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Li Dingxun is in the dark and dark corridor, with armor like a mountain and a piece of nails like a forest. Now these fine pores have been completely filled with blood, constantly infiltrating, and dripping to the ground. On this corridor, there are scattered bone debris, minced meat, and poison. Needle, spear... Li Dingxun is not a person, surpassing human beings, he is even more of a torrent.

"Let me see, there is a lion cub here!" A slender ghost rose in the dim light ahead, and the person came a few steps forward, revealing a pale as frost in the dim sunlight outside the window Face.

　　 Li Dingxun doesn't mean anything nonsense, step forward, punch!

　　 Boom!

　　 The promenade was a huge earthquake, and it was like a typhoon passing by in an instant, causing a great storm.

　　 The other party uttered a harsh scream, and his body was flying in the air like a puppet. A whirlpool-like force weakened the strength of his fists. The white-faced man flew like a kite, slipping into the darkness and disappearing with a smirk.

　　 A fist without success, Li Dingxun did not rush to catch up, and continued to move slowly.

　　 The sound of tuk-tuk 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 are still gentle.

　　The shadow seems to be given quality by the silence here, shaking 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 getting worse.

　　 Li Dingxun took out the fire fold and lit it, and a little light lit up, bringing a thin light-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 inscribed here, and the reliefs on the wall are full of **** scenes.

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

　　 Li Dingxun understood, this is not death.

　　 The totem here-pain.

　　 and fear.

　　 On the high steps in the depths of the hall, there was a fire, 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 **** curtain, glowing with satin-like light, falling little by little, seeming to be blown by the wind, falling, falling at a high level. In a pond behind, there was a loud noise, wailing to the whole hall and the world.

　　 Twelve blood-clothed men appeared on the high level.

　　 The sky light illuminates their faces, but it can't illuminate their shadows, let alone their magical nature.

　　 "There is actually a master like you in the Lion's Gate, and they rushed all the way to the temple of the blood pond, but that was the end."

　　 The man in the center is 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 has a playful smile on his face, his tone is slow, he doesn't put Li Dingxun in his eyes at all, and he is indifferent to the dead church members.

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

　　 Li Dingxun put on 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 face darkened, "What a arrogant junior, don't you know how to respect the senior? This deity will teach you a lesson!"

　　 Li Dingxun gently lifted his palm.

　　 God level one, clumsy hand.

　　 The world's first foreign power.

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

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

　　 The comparison is internal strength, and the comparison is strength!

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

　　 Boom——! ! !

　　 The wild and magnificent top of the **** holy city flew up and exploded into pieces.

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

　　 Look at those twelve monsters again, now there is not even ashes left.

　　 Li Dingxun slowly took his palm.

　　 was about to leave.

　　 A familiar voice came.

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

　　 Li Dingxun turned around suddenly.

　　The waterfall of blood splits, and twelve blood-dropping human figures emerge.

　　 is Yu Yuandi and his party.

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

　　 Li Dingxun was moved, are these guys actually immortal?

　　 "It's very unexpected? This is the mighty power of the Great God of Xiangshu!"

　　 God level one, the blood boy is immortal!

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

　　Don't let him think more, the twelve have already finished the battle and jumped forward.

　　 Blood Pond Ghost Claw!

　　 This place is full of blood, 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 twisted 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——!

　　 Another piece of the dome flew, and the sun shone more unscrupulously on this **** field, and the blood waterfall became brighter.

　　The twelve undead appeared again.

　　 There is no extra greetings, the third meeting is a life and death fight.

　　 "Die!"

　　 "Isn't it good to die safely?"

　　 Big clumsy hand!

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The blood waterfall will never dry up. The only thing that changes is the monsters of the blood sect. Their words are becoming less and less and their expressions are becoming more and more numb. This does not mean that their tricks are weakening. On the contrary, they are more and more numb. It is sinking, and the strength is soaring!

　　 "How many times can you make big clumsy moves?"

"It's useless."

　　 Be silent.

　　 There is only silence, only a move.

　　 Clumsy hand.

　　 "How long can you hold on? One hour? Two hours?"

　　 came out of the blood waterfall time and time again, the human figures of the leader of the blood sage and others have been distorted, and terrifying strange appearances appeared on their bodies.

　　 Distorted will is flooded here, even if the sun is shining, evil and filth have already poured in.

　　 Absolutely second-tier, with the power of the demon, the whole body is red when performing gong. These are the Kuva poisons swallowed during the practice. After being attacked by an external enemy, the Kuva poison is transferred to the enemy.

Every time they die, the twelve **** monsters will draw blood poison from the blood waterfall and release it with the gods. Now a large amount of poisonous fog has accumulated into a shallow poison beach, and the innocent people in the hall are struggling to die like maggots. Even in extreme pain, he dared not leave the hall.

　　The toxicity has reached the point of melting gold and corroding iron. The rock slabs of the main hall are bubbling, and the structure is as soft as foam.

　　 The opponents are sinking.

　　 A little bit, it seems to sink into hell.

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