not only is her legs soft and her feet weak, but she has even forgotten her best rune paper, just like an ordinary little girl, just hugging the maid and crying for help.

After all, it is a pampered Miss Jiao, and no one will say anything, after all, whoever encounters such a terrible thing for the first time will not be much better.

When everyone was trying their best to clear the villagers, at the foot of a mountain not far away, two hunchbacked men, one old and one young, were sitting on a big rock, and next to them, a small and turbulent stream was flowing non-stop.

Unlike the clean and sweet water on weekdays, the stream at this time is pitch black, as if it had been dyed with ink.

"Master, the hour is almost up, it's time for us to do it. ”

It was a slightly younger hunchbacked man who spoke, and if he was there, he would have been surprised.

Because although this person's appearance can still be vaguely recognized, he is the chief disciple of the three elders of the Taiyi Sect - Qian Yiwei.

At this time, his face was even uglier, several times uglier than when the beast tide appeared.

His face was covered in scars, and it looked like he had cut the flesh with a knife. One eye was tightly closed, apparently permanently blind. The other eye, with its drooping eyelids, gives the illusion that sooner or later this eye will also be closed.

His ten fingers have been gone, and one or two are left standing alone.

The previous hunchback only had a bulge on the back, and this waist board could still stand up. Now, the whole person is bent over so badly that if it weren't for a cane and a club, he would have been unable to bear it and fell to the ground.

His voice was also hoarse and unpleasant, like that of a prisoner in the prison who was devoured by fire, and his voice was so hoarse and terrible to hear.

The most annoying thing was that his slender thighs were broken at the root, making him even more completely disabled.

Fortunately, there was a crutch with him on his club, which did not affect his activities.

Hearing Qian Yiwei's urging, a hunchbacked old man next to him sneered, "What are you anxious about, we have succeeded ninety percent, and we are only missing this last little bit of demon spirit." As long as the collection is full, it will be enough for the two of us to upgrade to the Demon King stage, and when the time comes, we will be able to regenerate with severed limbs, and our faces will be restored, as if we were reborn. ”

Qian Yiwei licked his dry lips and tried to calm his agitated spiritual sense, "Master, I will listen to you, just wait for you to give orders." ”

The hunchbacked old man looked up at the sky, then looked at the black liquid in the stream, and said, "Well, all the demonic beasts we made have been slaughtered and turned into this endless black stream."

According to the records in the ancient books, whenever the seven stars shine high, a rich demonic aura will rise here. When the time comes, it is necessary to use this medium to retain this innate qi, so as not to let it disappear and be wasted. ”

Qian Yiwei's eyes lit up and said, "When the time comes, we can guard this small stream and have endless demonic aura for cultivation, right?"

"Hahaha...... That's nature!" The hunchbacked old man stretched his limbs, and a bright light flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Qian Yiwei was immersed in the upcoming little beauty and did not see this scene.

When it was dark and the moon was thick, I saw a faint black mist rising above the originally black stream.

This is the demonic aura that the world has never seen before.

The people of their Demon Sect cultivated and adopted all kinds of extreme methods in order to obtain the greatest effect in the shortest possible time.

This will inevitably hurt the heavens, the people, and the two extremes pursued by the righteous monks in the world, which will inevitably be impermissible by creation.

However, no matter how powerful the creation is, it will eventually be found out and repaired by people to repair the weakness of this demonic cultivation, that is, artificially creating demonic aura.

The two masters and apprentices have been planning the beast tide for so long, and they have driven them all the way to the shore of the East China Sea, for the sake of this small stream.

It has an unknown name - Demon Spirit Creek. This is only recorded in ancient books left over from ancient times.

The water of the Demon Spirit Creek is always black, and the feeling that it will never flow endlessly, in fact, it is just at the end of the stream, there is an immeasurable sinkhole, and all the demonic beasts are killed in the pit, turning into countless nutrients, nourishing the Demon Spirit Creek.