As long as there is blood, the gods will kill you

In the explosion of punches and guns, Huo Yong's body was thrown into the air.

The line of sight was covered with scarlet.

All that was left of the scarlet red was the radiant figure in the distance.

He was lying among the ruins, and the falling of a few pieces of rubble completely blocked his sight.

With a final glance, he seemed to see many companions rushing towards the gods.

Just now, he showed his supernatural power and held the god alone, consuming a full double-digit percentage of his divine breath.

The proportion of decline in the strength of this peculiar god was not as exaggerated as expected.

But fighting was never just his business.

During Huo Yong's intermission, countless people took over!

Lying in ruins, shrouded in darkness.

He gasped heavily, his face turned from pain to hideous.

The alien species invaded and the abyss descended.

Da Zhou's situation is extremely difficult.

Now there are still so-called gods to bully people.

We just want to survive, why not.

Consciousness gradually blurred, thoughts began to drift.

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"... Tell me what happened over there, and there was such a terrifying aura erupting out of nowhere."

"I always feel that there is a strong man fighting, is it a general?"

"I think it's really possible that he's a general. I heard that in the Battle of Hongfeng, that Li...some people have long disliked him, and maybe he really started fighting."

Several people were chattering.

Not only them, but others are also discussing enthusiastically.

A major battle just took place in the first half of this year, and everyone has not been relieved from it.

As a result, just a month ago, at dusk, a burst of violent white light suddenly erupted in the distance of the northern capital, accompanied by deafening battle sounds.

The air waves splashed, and the shock could be felt everywhere in the capital.

Everyone has been discussing for several days, and the night watchman gave an ambiguous answer: found traces of high-level aliens, and many extraordinary people rounded up and killed the opponent successfully.

It's just that the explanation is too vague, and many doubts don't make sense.

A month later, the heat is still unabated.

A figure on the podium silently listened to the voices of the crowd without expressing any opinions.

He is about 1.7 meters five, with a normal body and an ordinary appearance.

It belongs to the kind that is thrown into the sea of ​​people and cannot be found in a blink of an eye.

"Yongzi, do you want to have dinner together?"

"No, I have something to do later." Huo Yong shook his head.

The man stood in front of him, looking up and down for a while, rather strangely, "Have you been on your mind recently?"

"What can I worry about?" Huo Yong replied.

"Was it rejected by some girl?" The man smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, take your time, you still have a long time, and you will get better in the future."

"Well, everything will be fine."

Huo Yong forced a smile back.

He left the academy in silence all the way, took the subway, and finally stopped in front of the chief of the night watch department.

After a series of identity checks, he finally entered a house and sat on the sofa a little stiffly.

There was a long silence in the room.

The figure sitting at the table slowly said, "Have you thought about it?"

"Well, think it over." After a while, Huo Yong nodded.

At that time, his face was still a little green.

Just an ordinary teaching assistant.

"I'm not sure if the method is effective. I can only say that this is a big gamble, and it's your future fate." The gray-haired old man said calmly.

"There is still the fate of Da Zhou." Huo Yong scratched his head.

The old man nodded slightly.

But he didn't say it.

All eggs are not put in one basket.

If Huo Yong disagrees, there will be other people on top.

Agree, if he fails, he will bear everything alone.

Huo Yong didn't know all this.

What was his mental journey at that time, maybe no one knows.

After thinking for a long time, he raised his head again and looked at the old man who had witnessed the end of the era.

The look said it all.

He did know what kind of ending he would face.

Su Jianyang stopped dissuading.

Press the button at hand, the light in the room begins to dim, and the projector projects a halo on the wall.

It was a beautiful and indescribable figure.

"What is this?" Huo Yong asked subconsciously.

"I don't know." Su Jianyang replied.

Huo Yong suddenly thought of something, "A month ago..."

"Yes." Su Jianyang spoke slowly, and the picture on the screen was also changing, "This is just a simulated scene reproduced by the research institute, not the real image of the enemy. He is really not to be seen directly."

"He is extremely powerful, and with an aura that does not belong to this world, he descended on a location [-] kilometers away from the northern capital."

Two hundred kilometers? !

Huo Yong was terrified.

Even from such a distance, Beidu can feel the fluctuations. What kind of battle is this?

"This battle is indeed the strongest creature that Dazhou has ever encountered, and the opponent has shown strength far beyond the fifth level."

Su Jianyang said.

Huo Yong was silent again.

"After a tough battle, we managed to suppress the opponent, but we couldn't kill him."

Su Jianyang looked indifferently, "To this day, no matter how hard I try, I can't kill him."

He gave Huo Yong enough time to think, and after a while,

"You still have a chance to refuse now, you can leave after clearing this memory."

Huo Yong didn't speak, just shook his head lightly.

Su Jianyang understood.

Stretching out his hand, he took out a brocade box from the side.

Push it in front of Huo Yong.

"Open it and see."

He did so and opened it.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Open the lid, it is a beating, black, somewhat skull-shaped heart!

"The heart of the despicable, a magical forbidden item."

"When you do despicable deeds, it strengthens your talents and abilities."

"Your ability is related to eating seeds. I heard that you can swallow pollution and turn it into your own use?"

Huo Yong nodded, "Yes, Mr. Su."

Looking at the devil-like creation in front of him, he gradually understood the road he was about to face.

"Use it, then abandon your comrades, your companions."

"Even if it's a life-and-death crisis."

"Even if their family is ruined."

"No help."

Su Jianyang said so.

Huo Yong pursed his lips, "Mr. Su... how long do I want to use it?"

"Until the next time that kind of creature comes, it may be five years later, or it may be a lifetime." Su Jianyang looked calm, "Once the heart of the despicable is used, it cannot be removed."

This is indeed a big gamble.

But Huo Yong agreed.

With the despicable behavior again and again, his talent, which had already reached the fifth level, began to be continuously strengthened and improved!

Absorb pollution and turn it into your own use.

Gradually, he was able to suck despair, suck pain, suck all kinds of negative emotions!

Abandoning teammates again and again.

Turning around and running away again and again.

In suffering and self-blame, in cold eyes and boundless abuse.

He became the first person in the Great Week to fall into a well twice.

Every day and night will suffer boundless pain as punishment.

The heart of a despicable person strengthens his talent, and he doubts himself because of his despicable actions again and again.

Then use the strengthened ability to swallow up these despairs.

Sober and fallen.

Falling back to sobriety.

Repeatedly, year after year, year after year!

A full ten years!

No one appreciates his will, and today he finally has an audience.

Click!

In a trance, he heard a crisp sound.

It was the sound of the broken heart of the vile.

A steady stream of pollution and despair circulated around Huo Yong.

Bang!

The eight tentacles formed by the pollution condensed the bricks and rocks!

He is thin and three meters tall.

This ten-year accumulation finally became a qualitative change after he completely digested the fragments of divine breath!

Spiritual breath will be obliterated by pollution.

The god itself cannot be killed.

Then if the pollution is compressed and recompressed, what about the strong pollution formed?

On the ground, two polluted palms suddenly emerged, grabbing the legs of Light and Shadow who was wielding a spear.

He hasn't reacted yet.

An arm condensed from strong pollution pierced His chest! !

ten years.

What Da Zhou has to do is never just to suppress this high-ranking creature.

The former deserter was no longer a human body, and the eight tentacles flying behind him fell down hard!

today.

Ants also want to kill gods!