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The other party uttered a harsh scream, and his body flew like a puppet, and a whirlpool-like force weakened the strength of his fist. The white-faced man flew like a kite, slipping into the darkness and disappearing with a sly smile.

Without a punch, Li Dingxun did not rush to catch up, and continued to move forward slowly.

The sound of tuk-tuk's footsteps crossed the corridor and entered another hall.

There was still a smell of oily smoke in the air, and the lamp on the long pillar in the hall went out soon.

In addition to this light and fluttering smoke, there is also a heavy turbid smell-a bad smell.It seemed to fall into a foul-smelling river, as if in a pile of bones, as if in a floating corpse river, as if in a vulture den, in short, it was a smell that non-humans could bear.

Li Dingxun's footsteps were still gentle.

The shadow seems to be given quality by the silence here, trembling with the movement of the human figure, arranging and merging like waves, and the tides reciprocate.

A low gasp broke the depression, and came from the corner, like a mouse stealing food.

Li Dingxun walked over and found a ragged boy shivering by the wall. He had a stinky smell, mixed with sweat, blood, and urine. He was sitting on a broken reed mat with a child's corpse behind him. It has rotted and maggots are everywhere.

The wheezing is intensifying.

Li Dingxun took out the fire fold and lit it, and a little light lit up, bringing in thin lighting-enough, enough for him to see the tragedy clearly.

The road in the center of the main hall is wide and smooth, but the sides are full of children, disabled, old, weak, and sick.

Death is engraved here, and the walls covered with reliefs are full of images of hell.

Tongue extraction, bone extraction, acupuncture, cracking, cutting, burning, peeling...

Li Dingxun understood that this is not death.

The totem here-pain.

And fear.

On the high steps in the depths of the hall, there was a fire light, and a river of blood suddenly fell from the top of the sky.

Li Dingxun squinted his eyes to adapt to the strong light, watching the bright blood rushing down like a waterfall, like a blood-colored curtain, glowing with satin-like light, falling little by little, as if still being blown by the wind, falling, falling at a high level. In a pool behind, there was a loud noise, wailing to the whole hall and the world.

Twelve men in blood appeared on the high order.

The sky light illuminates their faces, but it cannot illuminate their shadows, let alone their certain magical qualities.

"There is a master like you in the Lion's Gate, all the way to the blood pond temple, but that's it."

The man in the center is tall and tall, even a head taller than Li Dingxun, with blood-haired shawls and scarlet eyes. He is the leader of Yu Yuan's enemy.

The wicked leader had a playful smile on his face, his tone was slow, he didn't put Li Dingxun in his eyes at all, and he was indifferent to the dead church members.

"Whose disciple are you? Let the deity guess, look less than twenty..."

Li Dingxun put out a boxing frame.He didn't want to listen to the words anymore, and his killing intent had almost burst his skin.

Yu Yuandi's expression darkened, "What an arrogant junior, don't you know how to respect seniors? This deity will teach you a lesson!"

Li Dingxun gently lifted his palm.

God first order, big clumsy hand.

The world's first foreign power.

The bloody demon's face changed drastically, this palm!

It is no longer a competition momentum, no longer a competition martial arts artistic conception, the arena of these top martial artists is forcibly broken by this palm!

Comparing is internal strength and comparing is strength!

I am strong, I win, you are weak, you die!

boom--!!!

The wild and magnificent roof of the bloody holy city flew up and exploded into pieces.

The mist that enveloped the Valley of Blood was blown away by the wind.

Looking at the twelve monsters, now there is not even ashes left.

Li Dingxun slowly took over.

Just want to leave.

A familiar voice came.

"Want to leave? I'm afraid it's not that easy!"

Li Dingxun suddenly turned around.

The blood waterfall burst open, and twelve blood-dropping human figures emerged.

It was Yu Yuandi and his party.

"It's really awesome!" The skin on Yu Yuandi's face was slowly reforming, "Is this a big clumsy hand? Why is there such a strong energy?"

Li Dingxun was moved. Are these guys actually immortal?

"Very unexpected? This is the mighty power of the Great God of Xiangshu!"

God level one, blood boy immortal!

Li Dingxun frowned. Such power is by no means unlimited. So, what is the price?

Not allowing him to think more, the twelve had already finished the battle and jumped forward.

Blood Pond Ghost Claw!

This place is full of blood, and this move can get the greatest blessing. Although it is a super third-rank move, its power is almost at the second level.

"Twelve Blood Boys!"

The distorted phantom of the boy appeared in the air, sending a harsh baby cry at Li Dingxun, but Li Dingxun was unmoved, he was like a tight machine, punching out ghost claws from left to right.

"How long can you last?"

"give up!"

"If you die, there will be no trouble!"

Li Dingxun raised his breath, clumsy hands!

boom--!