Repugnant Gateway

"Du Cheng! That's Du Cheng!"

A man in a strange costume floating beside Anzheng saw that the person who was eaten was the former missing companion. At the same time, hundreds of wind blades were spinning towards the old man.

The old man who was nibbling one arm raised his head and glanced, but only one glance, and hundreds of wind blades all flew back. It was only a blink of an eye, and the falling man was dismembered.

And the knife that the wind blade broke through the body was sharp and precise, each knife was cut through the bone gap, the crackling sound was endless, and a pile of meat fell beside the old man. The old man picked up a piece and began to nibble. He was as thin as dry bamboo, but he couldn't eat enough. At least three skeletons have been completely restored in front of him, and three people were eaten abruptly, but still eating.

"He is the donor of blood."

There was a particularly nice woman's voice floating down in the air, followed by a stream of light blasting from Anzhen. That streamer is different from any kind of power that An Zheng has been in contact with before. There is no breath, even if it is swiped from the side, if it is not seen, it will not be felt. If this person suddenly shoots behind his back, he may not even feel the other party's shot.

An Zheng looked back, and a girl wearing a navy blue linen skirt flew over behind her. She looked up and down at the age of seventeen or eighteen, obviously a lovely face with some baby fatness, but she had a pair of heroic sword eyebrows, and her eyes were slightly colder.

Behind her hangs an arrow pot filled with feather arrows radiating golden light. As she swept past Anzhen, she held the longbow in her left hand and continued to fetch arrows with her right hand in the middle of the air.

What's even more surprising is that the arrow in the back of her arrow pot seems to be unfinished, always full. An Zheng's eyesight was amazing, and immediately saw that the longbow and arrow pot were a set of extremely high-level instruments. Feather arrow is not a substantive thing at all, but the arrow pot is formed by condensing the vitality of the world. In other words, the arrows in the arrow pot are inexhaustible, and as long as there is Tianyuan, the arrows will continue to flow.

The girl was about one meter, six or five, and her figure was perfect. Although she was wearing a long dress that was quite wide, but when flying forward, the wind blew her clothes back.

"revenge!"

The girl shouted, her hands fluttering arrows.

The white-haired old man who was eating the corpse seemed to be quite jealous of her feather arrows, raised his hands, and a dark black mask appeared immediately above his head. The arrow of golden light kept falling, and the rain blew on the mask like a torrential rain.

"The donor of blood?"

An Zheng thought of what the young girl shouted when she fell, and suddenly understood what was happening.

The companions of the girl fell from the air, and everyone held a long bow and fluttered their feathers and arrows, converging towards the old man like a meteor shower.

Ann contends that he was like an outsider, and he didn't move for a while after falling down.

"Are you here to avenge?"

A beautiful young man shouted at Ann. The voice of these people was special, just like the echo of Konggu, with its own sound effects. Therefore, everyone's voice is very nice and quiet. The clothes they wear are all of the coarse cloth or cotton and linen materials, and there is an indescribable nobleness in the simplicity.

These people are obviously well-trained to cooperate with each other, they are advancing and retreating, and seven or eight people are constantly advancing and retreating, but the formation is still constantly suppressed. The old man was obviously annoyed, his eyes turned upwards, his white eyes disappeared, and his eyes seemed to turn half a circle in his orbits, replaced by blood-red eyes.

"Be careful!"

An Zheng hadn't had time to answer, and he shouted after seeing the old man's changes.

Suddenly, there were countless extremely thin silk threads squirting out of the old man's eyes, each of which did not even contain one percent of the hair. So it seemed that the silk thread spewing out of the eyes was just two strands, but the light in this chamber became darker almost instantaneously after being scattered.

Those silk threads rushed forward very quickly and spread rapidly. In addition to the girl, the longbow and feather arrows used by other people are also good instruments, but they are far from the girl. The feather arrows of these people are substantial, not by vigor.

A mass of silk thread caught a feather arrow in the air, and then spun towards a young man. The handsome young man's face changed, holding the long bow and sending arrows, and the light of the arrow burned up with a faint red flame, as if to burn all those silk threads. However, the flame was too weak, and the silk thread blocked the hair in the whole room. After being burned, it quickly extinguished the flame.

An unpleasant smell appeared in the secret room, and it made people's heads feel dull and disgusting.

The silk thread came flying with a feather arrow, and poked it on the forehead of the boy with a puff. Feather arrow pierced from the forehead and pierced from the back of the head, and it was stuck there. The young man shouted and fell backward. But when the body was less than a foot above the ground, he suddenly stood upright. The silk thread counted from his wound into his head, and after a while, hair-like things got out of his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and blood was still dripping down.

After a few seconds, the teenager's body began to twist, and his bones made a clicking sound. Then he suddenly turned around and rushed towards his closest companion.

"A group of lowly spirit clan remnants."

After a lot of chaos, the old man said, "You should have wiped out all of you at the beginning. If it wasn't for your quick escape, you would have gone to **** to accompany your father and grandfather. Those of you who think you are noble are really poor. Guys, they should be hidden in the dungeon like maggots and do n’t come out. You are the only ones left, and dare to run out and find their own death ... The blood of the spirit race has already been used up, since you ran yourself Sacrifice, then I will accept it. "

The girl's eyes were red when she heard these words, and she could not hold her lips with an arrow. Her arrow is the most special, with an unspeakable power, where the hair-like silk thread is cut off. But because the thread was too much, too thick and too dense, her feather arrows could not break the old man's defense.

"The spirit treasure's treasure moon bow is really wasted in your hands, you are the descendant of the so-called king of the spirit family, called Du Piaoran. I have long heard that there is another princess of the spirit family who is alive, pure blood, if it is If you get it, you can more than double the power of the blood man. "

The hair was parted, and the horrible face of the old man came out.

"Those of you that are not in the Five Elements are useless, except that you think you are long and look good. The only thing that makes me look is that your blood is the best blood medium. Little girl film, I still have to Thank you, the dead ghost, the king of the spirit family who is a shit. When the blood man was first developed, it was always impossible to fuse the blood of humans with the blood of monsters. The blood is different and the blood lines are not connected. Fortunately, I have consulted ancient books to get important information. The blood of your spiritual race is the best and purest blood medium, which can fuse anything from different species ... Hahahaha, you know I call this special ability What? "

The old man's eyelids rolled over, as if looking at the girl: "Called hybrids ... You spiritual people are hybrids, and your father is an old hybrid, that is a small hybrid. But thank you father, if you don't have the plan, then you don't smoothly."

Blood shed tears in the girl's eyes, and after screaming in the sky, he began to make great strides forward. At each step, hundreds of arrows were shot.

The old man suddenly opened his mouth, and a viper-like thing came out of his mouth, but just reached the girl in a flash, quickly entangle the girl. There were many disgusting meat thorns on the tongue, hanging on the girl's clothes like a hook. As the tongue contracted and torn, the girl's skirt was torn apart, revealing a section of white body.

The next second, those flesh thorns may penetrate into the body of the girl.

"You hybrids of the spirit race, it sounds like the psychic of all things. But the word hybrid is the best explanation ... the breath of all things merges to form these things for you. But it is undeniable that you guys are fine The tender meat is much better than other things. The human meat is sour, your meat is slightly sweet, and delicious. Especially if you are a princess of the spirit family, the blood is pure and it must taste good. "

His body moved forward, the messy silk thread separated, and a black and dirty thing came out of it.

"Before eating you, you are such a beautiful person with a beautiful body, and it's a waste of discomfort."

The disgusting thing came like a snake and went straight to the girl. The girl's face was already pale, her body was writhing uncontrollably, and her arms, legs, and slender waist were all struggling with bleeding marks. The more struggling, the more violently the clothes tear, the more attractive the body looks.

"call……"

Ann sighed. Hearing this, he understood what was going on. He didn't shoot before because he wasn't sure if these so-called spirit people and Yaowanggu people were the same.

boom!

Ten thousand tons of heavy eight-fold black heavy ruler fell from midair, hitting the disgusting thing heavily, and directly smashing into the mud.

With a cry, the old man's painful face was twisted.

An Zheng looked at the young girl, the purple electric wind blade appeared in rotation, and the silk thread around her was cut off in a few moments. That is not a pure wind blade, but a purple electricity formation, which seems to be a simple cyclone, but in fact, each purple electricity wind blade contains 99,000 thunders of power, as fine as a needle, sharp Such as the blade. In other words, if someone is hit by this piece of purple electric wind blade, it is equivalent to 99,000 times being blown by the power of the thunder.

After those purple electric wind blades cut off their hair, Tian Dao Lei quickly attacked along the hairline, and the old man was current through the whole body even without the reaction time. Almost all the threads of the secret room were burned, and the unpleasant smell was even heavier.

An Zheng rubbed his nose and looked disgusted.

"People and people practice the path, but you just take a path that no beast does."

He threw out a dress, which floated up and fell on the girl.

An Zheng walked past the girl and walked towards the old man.

"Are you Xiao Xiaosheng?"

An Zheng asked.

The old man's uncomfortable writhing, but he couldn't resist this power, and he couldn't even speak.

"It seems that you are not, at most it is an avatar."

An Zheng reached out with one hand and faced the old man far away, a purple light cluster swirled in the palm of his hand, and countless powers of thunder coiled together to form a thunder ball. Go out and disappear in the air. The old man was on guard, but he couldn't feel the breath at all. He didn't even care when Anzheng was standing there before, because Anzheng didn't have the breath that practitioners should have.

boom!

The thunder ball suddenly appeared in front of the old man's head and exploded, the power control was just right, and the disgusting head just blew up. Blood spurted up and the scene was bloody.

"who are you?"

The girl suddenly asked after An Zheng, "Why do I vaguely feel that you have something close to us."

Anzheng glanced back at her: "Go back, revenge is an important thing, no one can persuade anyone to stop, but not in the case where you are going to take a group of your relatives and friends to death. I am not familiar with the spirit race, But I am familiar with hatred ... "

After saying this, An Zheng walked towards the exit without looking back.

The girl rubbed her dark clothes and lowered her head for a while, then shouted, "My name is Du Ruo!"