Repugnant Gateway

An Zheng walked out with a meandering difficulty, and every step was a huge torment for him. As if there were some beasts in his body, he was devouring his internal organs unscrupulously, and seemed to be able to break his body at any time.

That is not something casual, it is a force that humans simply cannot bear. The body of Anzheng was forcibly infused with the power of **** by the eighteen monarchs, and it is still the most powerful force of hell, still eighteen!

The inner dans of the eighteen monarchs condensed in one place in the Anzheng body, and began to merge with each other because of the same strength. And this fusion is unbearable for Anzheng. He is the hardest and most violent force in the world, and it is precisely the hardest and most violent force that enters his body.

These two forces are similar, and no one will compromise with anyone. In Anzheng's body is the battlefield, every inch of skin and even every cell is the battlefield. The army formed by these two forces takes his meridians and blood vessels as the road, fighting one by one and fighting one by one.

An Zheng's footsteps were extremely heavy, but he knew he couldn't stay any longer. Once there was something wrong with him at this time, there was no one to protect it. This palace is where the dead insects are kept, and someone will come soon.

In the past, An Zheng walked for half an hour for a distance that could not be used for one minute. His body showed signs of cracking, and every step of the process left blood footprints on the sand. The skin of his legs had broken apart, as if they had been crossed by thousands of blades at the same time, and the blood was flowing. However, he did not stop. He told himself that he must not stop.

Tormented and pained, An Zheng walked out three or five miles away and could no longer walk. The massive loss of blood made him gradually lose his strength. He leaned against the dune's shady side and gasped for a long time, looking around, he could already feel the fluctuations of the world's vitality.

There was a bang in the sky in the distance, and An Zheng looked over there, and a figure passed like a falling meteor towards the place where the dead insects were raised. Because the speed is too fast, the position of the air explodes when this person passes through midair, the sound of the air explosion has just appeared, and the person is already far away. With a burst of gas, the man went directly into the underground palace.

An Zheng tried to stand up, but unfortunately he had no strength at all. Too much bloodthirst, coupled with the unbearable pain in the body at this time, he has reached the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, there was a lot of wind and sand on the desert, and the blood stains left by him all the way were temporarily buried by the wind and sand. But those masters will be extremely sensitive to the **** smell, and finding an argument is only a matter of time.

Anzheng looked down at the meandering coma in her arms. She bowed her head and kissed her lips. There was love in her eyes.

"Live well."

An Zheng tried to summon the appearance of God of War, but there was no way to summon it if he was too badly injured. Because the power in the body is no longer pure, the power of **** has the upper hand, so he tried a few times without success.

A light loss appeared on Anzheng's face, but soon disappeared. He was a free and easy person, and his favorite woman was by his side. He had forgotten his life and death.

His thoughts moved, but fortunately the anti-scale **** armor could still sense. An Zheng covered the anti-scale **** armor on Qu Liuxi, and then summoned his broken army sword and placed it next to Qu Liuxi.

The anti-scale **** armor was transformed into 108 fast armor pieces, forming a circular defensive layer that enveloped the meander and the broken army sword. Anzheng's hand pressed down, and the anti-scale **** armor began to sink slowly into the desert with a meander and a broken army sword.

After working hard to finish these, An Zheng raised his head and looked at the sunset in the distance.

He thought to himself that this life is really different from the previous one. The mechanical stereotypes of my last life lived like a high-speed machine. And this life is so colorful, with brothers who have their own life and death, and women who are beloved. He smiled in the corner of his mouth, but his eyes gradually became loose.

The anti-scale **** armor protects the meander and sinks into the desert. An Zheng knows that she will be sad when she wakes up, but he has no other choice.

He raised his hand hard and wiped the corners of his mouth, where there was a slight smell of meandering, he smiled and said that this life is worth it.

The sunset falls and the sky is full of red clouds.

Ann closed his eyes slowly, he couldn't hold it anymore. Those eighteen kings and **** can't help but infuse the hegemonic **** power into his body, and have never considered how a living person like him can bear the power of such a domineering undead. But Ann did not hate them, after all, they were also in favor of gratitude.

The last touch of red disappeared from the horizon, and it was replaced by black, light ink.

The remaining light is about to disappear, and An Zheng raises his hand to catch anything, but there is nothing in the air. With a snapping sound, the back of his raised hand cracked open, and the two forces were still fighting in his body.

"Shit ... I'm dead, where are you going to fight?"

An Zheng murmured to himself, his eyelids could no longer hold.

The sound of footsteps came from a distance and slammed into the desert, apparently rushing over. An Zheng felt that the footsteps were getting closer and closer, but he had no strength to open his eyes. Fortunately, Xiaoliuer will be fine.

He was thinking, thinking, and sleeping.

A crackling sound appeared in Anzheng's ear, and it sounded so painful. An Zheng vaguely heard a familiar voice, and there was an eagerness in the voice.

"You can't **** die, Fatty doesn't allow it!"

An Zheng couldn't open his eyes, unconsciously raised his finger and pointed to the ground.

Du Shoushen didn't understand what An Zheng meant, and asked silly, "Kneel down for you?"

An Zheng felt that his mouth was cooler, and then there was a burst of moisture, a stream of liquid poured from his throat, and his body seemed to be better. The fiery tearing pain in his throat weakened a little, and he tried his best to say two words.

"Foolish."

Du Shoushou: "Your uncle's ..."

Anzheng's hand poked at the sand on the ground: "Little ... Little Liu'er."

Du Shoushou: "Fuck, you buried Xiaoliu alive? You bastard!"

An Zheng: "Stupid ..."

I really have no energy to continue scolding.

At this moment, the desert suddenly shook, and An Zheng used his last thought to raise the meander from the desert. His palm was raised in the air, and his fingers poked on Du's skinny nose: "You're so stupid ... I'm gone, who will change your diaper."

With a click, Anzheng's hand fell down weakly and hit the sand.

Du Shoushou shouted: "I **** you uncle! I don't allow you to die!"

Galou Luocheng, the life and death of the inn in the inn all fear. They saw the burly and muscular fat man holding a **** corpse in both hands, and they all hid inside the counter in fright.

"he died?"

Bai Jiuli hid behind the counter and asked timidly, then was scared by Du Shou's murderous eyes. What kind of eyes are those, the red ones seem to be burning.

"Take some hot water, my brother will take a shower!"

Du Shoushou said aloud, and then strode upstairs with An Zheng's body. Qu Liuxi seemed to follow behind him calmly, without saying a word, and she seemed to have nothing to say. Her calmness is just ashamed.

Du Shoushou held An Zheng and went upstairs, but Bai Jiuli didn't dare to delay, and he quickly got people to burn hot water and send it up. Du Shoushou helped Anzheng to take off his **** clothes, and Anzheng was already terrified. A little black air rushed in and out under his skin like earthworms. No one was good in his body, and black lumps of gas drilled out of the wound and sucked back.

Standing in a meander, her pale and scary expression remained calm. She leaned over and put it in the hot water, and wiped him carefully, but the place where the hand touched it was a piece of meat. drop down. A moment later, the large pot of hot water turned black, and the cracked flesh floated inside.

Xiu Xixi bent over to hug An Zheng out, and Du Shou shouted loudly, "Change the water!"

"no need."

Xiqu Xi summoned the Huangqu Pill Furnace, which looked dim and dull.

"you will die!"

Gu Qianye rushed in from the outside to see the meandering look, grabbed her hand. Qu Liuxi glanced at Gu Qianye: "I once told you that if I die, I must die after him. Otherwise, he would not be able to bear the pain without my days. Now, it is me live."

A light purple flame bloomed in her hands, like a lotus flower. The purple fire makes the Huangqu Dan furnace look brighter. Chen Liuxi lifted An Zhengping into the Huangqu Dan furnace: "I can save you once, and I can save you a second time."

Her body trembled, and there was blood at the corner of her mouth.

"Buddha is born, and Tao is born, and the devil is born. Whether it is Buddha, Tao, or demon. Whether it is human, fairy world, hell. In fact, it is nothing more than human. People say they are gods, that is gods. If you fall into the devil yourself, that is the devil. People say that the world is a world, and people say that **** is a hell. "

The sound appeared nearby, as if not far away, and as if there was nothing. Everyone heard clearly, but no one knew who said that. They turned around to look around and saw nothing.

Suddenly, the golden light flashed, and a white-bearded old man appeared beside me. He looked like a ghost, and he didn't know where it came from. At this moment, Qu Liuxi found that An Zheng's left eye was open.

The old man looked at Qu Liuxi, reached out and pressed it on her shoulder, and the purple fire in Qu Liuxi's palm disappeared.

"You can't save him, you die."

The old man Wen Shan smiled: "Besides, how can a person like him be so easy to die. For him, all chances are difficult. All difficulties are also opportunities. You all say that he has good luck , That's good luck. If a person with such good luck dies in the hands of a few dead bastards, wouldn't it be a joke? "

The old man's hand clicked on Anzheng's forehead: "No one can save him, he saves himself."

This time, An Zheng's body suddenly disappeared.

Qu Liuxi's face changed: "Where is he ?!"

The figure of the old Taoist also disappeared, and the voice came from a farther place: "Stand by and wait, he doesn't want to die, no one can kill him in this life. He fights with people, and fights with magic, hidden in the body. Heaven, holding life and death, **** ... not daring to accept him. "