Realms In The Firmament

And the most incredible thing is that those people who have clearly scratched their muscles to reveal their natural bones, but are still scratching, seemingly completely unable to perceive the pain, while grabbing the bloody pieces of meat on themselves, they are still muttering in their mouths: “How can it be so itchy? Oya is comfortable, comfortable... and itchy. Again, comfortable..."

“Scratch again... it feels so good, oh...”

“It's itching more and more... Goddamn it... scratching more and more comfortable..."

Finally……

Some people enjoyed scratching themselves, but after scratching for a while, they felt the stickiness in their hands, reached out to their eyes and found that it was all flesh and blood residue, and shouted and said: “What... is this? Whose blood is this? ”

Everyone looks at this man.

At this moment, he had caught a piece of flesh under his ribs and on the back of his side. Even his own ribs were pulled down by him and threw three pieces on the ground...

This is the kind of person who asks people amazingly: Whose blood is this?

The oddity of this scene makes all the people who see it creepy, not chilly...

If they are, what about themselves?

I saw people's strange eyes, this person's eyes turned, and I could see all the people around me scratching like crazy, that piece of flesh... and others, they picked out their own eyeballs, and they even reached out and scratched hard in their eyesore: “It tickles, it tickles me... it feels good, it feels so good...”

The man shivered and suddenly said in horror: “Is this me...”

I looked down and shouted out: “My body... my God... this... me... me... I itch... scratch, comfort, my God, what's going on? itchy... scratch, comfortable ~ ~ ~ ~"

This man looked at his body in horror, but couldn't help but reach out and scratch. His eyes collapsed in fear and despair, but his face could still reveal a 'scratch very comfortable’ enjoyable expression, as if it were really weird.

I actually saw myself pull one of my bones out of my body... then break it, throw it away, then scratch it... scratch my guts out...

The last thought of this man was: Is this in my own hand, I squeezed it straight to pieces... is my heart? First time to see you... It's so strange...

……

All those who scream itchy on their faces end up like this... and end up scratching themselves alive...

A shadow of a man screaming desperately in his mouth, scratching desperately in his hand, then tearing himself to pieces and then falling to death on the ground. Before dying, there was not one exception… Everyone's last words were: “It tickles! It tickles me... it feels so good..."

It does itch, plus it feels so good...

The dark fog suddenly appeared, and the stay was brief, only spreading for a moment at the beginning, then dissipating without trace.

From appearance to final dissipation, there are only dozens of moments left!

However, this is the diffusion, covering four or five hundred people, but so he was scratched to death by himself...

Looking at the seven vertical corpses all over the place, the so-called pile of corpses like mountains is just scared, and look at the wolf flesh all over the place, fortunately not feeling itchy killers, one sweat upside down, cold sweat, two straight eyes, horrified soul scattered!

They're lucky they didn't itch to death, but they're scared to death right now!

This… what is the means?

Especially seeing that those bodies on the ground, people are obviously dead, the death is broken and miserable, there is still a face with a face to enjoy comfort...

Everyone who sees this scene is a spiritual serial tremor with no gall chills.

Once again, the scene fell into silence. At this time, some people came desperately, shouting from afar: “Hello, the wind is still alive, right? ”

“Windling's head is mine! ”

“Nobody move! ”

I'm afraid someone else has robbed the day of great credit.

Shouting and hurrying.

The legendary "death" is mostly just that!

However, everyone on the scene was not in the mood to think whether or not they were “dying” just as they came here. They all looked straight into their eyes and looked at the spiritual treasure palace-style throne floating across the street in black...

Like a ghost!

Poison!

That black mist must be poison under the throne!

But what poison is this?

How dare you be so sharp, so overbearing, so... fantastic?!

People didn't even hear about it.

Which is not the ringing character of all the killers who come here and dare to provoke the continental forces like Lingbao Pavilion?

Everyone has seen and lived through hundreds of wars, and everyone is wearing a life-saving treasure that can be tested and detoxified anytime, anywhere! It's all a necessity to walk around the river and lake.

In general, don't say poisoned, even if it is only a minor poisoning condition, it is unlikely to appear on this group of people!

But this Fengjun seems to have just released a black mist, and the result is a simultaneous trick for 487 people!

And there's no help!

Even the top four hundred and eighty-seven people in the rivers and lakes, almost all at the same time… became a piece of meat in one place. From the beginning to the end, the only act of this wind throne was to wave...

This will change the way everyone looks at Wind Constellation!

Damn, who is this…?

Whether we're killers or you're killers, what do you call poisonous hands, ruthless killers, killing people like numbness, is that it?

What were you talking to us about?

With this hand, then any Ningbi Zhao Pingtian has to stand aside. What kind of killing efficiency is this?

Raise a hand and throw a foot in between, nearly 500 lives, or everyone has a first-rate killer, just like that!

In this situation, it's not only appalling, it's directly legendary, legendary, mythical level!

Yeon Yu Sung, who had not been able to rush up in the first place, was covered in cold sweat.

After a rush of fear, the risk is softer.

The reason why he didn't rush up the first time just now was mainly because he felt that Ning Bilai, the first killer, had locked himself with an air engine. Yin Yucheng resisted fully and couldn't help but rush into the first wave.

But fortunately so.

If he also rushed up together, then now in the dense and numb pile of mountainous corpses on the ground, there would surely be him Yoon Yu into one!

In this way, Ning Bilai's air engine locked, instead saved his life, save the benefactor!