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

Several people looked at Fang Yang's back.

Without hesitation, he walked directly into it.

The cold mountain wind blows head-on, chilling people's hearts.

"drop--!"

The instrument hung on the waist of one of the night watchmen made a soft sound and began to operate.

The latest spirit detection device of the research institute can detect the concentration of the surrounding spirit.

"There is really a residual spirit."

The team members picked up the equipment and confirmed it, "General Fang, we may need to go deep into the mountains."

"it is good."

Xiang Yang has no objection.

After losing the god-type object, Jingshan's ability to replicate has dropped a lot.

After everyone entered, it didn't take long for the clones to rush out, but even the fourth level was quite reluctant, and no new ones were born after they were broken up.

"here."

After advancing a certain distance, Xiang Yang paused and flew towards a certain place to attack.

Gray-white fireworks were ignited on the fist, and he slapped forward, and the fire burst out suddenly, covering the front.

"There is... divine breath ahead."

The detectors' results were long overdue.

"As expected of Fang Zhanjiang."

Several people were quite amazed.

The senses are so keen, if the instrument wants to catch up to Fang Zhanjiang's current level, I'm afraid it will have to work harder for a while.

As for them... they didn't notice the divine breath at all.

The flames that could kill the gods swept past, and the faint breath in the air naturally couldn't escape.

Xiang Yang led the way, purifying while walking.

"It's less than expected." He said, "From this point of view, there shouldn't be a second god-type object in Mirror Mountain."

"Nothing is a good thing." The team members echoed, "One god-type item will cause damage to Da Zhou, and another one will cause us to be busy again."

"Anyway, everyone, be careful, stay vigilant, and don't be contaminated with this special energy."

Xiang Yang reminded, "Jiang Zhan will have a special purification method. Believe me, you definitely don't want to experience what it's like."

The players' hearts tightened.

"Hey, there is..." Suddenly a team member looked at the mountain wall.

Hearing the words, everyone looked.

I saw a huge pothole in the middle of the cliff not far away, dense cracks scattered, and a few wisps of dull color left by some unknown liquid.

Xiang Yang glanced at it and then looked away.

"That, when I entered Mirror Mountain, the trace left by the battle with the clone."

As he spoke, he pointed forward, "At that time, we were fighting from here to there."

"The gravel here was splashed out at that time, and these fallen trees..."

Everyone moved forward, and the traces of battle became more and more obvious.

Mountains and rocks are broken, and the earth is cracked.

The traces left by the battle seemed to bring everyone's thoughts back to that day.

The huge mountain range was torn apart, and it didn't feel real when you were on the outside. The further you go in, the more you can find the horror of the battle.

Xiang Yang's record is concentrated in the abyss, and the team members really haven't seen him go all out in the big week.

Seeing this messy scene really makes one's scalp tingle slightly.

As we move inward, the terrain begins to shrink and change, the peaks on both sides shrink, leaving a long and narrow road in the middle.

The towering mountain wall squeezed the sky above the head, and when I looked up, I could barely see a small piece.

The standard Yixiantian terrain is not far from the place where the original gods were stored.

However, what spoils the beauty is that the right half of the canyon has been hammered to a third, which is obviously shorter than the left side.

Since the first line of sky, the concentration of divine breath here has risen to a higher level, and the color of the instrument has changed to yellow, which represents a danger warning.

"Let's go here." Xiang Yang said.

Several team members were taken aback, "Fang Zhanjiang?"

"I'm a high-ranking person with special abilities. Just leave the matter of purification to me. You wait outside Mirror Mountain."

"This..." Several people looked at each other.

"Why are you hesitating? If you really encounter danger, can you hold on longer than me?" Xiang Yang smiled, "Go out and wait. If there is danger or special circumstances, I will call you."

As he spoke, he pointed to the instrument on his waist.

"Of course, if you haven't been notified, there's no need to force your way in for support."

"I have a hunch that if I go further inside, I might experience a battle."

Several team members were silent for a moment, looking at each other, it was not right to continue to move forward, and it was not right to turn their heads to leave.

"Fang Zhanjiang... this is not appropriate..."

"There's nothing inappropriate, go ahead, wait outside, Mr. Ye should have told you that Mirror Mountain is very dangerous." Xiang Yang smiled again.

Several people were silent again.

After a while, they stopped insisting, "Fang Zhanjiang, let's wait outside. If there is any abnormality, please send us a message in time."

"Yes." Xiang Yang nodded.

Watching the few people go away until they disappeared from sight, he turned his head back again.

The expression on his face didn't change much, or in other words, the color in his eyes became calmer.

He stretched out his palm and swayed gently with the wind blowing.

In the next second, the heart beat.

A circle of air waves spread out in all directions!

A circle of gray-white flames suddenly rose from the bottom of his eyes, and the flames burned together in his palms.

Then throw it forward.

boom--!

The fire suddenly ignited, igniting the divine breath in front of him.

Fang Xiangyang quietly watched the burning flames.

After a while, the fire light gradually faded, and he walked forward slowly.

The divine aura was almost completely burned, and the few remaining wisps of breath were like the few remaining cigarettes, burning the last wisp of smoke.

Xiangyang stretched out his index finger, hooked it lightly, and these broken breaths rushed towards him, lingering on the fingertips for a moment before dissipating completely.

He felt it carefully for a moment, then moved on.

The flames rose, and the divine breath remained.

Xiang Yang repeated this action continuously, going deeper into the mountains.

The silver trees and rocks are like mirrors of different shapes, reflecting his resolute face.

While walking and purifying, Xiangyang picked up a weed.

The silver-white weeds have a light-colored, complicated and mysterious texture.

He gently stroked the lines with his fingers.

If you use a magnifying glass... no, a microscope to look at it, you will find that the texture seems to be alive, attacking the skin of his fingertips.

With every attack, a tiny trace penetrates the skin and enters the body.

"Can even weeds contaminate an infestation?"

Xiangyang muttered to himself, thinking, "As long as you touch it, you may be polluted."

"Unknowingly change the biological form. This parasitic ability is far superior to that of the ghost species, and it is more hidden and unsolvable."

"No no, they're not the same."

"Parasite is more appropriate to describe the ghost species. Divine breath and divine pattern are a kind of assimilation pollution with strong aggressiveness."

"It's really a mysterious and powerful race that makes people fear."

"Do you think so, Jiang You?"

He started and looked into the distance.

The white-gold and blue special combat uniform made a sound of hunting under the cold wind, and the boy's hair danced wildly, like a lion hunting.

He stood upright, as if blending into the darkness, but also out of tune with the light reflected from the Mirror Mountain.

"Brother Fang, do you think I can trust you?" the young man said softly.

The eyes meet, and the pupils under the broken hair are full of inexplicable emotions. In this regard, the [-] meters seem to be stagnant for half a second under the influence of the aura of both sides.

Xiangyang stood up, and the gray flame ignited, burning up the weed.

The voice is gentle and gentle, with a smile on his face, just like his image all the time.

"Believe it or not, it's up to me. It looks like you want to fight with me?"

"..."

"..."

"Come on then."

The next second—

Gray-white flames and extremely intense shadows bloomed.

The collision of light and darkness erupted from this moment.

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