Bug Master In Doomsday

The power of the blood horse fist was a lore, and Wang Mang's arms were wiped out into strands of ashes under the fist.

That special **** energy was transferred from the arm to the chest, barely saving Wang Mang's cracked heart. After all, the heart of the transcendent body is not broken, and his body will not completely collapse.

Wang Mang, who had lost his arms, oozes blood, his face is grim, but he looks at the blood horse with white hair and beard, but he laughs arrogantly: "Blood horse, the time for your forbidden technique is coming soon, isn't it that you can kill it? Did I die a hundred times? Why am I still alive?"

Wang Mang’s arrogant sarcasm was still fruitful, and the blood-horse wrinkled face showed a touch of resentment.

His skin is aging extremely fast, his loose flesh is like silt in a river ditch, exuding a rotten and disgusting smell, and the aura of self-reliance in the sky and the earth is rapidly weakening.

The forbidden technique he used has indeed reached the time limit, but even if he is dead, can he really keep Wang Mang alive?

There was a trace of unknown meaning on his ugly face that looked like an old bark. He stared at Wang Mang with his eyes open, and his piercing voice was as hoarse as a knife: "You will die, Wang Mang! Haha!"

After talking about his broken little finger, he nodded Wang Mang from a distance. The body that had already been supported to the limit shattered suddenly, and when the cold wind blew, a smelly ashes disappeared into the vast world with the breeze.

"I've already died once! Even God wants me to live, but you can still let me die? Is it possible that you have more face than God?"

Wang Mang seemed to heaved a sigh of relief, muttering to himself, his bloodshot and dizzy brain was uncontrollable thinking about, wouldn't all people die? What nonsense this blood horse is talking about.

A group of black evil spirits condensed with countless twisted faces galloped to Wang Mang's side, supporting the injured Wang Mang with the soft cloud-like mist.

"Master, now the most powerful enemy is dead, what shall we do?"

"Find a place to recuperate!"

Wang Mang closed his eyes weakly, his head empty. He didn't want to think about where the raid battle in this city was, whether it failed or succeeded, he was really tired.

The body and will were almost completely destroyed under the two punches of the blood horse, and now he can't even guarantee rational thinking.

He held Wang Mang, who had snored slightly, and landed in front of a wooden house that was basically intact. Invisible and innocent, he gently placed Wang Mang on the bench in the courtyard, and he barely strengthened into a semi-human figure. , Went through the wall and went into the wooden house to observe.

Two corpses whose chests and abdomen were cut by sharp blades, the smelly intestines were mixed with blood flowing all over the ground, and the two pairs of eyes that had never been squinted did not contain the slightest color, and they looked a little bit oozing.

Floating next to the two corpses, a few strands of evil spirits circled around the knife edge, as if high-strength glue bluntly joined the divided flesh.

"Deng~Deng!" The cold-skinned corpse stiffly climbed up from the ground, and there was a three-point black in his eyes without focus.

They took out the mop from a utility room, mopped the tiles that were stained with blood, and then ran to a guest room, changing the quilt and sheets on the bed.

The brand-new white looked pleasing to the eye, and Wu Jian nodded in satisfaction. The figure flashed, and the door of the wooden house opened, sending Wang Mang lying in the yard to Volley.