Chapter 155

Li dingxun is in the dark corridor. His armor is like a mountain, and his armor is like a forest. Now these fine pores have been completely filled with blood, continuously infiltrating and dripping to the ground. On this corridor, bone chips, minced meat, poisonous needles and long guns are scattered Li dingxun is not a human being. He surpasses human beings. He is a torrent.

"Let's see, here comes a lion cub!" In the dim light ahead, a slender ghost rose. The visitor stepped forward and showed a face as white as frost in the gray sunlight outside the window.

Li dingxun didn't mean to talk nonsense. Step forward and punch!

Boom!

A huge earthquake occurred in the corridor. In a flash, it was like a typhoon passing through the corridor, setting off a raging wave.

The other side let out a piercing scream, flying in the air like a puppet, and a whirlpool of strange force weakened the strength of the fist layer by layer, while the white faced man flew like a paper kite, sliding into the dark and disappeared with a smile.

In vain, Li dingxun was not in a hurry to catch up and continued to move forward slowly.

Dudu's footsteps, through the corridor, into another hall.

There was still a smell of lampblack in the air, and the lamp on the long column in the hall was not long out.

In addition to the light smoke, there is a heavy smell - odor. It's like falling into a stinky River, like a pile of bones, like a river of floating corpses, like a vulture's nest. In a word, it's a stink that can't be tolerated by human beings.

Li dingxun's pace is still smooth.

The shadow seems to be endowed with quality by silence here. It trembles with the movement of human form. The water waves are arranged and merged, and the tides move back and forth.

A low gasp breaks the depression and comes from the corner, like a mouse stealing food.

Li dingxun walked over and found a boy in ragged clothes shivering beside the wall. He smelled of sweat, blood and urine. He was sitting on a broken reed mat. Behind him was a child's corpse, which was rotten and full of maggots.

The gasps are increasing.

Li dingxun took out the torch and lit it. A little light came on, bringing a thin light - enough, enough for him to see the tragedy.

The road in the center of the hall is wide and smooth, while the two sides are full of children, the disabled, the old and the sick.

Death is engraved here, and the walls full of relief are all hell scenes.

Tongue extraction, bone extraction, needling, cracking, noodle shaving, burning, peeling

Li dingxun understood that this was not death.

The totem here - pain.

And fear.

On the high steps in the depth of the hall, a river of blood suddenly fell from the zenith.

Li dingxun narrowed his eyes to adapt to the strong light. He watched the bright blood rushing down like a waterfall, like a bloody curtain with silk like light. It seemed that he was still being blown by the wind, falling, falling in a pool behind the high level, making a loud noise, whining to the whole hall and to the world.

Twelve men in blood appear on the high level.

The sky lights up their faces, but they can't see through their shadows, let alone their demons.

"Shixiangmen has a master like you. He has to rush all the way to the blood pool temple, but it's over."

The man in the center was tall, even a head taller than Li dingxun. He had blood hair, shawls and scarlet eyes. He was the leader of the sect, Yu Yuandi.

The leader of the evil sect had a banter smile on his face and a slow tone. He didn't pay any attention to Li dingxun and didn't care about the dead cult.

"Whose disciple are you? Let me guess, it's less than 20... "

Li dingxun put out a fight. Words are no longer willing to listen, his intention to kill has almost burst his skin.

Yu Yuan's face darkened. "What a arrogant young man, don't you know how to respect the elder? I'll teach you a lesson! "

Li dingxun came out gently.

God one step, big clumsy hand.

The best external skill in the world.

The face of the blood demon changed dramatically, this palm!

It's no longer the momentum of competition, it's no longer the artistic conception of martial arts. The challenge arena of these top martial artists is broken by this palm!

Compare is internal force, compare is strength!

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

Boom!!!

The wild and gorgeous roof of the holy city of blood flies up and explodes in the air.

The mist shrouded in the valley of blood is blown away by the wind.

Look at the twelve monsters again. Now there is no ashes left.

Li dingxun slowly closed his hands.

Just want to leave.

A familiar voice came.

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

Li dingxun suddenly turned back.

The blood waterfall splits and comes out of twelve blood dripping human figures.

It is Yu Yuandi and his party.

"It's a formidable young man!" The skin on Yu Yuan's enemy's face was slowly reorganizing, "is this the big clumsy hand? Why do you have such a strong spirit? "

Li dingxun moved. Are these guys immortal?

"Unexpected? This is the great power of XiangshuGod first level, blood boy does not die!

Li dingxun frowned. Such power is by no means unlimited. So, what's the price?

He couldn't think more. Twelve people had already formed a battle and jumped on him.

Blood pool ghost claw!

This place is full of blood. This move can get the greatest blessing. Although it's a super third level move, its power is close to the second level.

"Twelve blood children battle!"

The distorted shadow of the boy appeared in the air and gave a piercing baby cry to Li dingxun. However, Li dingxun was not moved. He was like a tight machine, boxing from left to right.

"How long can you last?"

"Give up!"

"If you die, there's no trouble!"

Li dingxun is very proud!

Boom!

The dome is flying again, the sun is more and more unbridled, shining on this hell field, and the hanging blood waterfall is more and more bright.

The undead twelve come out again.

There is no extra greeting. The third meeting is a fight between life and death.

"Die

"Wouldn't it be nice to die at ease?"

Big clumsy hand!

Again and again, they are crushed into ashes and revived again and again.

The blood waterfall will never dry up. The only thing that will change is the demons of the blood cult. Their words are less and less, but their looks are more and more numb. This does not mean that their moves are weakening. On the contrary, the more they sink, the more their strength is soaring!

"How many times can you do it?"

"It's no use."

Silence is the answer.

Only silence, only move.

Big bad hand.

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

From the blood waterfall again and again, the human figures of the leader of Xueyu sect and others have been distorted, and the strange appearance of terror appears on their bodies.

Twisted will is full of here, even if the sun is shining, but evil and filth have come up.

Jue Level 2 is the master of demons. He is red all over when he works. These are the red poison he swallows when practicing martial arts. After being attacked by foreign enemies, the red poison will be transferred to the enemy.

Every time they die, the twelve blood mongrels will draw blood poison from the blood waterfall and release it with the help of demons. Now a large amount of poison fog has accumulated into a shallow poison beach. The innocent people in the hall struggle to die like maggots. Even in extreme pain, they dare not leave the hall. The toxicity of

has reached the point of gold melting and iron corrosion. The slab of the main hall is bubbling with bubbles.

Both sides of the war are sinking.

A little bit, seems to sink into hell.