Doomsday Pavilion

Following a group of people in the jungle—especially a group of people with a burden of one hundred kilograms who don't know how to hide their whereabouts, it is not too easy.

Lin Chou and Zuo Chen only need to carry the footprints left by the four people dragging the heavy objects on the moist ground.

The thicker and denser fog can cover everything. If the opponent does not have any black technology such as bio-radar infrared scanning, which should not exist in primitive tribes, they will be found without any risk.

"Brother Chou, what do you think they do with that hapless mushroom addiction?"

Anyway, it won't be caught back and stewed.

Zuo Chen said to himself, "Are there any evil rituals? How can there be no messy beliefs and gods worthy of such an ugly oil painting on the face? Well, it must be."

"Oh, I have a lot of ugly bone sculptures that I haven't put in my backpack, and they are suitable for selling to this group of primitive people...

Lin Chou's eyes widened, "Bonsai, I will communicate a question with you very seriously."

The potted plant is quail-shaped, with low eyebrows and fine powder on both cheeks, "Well, brother Sorrow~! You said it, people are listening."

"Please, call me, Lin Chou!"

"Good brother Sorrow."

"If you call me Brother Sorrow again, I will smash your posterior molars, and then..."

"No problem, brother!"

"..."

Convenient shovel held a beautiful knife in his hand, "Wu Na monster, eat Laozi with a shovel!!"

After all, the shovel did not fall on the potted plant.

It's not that Lin Chou's conscience found Lianxiang Xiyu, bah... there is no Lianxiang and Xiyu at all.

(Sorry, my hands slipped, the above sentence is a beautiful misunderstanding.)

As the two chased, their eyes suddenly lit up, and the boundless Lin Hai seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand, forming a sinkhole.

The stream around the tiankeng is cut off here, turning into a series of hanging snow-white horses, and several rainbows of seven colors run across the tiankeng.

The boundless fog is completely repelled here, and the orange sky can be clearly seen above the tiankeng.

Any beauty in Lin Chou's eyes is inseparable from the misty steam of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and he still sighs unconsciously, "It's a wonderful environment, the right time and the right people, there is no shortage of it!"

Then I got a little dew on my finger and stood on the edge of the tiankeng, holding his finger up, "Well, it's a little bit worse, the temperature is slightly higher, but the bottom of the tiankeng must be perfect."

Zuo Chen asked with a pretense gesture, "Brother Chou, what are you talking about? Um, such a beautiful scenery, and a woman like me who is like a beautiful autumn moon, Brother Chou, do you want to do something special? What about the matter? Hmm~!"

"Of course I think, special, extremely, unusual!" A hot light appeared in Lin Chou's eyes.

"Um, Brother Sorrow." Zuo Chen lowered his eyes, and said like a mosquito, "Hehe, I hate it, although people like you very much, but if you are so direct, they will still be shy. Well, before the bridal chamber, Do you want to discuss the issue of the bride price? I want to marry my aunt... For a woman like a girl like water, tens of millions of circulation points are indispensable, plus a few hundred kilograms of Tier 5 magic plant essence , A sixth-order alien beast source crystal shining with colorful light can be made into a ring, just barely possible~"

Lin Chou didn't notice Zuo Chen's words at all, and the light in his eyes burst into sparks, "How can the old Lin family's ancestral craftsmanship be lost in my hands? I am a man destined to be the God of Cooking! It is bound to be restored to Lutai. The original flavor of Fengxin! Such a harmonious scenery is simply created by God for the purpose of making ham. This unusual low temperature after the cataclysm, this gentle breeze, this wonderful humidity, I can hardly control it. With the passion in my heart, I can’t wait to immediately start trying to make ham by myself!!"

The corners of the pot’s mouth twitched, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"Wow, yeah, there is no way to cut off a son and a grandson to fight a cow!"

"bump!"

Lin Chou was immersed in fantasy, his butt hurts, the picture in front of him changed, and the whistling wind passed his ears.

"Fuck! What the hell!"

The potted plants are stunned, don’t channel,

"Huh? Why did it fall..."

"Anyway, the evolutionary can't fall..."

She grabbed the edge of the cliff and looked at it, "Yeah, so high? I slipped away..."

Suddenly turning back, put his hands on his mouth and trumpet,

"For the alliance! I will remember to burn paper for you..."

She must hurry down to the bottom of the sinkhole, saving people or collecting corpses, either!

The rapid fall caused the scenery in the sinkhole to magnify in front of Lin Chou's eyes, and the shout of potted plants came from his ears.

Lin Chou's pupils tightened, and the muscles all over his body were numb with air-conditioning.

Yes, you will fall to death.

Potted plants, I won't die this time, I'm going to plant you on Xiaoqiu!

keep your word!Otherwise, this handsome will give you the surname from now on!!

Quick-witted, people can often burst out extraordinary sparks of wisdom and unimaginable power in tension.

Driven by his instinct, Lin Chou made a convenient shovel in his hand. The blood-red shovel blade cut tofu into the rock wall, bursting out a group of shining sparks. Lin Chou's falling force continued, and the sparks connected into a line of fire.

"Ha!"

As soon as the blade of the shovel was twisted, the whole forcefully traversed, a large piece of broken stone burst out of the rock, and a huge pulling force suddenly came from his arm.

"Crack!"

His arm was stretched by nearly ten centimeters out of thin air, and it was already dislocated.

...

In the sinkhole, thousands of women dressed in animal skins with blue and white stripes on their faces gathered in a semicircle at one end of the mountain wall, holding a torch in their hands, and shouting in a sharp and fanatical "Howl, Howl".

Below the mountain wall in front of them, a circular altar stands.

This altar is made up of countless bones in accordance with a certain rule. It is a hundred meters in diameter and five meters high. It contains both animal bones and human bones. The higher it goes, the more "fresh" these bones are. When it reaches the top, it is on the white bones. Even with bright flesh and blood.

Under the altar, ten living corpses were placed side by side. Some of these living corpses were pierced through the spine by arrows, while others were simply violently pulled out of the body by violent spine.

Ten animal skin women walked out of the crowd, each dragging a living corpse, and climbing up to the altar.

Thousands of people’s “howl” sounded louder, and the figure looking at ten women or the altar was full of undisguised fanaticism and jealousy.

After the ten women climbed up to the altar, they piled the living corpses in the center and lay down on the altar.

"Respectfully ask the blood god to bless my race!"

Their voices didn't get any reply, and the crowd under the altar shouted together, "Respectfully please the gods, bless my race!"

A few rubbles fell on the altar from the top of the mountain wall, and the ten women were stunned at the same time, and looked up.

A figure fell quickly and crashed into the pile of living corpses.

"Oh!"

The ten living corpses are like lava cakes slammed on their feet, squeezing out the rain of blood.