Juvenile Medical God

The clear water of the river near the pier turned red.

Some carnivorous fish are enjoying human flesh at the bottom of the river.Perhaps for them, today is a rare tooth sacrifice.

It seems that the ratio of men and women in Vietnam has to be reduced again, because some men will die today.

"Old thing, are you the person of the Blood Curse Gate?" Qin Lang didn't mind the old guy staring at him with vicious eyes, because Qin Lang didn't believe his eyes could kill people.

"Mr. Yin, be careful he cast a curse on you!" Li Dongchen's warning sounded in Qin Lang's ear, and this guy finally caught up.

"Curse?" Qin Lang said disapprovingly, "Blood Curse Gate, what kind of grub and blood curse are used, it is the stuff of our poison sect, he cursed me, isn't it the banmen axe!"

The old guy was probably completely irritated by Qin Lang. He stroked his own old face with a small knife, and the blood flowed down. The old guy was saying something, and it seemed that he really started cursing Qin Lang.

"Let him continue to cast the spell."

Qin Lang prevented Li Dongchen from starting this old guy's hands, because he wanted to see what the blood curse of the blood curse door was all about. To fully understand the situation, he needed to see what the blood curse of the blood curse door was. east.

Although Qin Lang disagreed with the Blood Curse Gate, he did not dare to despise it completely, because Wu Minghou was hit with the Blood Curse, and the result was that the martial arts were almost abolished and dead.

This old guy has completely entered the state, not only the sound has become terrifying, but also his eyes and expression have become very scary, and he looks like a cruel wizard.

It is a pity that Qin Lang was indifferent under his vicious blood curse and had no response at all.

Waiting for the old guy to finish the whole spell, Qin Lang asked disappointedly: "Old man, are you sure you didn't pronounce the wrong spell?"

puff!

The old man spurted out a burst of blood, which was not given by Qin Lang, but was repulsed by the blood curse. Qin Lang ’s innocuous toxic body, regardless of whether he was a grub or a poison, was useless for Qin Lang. .What's more, this person's ability to cast a curse is obviously far less than the man who cursed Wu Minghou at the beginning, so when he encountered Qin Lang, the old man could only directly tragedy.

"Old man, don't think that your bird blood curse door is so powerful. I will let you know what a real blood curse is now!" Qin Lang gave a hand to the old man's chest.

Punt!

The power of Qin Lang ’s palm is not very strong, but after the old man's stroke, he was like hell, he opened his chest frantically, and suddenly saw a black palm mark appear on his chest. As the center, you can vaguely see the black gas begin to spread around.

When everyone saw the black palm print, they could feel a rotten breath, as if there was a millennium zombie pressing on the old man's chest.

Decaying Poison!

The rotten breath began to spread.

Slowly engulfing the old man's vitality and strength until the last point of the old man's vitality is squeezed away, and the rotten nether poison will rot away his body together with his bones!

"How could ... how could you control the breath of hell! You, you must be the devil!" When the old man looked at Qin Lang again, there was no arrogance and arrogance in his eyes, only deep fear.

Terrified!

As a member of the Blood Curse Gate, the old man certainly knew what it was like.The most powerful blood curse of the blood curse door is to cause the rotten breath from hell, and to trigger this breath is to pay the price of fine blood and even life.But this kid in front of him can easily release the decayed breath of hell, and the decayed breath released is stronger than anyone in the blood curse gate. This is totally unreasonable, unless this kid is the devil from hell!

"Yes, old man, I am the devil! Hehe ..."

Qin Lang laughed loudly. When he laughed, a red flame like blood lotus appeared in his body, which contained a more violent and terrifying atmosphere.

"This is ... the breath of hell karma ... oh my god, you are a devil! Devil!"

The old man had completely collapsed, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, constantly reading "the devil" in his mouth.

Li Dongchen also looked horrified.

The rest of the people, whether they were from the Li family or the other party, were deterred by the terror in Qin Lang's body. These people were all creeping on the ground with horror.

Qin Lang realized that he might pretend to be too much. After all, his current identity is not the Sect Master of the Poison, so he quickly accepted the red lotus industry fire and said to Li Dongchen: "The lessons for them are enough, let ’s go, we have to go Do the right thing. "

Li Dongchen nodded his head, and there was no need to kill the remaining enemies, because he knew Qin Lang had completely deterred these people.The title of the devil cannot be said casually in Vietnam, because many people here are religious.This kind of mental and spiritual deterrent is far stronger than bullet and murderous deterrent.

The following voyage was calm and smooth, and the ship sailed directly into the Duron Peninsula.

The Dulong Peninsula now is very different from what Qin Lang saw.A ten-meter-high fence has been built around the entire island, and there are a few meters of high-voltage electric wire mesh on the fence, and many cameras monitor the movement around the island without dead ends.

In addition to the high walls and steel wire mesh, Qin Lang saw a watchtower at first glance, but it was a black watchtower, giving a sense of solemnity and death.

Of course, this is not the place of death, this is the "cradle of talent" of the drug sect.

After entering the gate, the appearance of the entire base began to appear in front of Qin Lang: everything here was prepared for training, so all the buildings here are prepared for death training, and there are no recreational facilities.However, basic accommodation, food, and medical care are all prepared. Apart from these, only the desperate high wall and the general instructor of the god of death.

The elite under the poison sect has the right to choose whether to enter here for special training, but once they choose to enter here, they are not allowed to withdraw halfway.There is a kind of person who quits halfway, that is a dead person!

The entire Dragon Peninsula is filled with a cruel and desperate breath, but at the same time there is a breath of blood and fire.Although it is full of cruelty and despair, anyone who can pass the training can be reborn and gain the power they have never imagined before.

Duan Nagano was shocked by the training base like the Shurachang here, and whispered to Qin Lang: "Mr. Yin ... this is the place where your sect training disciples? This is really shocking! Even my weapon The strength of the Xuan level, if you participate in training, can't guarantee that you can go out here alive. "

"The people who can inspire their potential and survive in despair are the talents we need. Otherwise, it's just stupid. Moreover, this is their own choice." Qin Lang said, "Mr. Duan, you follow I'm coming, there is something for you to see. "