Realms In The Firmament

The two poisonous dans will explode simultaneously, and the purple Qi is also transported out of the East Divine Gong, so that the poison fog spreads instantly, covering far more than twice before.

Ye laughed even at the bottom of his heart, if the poison dan at his disposal is sufficient, it is not difficult to keep any killer from coming to Lingbao Palace alive!

“Woo woo...” Suddenly, someone cried out: “I'm poisoned, I'm poisoned... I can't live... I regret it...”

This man cried his nose and tears all over his face, both hands, but has begun to scratch himself uncontrollably...

Everyone around me, without exception, scratches himself wildly...

There are also some poisoned killers with red eyes, holding the weapons in their hands and slaughtering them indiscriminately, crying and killing people: “I can't live anyway, fortunately, let's all die together...”

The sword wind shouts, sword light flickers, even his own companion around him, he also chopped off a section of flesh and blood...

But this situation only lasted a very short time, and they began to be conquered by the itching, screaming and throwing their swords, scratching their hands wildly on themselves, scratching their hearts and minds and smiling.

Though I know that if I scratch at the beginning, once the feeling of comfort rises, most of them will no longer have any hope of survival, I can only scratch myself to death, but I can't help it!

The kind of itching that seems to have gone deep into the bone marrow, driving the most primitive instinctive movement of humans, making every poisoned killer unexpected at this moment!

Only…… scratch!

And those around them who were fortunate not to be poisoned were again like ghosts, trembling, “brushing” and retreating. Their movements were so neat and uneven.

Even, some of the retreats were slightly slower, so hot that the people in front of them flew backwards. Everyone's eyes are straight and their eyebrows are jumping. Even as they retreat, their eyes are always locked in the hellish scene of the field...

“Ah ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Everybody die together...” A killer scratched himself desperately, staring at the people around him who were not poisoned and exited suddenly, his eyes became red for a while, and he stood up and rushed toward the people who were retreating fast.

“We're all here to kill the wind, since I'm poisoned! Why aren't you poisoned? If I'm dying, why are you still alive? Why?” He screamed madly, scratching himself madly, rushing towards the crowd with flesh and blood.

Swordlight flashes.

This man instantly turned into two pieces. He died of his own death. He had not yet been poisoned. He had been broken by a sword.

Yin Yucheng attributed his sword to the sword sheath, but his face was pale, his body was even a little trembling, and his lips were shaking, but it was loud: “Your poisoning and dying is your own bad luck, you can't allow anyone else to live better. It's truly a waste of innocence and regret to die! ”

Although Yoon Yucheng was greedy for life and fearful of death, and bullied and fearful of hardship, everyone would have been quite silent about his behavior; but at this moment, all the killers nodded neatly and agreed.

Nice, this guy knew he couldn't live, but he wanted to drag everyone to the burial. It's a shame to die!

In a moment's time, more than 1,800 people became flesh and blood on the ground, and there were still no exceptions, all of them dead and without whole corpses.

Everyone looked at the scene as if it were a hell of a human being, three times in a row, more horrible than once, pale, not a little bloody.

And the wind monarch wind is poisonous, no more advancing to the headquarters of Lingbao Palace, standing on the opposite edge of this hellish scene, his face is calm, as if waiting for everyone to get close again.

At this moment, the hour of day is approaching dawn.

The morning wind blew his black robe gently. Seeing his cold, expressionless face again, the killers looked like they saw a demon, and everyone hit a chill.

As a killer, there are many things that are simply created by oneself that human cruelty does not know how much to see.

At this moment, however, these killers feel exactly the same.

The existence of such horror as the wind throne in front of you is truly... never seen before!

This man, even a bunch of killers who came to kill him, would never deny that this man, with all due respect, valued his homeland, his country. Such a man is undoubtedly a just man!

In times of national distress, this man waves a $70 billion pro bono donation!

At the most dangerous time of Lingbao Palace, this man came alone, rushing to face the world's killers, grinding columns!

Such a man is definitely a hero!

However, this person is not a hero in the general sense; the legendary heroes in the so-called history books pay close attention to their image, often prefer to die, and refuse to let their hero image be missing, but this person does not care about their image at all! When he turns to his own people, he is a hero, but when he turns to his own enemies, he is a demon, a complete demon! Executioner!

A demon that frightens and frightens anyone!

In all, three waves of hands, more than 3,000 killers, turned into dust, and the dead face died without a whole corpse and could not bear to see. And in the face of the human tragedy that he created with his own hands, this Fengjun's face didn't change at all!

Even the muscles on his face didn't twitch at all.

Still as indifferent as just now.

Such a mindset is not something that ordinary people might have!

“I remember I told you before that if you want to kill me, there has to be a price. If you want to kill me, I can understand your choices. Relatively, I'll kill you, too, I'm sure you'll understand my choices.” Ye smiled and finally moved again, lifting his feet gently and slowly walking forward.

Shi Run stepped into the bloody park, but walked on Kangzhuang Avenue, without hesitation and discomfort.

Walk so slowly in the direction of Spirit Palace.

Just under the tight siege of the thousands of killers around, Feng Gunzhou did not rush, carrying his hands so much, a handsome look, like a idle courtyard walking, just a step away.

On the ground, blood is flowing from itself, like a stream.

Fengjun walked step by step and stepped straight into the blood splash, but it was like it was gone.