Doomsday Pavilion

No one laughed-even the blood corpses were not in the mood to laugh-of course if they could control the facial muscles well.

Who can make a fucking smile!

The blood corpses stared straight at the big pits and turbulent flames on the ground, and everyone could see that they were scared.

Creatures with insufficient IQs for logical thinking are often particularly powerful in perceiving danger. This level of destructive power that can be called terror makes them feel personal fear.

However, it is not enough to deter them.

The bottom of the pit was like an engine with a constant speed, with blood corpses rushing out at a rate of about sixty blood corpses per minute, and soon the pits were densely packed.

Thousands of Tier 5 deformed blood corpses stood together, and their aura was as shaken as their smell.

Qin Wuyong's legs were trembling.

"Niang Xipi, Daddy doesn't want to die, Xiaohua from the old Wang's house next door is still waiting for my brother to confess that Daddy is still a single noble, and Daddy is still a virgin!"

Huang Dashan, who looked affectionately with the blood corpses, opened his mouth and cursed.

"I bah, just you? Still single aristocrat? Those who can find a wife but not find a single aristocrat."

Pause for a while, scanning Qin Wuyong disdainfully,

"Anyone like you, oh, can only be called a single dog at best."

If it weren't for so many blood corpses, Qin Wuyong would have to spray a mouthful of old blood more than two meters high.

However, in this situation, Qin Wuyong did not intend to be listed as the first target of attack by the blood corpse, and his life was critical.

Shan Ye didn't plan to continue to take care of the goods, turned his head and said to the warlock.

"It's been so hard for a long time, are you good, and distracting so many blood corpses at the same time, we played very hard and good?"

You were just distracting the blood corpse?

——I really haven't seen this.

The warlock coughed,

"What are you yelling, don't you know that magic has a chance of failure, cough cough, my chance of failure is a little bit high-my hand was born, and after rubbing the meteorite for more than 20 years, you suddenly asked me to do this. You have to get used to it. Isn't it time? Eh, that's all right!!!"

The void face under the warlock's hood suddenly lit up with two striking red lights,

"Swallow the fear of these disgusting inferior products—the sky of disaster! Pain! Corrosion! Death Entanglement! Imps Legion!"

A series of unintelligible languages ​​appeared in the warlock's mouth, and his voice was filled with a certain hot aura, like Tathagata from the flames of The Underworld, turned into a faint green twisted character.

The corpse cloud rolled up like boiling black grease, forming a huge, slowly rotating vortex that covered the entire sky. Unspeakable evil aura permeated from the center of the vortex.

The breath that only seeps out is more terrifying than the blood corpse, and more...vicious.

It makes the creatures stand upright, and makes the blood corpses restless.

——Behind the curtain of disaster, there is a link to the real The Underworld.

Then, the voice of the warlock changed into a weird Second Stage aria, two completely different voices appeared at the same time, reciting different spells.

One voice was the crow-like tearing sound commonly used by warlocks, and the other seemed to be soft and gentle Wu Nong's soft words.

The effect of the spell is not yet known, but it is clearly not something friendly and peaceful.

The faint shadows at the feet of each blood corpse suddenly became solid and dark, black like an abyss, and even brought a black glowing character "stroke".

Their shadows have grown bigger.

Yes, the shadows of the blood corpses quickly swelled and distorted, as if something strange in shape was about to tear the shadows and burst out of their shells.

The blood corpses looked around and were more irritable, but they hadn't made any movements until now, just standing by the side of the pit.Shan Ye said, "What are they waiting for-is it the leader?"

Before the words fell, the blood corpses suddenly got orders with their backs to several people neatly and bowed their heads in the direction of the big pit, as if surrendered.

"Damn... what do you mean by this mouth..."

Shan Ye slapped himself directly, and looked at Lin Chou with a weeping face.

"Lin Zi, if you call Gungun now, is it too late?"

A figure came slowly from the bottom of the pit, he (or it) had the height of an ordinary person, and his eyes were scarlet.

Unlike the blood corpse, he has skin.

His skin tone is also blood-red, with irregular lines painted on it, and this line covers every inch of his skin.

In terms of size, he is no different from ordinary people. Even the eight three-dimensional abdominal muscles have a primitive and wild beauty. To say that he is the leader of the blood corpses is more like from a primitive tribe. Primitive people walking out.

The jaws of Lin Chou and Lord Shan almost smashed their insteps, Lord Shan shouted,

"Fuck, what is this special thing!"

This is a purely humanoid creature, and the fucking system doesn't give the slightest hint.

However, Lin Chou can give the answer himself without system confirmation.

"Rank six, a new breed of blood corpse...No, the blood corpse itself is already a new breed."

The rank aura of this blood corpse was violent and unconcealed. The entire island was within the scope of his coercion, and even the air seemed to have turned into hard bricks, and the people couldn't breathe under pressure.

Qin Wuyong sat down on the ground,

"Mom, mom..."

This is the power of the ranks. If there is no firm mind, the instinctive fear that originates from the depths of the soul will instantly destroy the fighting power of any creature.

In short, the big guys come with a halo of judgment, the resistance is less than sixty points, and the debuff of the unrestricted battle five scums.

The warlock said in the voice of Second Stage,

"Two people, things seem to be out of control?"

Shan Ye licked the corner of his mouth,

"Qin Wuyong of the dog said, get up and help them find a boat! If you don't have one, cut down the tree and make one! You fucking hurry up!"

"Oh..."

At this time, the things in the shadow of the blood corpse finally tore through the darkness to reveal the true body. It was a monkey-like creature burning with green ghost fire. It had a long tail and four arms. As soon as it appeared, it was immediately wrapped in the shadow. The owner of tweeting tore at them, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The blood corpse roared furiously, and the huge sharp claws grabbed them.

However, the creatures called imps summoned by these warlocks seemed to have no entity at all, and the attack of the blood corpse passed through the body, as if through a cloud of black smoke.

The little ghost let out a sharp and stern "laughter", his mouth was pulled to the limit, revealing a huge and jagged black-green gum.

"Crack, click!"

As if a locust plague swallowed the grassland, the densely clacking sound made people shudder.

The imp's fangs can't cause particularly effective damage. It just makes these bloody corpses look extremely embarrassed, but the scene has been messed up, and the screams of the imps and the roar of the blood corpses are everywhere.

The little corpse leader silently stretched out his hand and pointed at the three of them.

All the blood corpses immediately raised their heads, their eyes brightened, roaring like chicken blood, and rushed to the Lin Chou trio in chaos.

The earth trembles under their feet!

Shan Ye swallowed a big sip of water, and protected the warlock who could not stand firmly behind him.

"Come on, come on! The puppies!!!"

Lin Chou was very calm, stretched out his hand, "shovel it."

The convenient shovel broke through the ground under his feet, and instantly appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Hey, go!"

A meteor instantly darted from the small island to the invisible distance, tearing open a straight path, and all the boulders, blood corpses, and trees along the way disappeared and disappeared in ashes.

"Fuck..."

Master Shan couldn't help exclaiming, "This is a low-profile version of the map gun, right? Linzi, do you have any more powerful skills, such as dimensionality reduction and combat?"

Lin Chou rolled his eyes,

"Shovel!"

"Go!"

"Shovel!"

"Go!"

Looking from the sky above the island, a strange situation appeared centered on Lin Sorrow:

A meteor with full flames "jetted" out of his hand, and returned to the original path instantly when the light and shadow effects and visual remnants had not disappeared, and then spewed out again.

It seems that Lin Chou's hand is not a convenient shovel, but a big laser spray.

Convenient shovel every time it is shot, the directly hit target instantly turns into dust, even if it is burned by flames, it can cause huge damage to the blood corpse.

It's just that there are too many blood corpses. After a few back and forth, the blood corpses rushed to the three of them, like a pack of wolves attacking a sheep.

"boom!"

With just a shovel, a Tier 5 blood corpse over ten meters in size was instantly slapped and turned into a rain of blood and squirming flesh and blood residue.

Shan Ye carried a warlock on his back and brandished a big axe,

"Crack."

The axe stuck in the blood corpse's leg bone.

Shan Ye Hao Xuan did not cry on the spot, sprinting among the countless pillars and legs.

"Your mother Sipi, it's not fair, it's not fair!"

"Bang bang bang."

The three blood corpses turned into living cannonballs, smashing a piece of the same kind, and the battlefield instantly cleared a clearing.

Lin Chou stood beside Huang Dashan,

"Do you know how dirty the living corpse is? This commander is also expecting to use a convenient shovel to open the intestines and break the stomach with large ingredients. It's all right now. How do you let me use it?"

Shan Ye violently cut off a big thick leg and kicked it aside.

"It is recommended to wash and dry it three times, just use it-is Damn talking about this now?"

The warlock said weakly,

"I have weakened them as much as possible. The Imp Legion will continue to draw out my magic power. The Sky of Disaster is generated on the basis of corpse energy, and the effect on them is not too great. I can't hold on for long."

The warlock did not display any direct lethal skills from beginning to end, but the speed and power of the blood corpses were weakened to varying degrees, and their movements became uncoordinated.

What's more, there is also a Damn it imp that they can't catch, causing continuous damage and harassment. If the blood corpse is wise, it must have been swearing at this moment.

Shan Ye swiftly sprinted around, while raising his head and looking up.

"Master Warlock has worked hard...what is the meaning of this thing alive? A ten-meter-tall can even be a tiny dime. If the daddy explodes directly on the spot, there is no fun in life at all!"

Lin Chou smoothly patted two blood corpses,

"It is estimated that few people have the joy of life as simple and rude as you.""How can it be said to be simple and rude? Daddy is called direct, do you know directly, face the bleak life, and give a little more adjustment to the meaning of existence."

"Say this to your lord queen."

Lin Chou stepped on the knees of the two blood corpses and jumped on top of them, and patted the whole head into a rotten watermelon.

"Don't die, I'll try if I can get that leader."

"Fuck you, you are crazy, so it's Tier 6!"

"Oh, this handsome is still a first-order."

Leaving the vicinity of Huang Dashan, Lin Chou unscrupulously threw out the shovel to tear open the encircling line of the blood corpse, and rushed to the front door of the blood corpse commander.

The gap was quickly filled by the blood corpse, and he continued to pounce on him.

But what power is Lin Chou?

Knocked down countless huge blood corpses along the way, and soon appeared in front of the blood corpse leader.

This blood corpse is very different, very different.

Lin Chou's unfavorable convenient shovel tactics finally missed for the first time. The convenient shovel that he threw just now was pinched in his hand and looked at it. The weight of 14,000 kilograms seemed as light as a feather.

When Lin Chou was looking at it, it was also looking at Lin Chou, who was close at hand.

It didn't start to furiously immediately, but looked up to the sky again.

Above it is the sky of calamity transformed by the warlock based on the corpse cloud, weakening the power of the blood corpse all the time.

Moreover, it seems that the Sky of Disaster still has some weird attributes-at least Lin Chou saw that when the leader of the blood corpse was playing with the convenient shovel, the shovel tip of the convenient shovel split his arm out at an almost impossible angle. Bloody wounds-or twice!

Since the other party is such a gentleman, Lin Chou also showed a cordial and friendly side from Mingguang.

"Hi, how are you~"

Punch.

I am afraid it will be difficult for the world to find such a punch of absolute power.

The blood corpse commander's chest was instantly sunken and his back bulged, and the broken bones pierced the skin like high-speed bullets and ran wildly, directly spraying the blood corpse commander's back into a sieve.

A large amount of blood, broken muscles, and internal organs came out, dragging a long, miserable blood-colored streamer behind him, almost in a breathing room, there was nothing else in the chest cavity and abdominal cavity that the blood corpse ruled.

Convenient shovel fell to the ground, and the eyes led by the blood corpse gradually lost its luster.

This indifferent look and miserable way of death-it seems that the leader of the blood corpse is the righteous party, and Lin Chou is the tyrannical Devil villain.

At this moment, Lin Chou was at a loss.

"This, it's over?!"

"Boom boom!"

With the death of the blood corpse, the blood corpses on the island burst, and the blood was everywhere, and the same was true in the cave at the bottom of the big pit. An explosion made the big pit and the surrounding ground rumbling and collapsed downward.

This is the rhythm of the end of the dungeon. Hey!

But how is this possible...

Shan Ye carried the warlock on his back, carefully avoiding every drop of splashing blood,

"Fuck, you, you kid, big boss in seconds?"

Lin Chou looked at his own fist,

"Huh? Ah... I don't know... But it seems that the copy is over..."

Suddenly, Lord Shan ran out of the central area quickly, carrying the Uncle Warlock on his back, hiding far away.

"It doesn't seem to be over-I guess you played the second stage of BOSS."

"???"

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