Waste Strong Foundation

The bluish-white fingers used for decoration on the top of the ghost gate are like the tentacles of a multi-legged creature, swaying and stretching, ingeniously directing the setting sun to the bottom of the sea.

Heavy Yin Qi came out from the crack in the door, intertwined and intertwined to form a colorless square cage.

It is also a natural barrier to isolate players from hearing and hearing.

Shang Yuan licked the corner of his mouth that was scratched by his teeth, and quickly adjusted his stiff right hand.

He squeezed his little finger and pulled it out, peeling off the bionic skin of the entire hand with a cruel force, exposing the silver-red phalanx.

The last sunset glow tried to kiss his fingertips, but was swung away neatly, and a few drops of blood hung tremblingly on the dandelion grass leaves.

The ghost mother snorted with great interest, put her neck in her neck and smiled lowly, then raised her head, her pair of black and red tiger eyes flashed a color called madness.

Her love is because she has been lonely and boring for tens of thousands of years, and her hatred has no reason, but she is extremely stubborn.

The goddess who dared to love and hate was ashamed until she died.

call!The Earth Mother opened her arms, and hundreds of little ghosts squeezed out their minions and tails from her armpits, and hurried to the opposite side.

Shang Yuan did not hesitate, and used the same method to tear off the skin covering the mechanical phalanx of his left hand.

He grabbed the faces of the two little devils with one hand and crushed them directly. With one hand, he clenched his fist and hit the jumping little devils continuously, and kicked them back with his legs.

The ghost mother scolded and turned sideways to avoid, not caring about saving the little ghost, turned her hands behind her back, swayed her left and right shoulders and sang softly:

"Kunlun Hill, the emperor's capital.

"Whether it's a hundred million miles to get the gods, or a hundred million miles and nine steps to enter my ghost mansion in Huangquan.

"Gods, please listen, it was he, the Enlightened Lord, who made me angry first, and it wasn't because I, a weak woman, wanted to use my true soul to kill him in the world—you are courting death!"

Tap!The infinite yin qi slaps the ghost gate inside and asks to join the war!

boom!The ghost gate built by the players was overwhelmed and shattered into pieces, and strange-looking evil spirits appeared in Yanchi grabbing the remaining door frame.

These ghosts all have three heads and six arms, with one, two, three, four holes in their chests, and they compete to overlap and merge into a big black tiger.

The ghost mother raised her hand again, ringing the pendant with the hairpin, the black hair on the temples broke free from the hair rope and flew in the wind, and the little ghosts hid in her hair and cried and moaned.

Amidst the mournful and cold howls of the ghosts, the sky became completely dark.

The grass is withered and the ground is cracked, the climate is as cold as late autumn and winter, accompanied by two high and distant thunders, the Yin Qi is superimposed layer by layer!

——As if the gods who lived in seclusion in the realm of the gods cast a glance and responded.

A gust of wind blew up, and the ghost mother thought she had received a hint from Di Jun, so she couldn't help laughing triumphantly with her hands on her hips.

Her head, body and limbs turned into a black tiger with bristling hair.

Shang Yuan reacted quickly, without waiting for the ghost mother to summon the other souls, he grabbed the tail of the nearest black tiger and threw it to the ground, snapping his fingers.

Crackling!Hair-thin rays of light radiate from the cold-colored finger bones at the edges.

Like an evil spirit full of death talent, it suddenly penetrated the black tiger's tailbone to the whole body, and every cell was tortured and burned thousands of times.

The ghost mother suffered from the pain, looked up to the sky and howled, and was anxious for a moment, ignoring the innocent lives here, devouring all the black tigers and revealing her real body!

This is the god of death who is in charge of the souls of the four seas and nine states, and also the poetess who drives the night with all her heart.

Its real body is a black tiger with nine heads.

It is more than three times more ferocious than the fake black tiger in Taishibi's illusion, as huge as a mountain, with an ugly and ferocious face.

The heads of each black tiger are very compact, even cramped, and their strong bodies completely obscure Shang Yuan's vision.

Shang Yuan was slightly taken aback, feeling that he had seen it somewhere before, and some strange images flashed in his mind.

Before he had time to think about it, he even rolled and galloped to escape the tiger's claws and the wind that kept onslaught, and jumped to a high place in embarrassment.

The amount of exercise in just a few tens of seconds is nothing compared to when I was in the warship laboratory.

However, his jacket has been soaked in sweat and hot body temperature and dried several times, making it look crumpled.

He is a weapon that doctors have spent a hundred years developing. He is a brigadier general who should have served on the front line and was promised a bright future.

But it all went down there—

Shang Yuan calmly controlled his breathing rate, looked down at the slightly trembling hands, his jaw line was tense, and tried to capture the movement again.

His peach blossom eyes were dyed a dazzling golden bit by bit, and there was a suffocating and desperate killing intent in his eyes.

Obviously, he gave up suppressing instincts in order to liberate his body's limits.

The instinct to be close to wild animals gave birth to terrible evil thoughts under the deliberate provocation of the ghost mother.

kill her!

Slowly crush her flesh and bones bit by bit!

Press the living heart on the jagged rock and grind it into a pool of scarlet!

kill her!

Certain memories of leaping and lightly stepping on the moon shadow gently prevented his tyrannical emotions from breaking through the bottom line of reason.

But almost useless.

The boy holding up the gate of hell, the young man kneeling and looking up at him outside the porthole of the spaceship...they disappeared in a flash, but instead aroused the secret desire.

The stars and the moon are silent, symbolizing the night of death, like a ferocious beast whose teeth have been pulled out and tamed by violence, lying on the ground mournfully and begging for mercy.

Both Yin Feng and Tiger Claw froze for a moment, and then rushed forward more fiercely as if they were afraid of showing cowardly.

The man bowed his head and snapped his fingers together to form a sharp knife, with an extremely calm and calm demeanor.

As if he was a business engineer who took off his black tie and cufflinks with one hand when he clocked in at the court, lazily raised his hand to take away his work card.

The ghost mother's eyes were red, she chanted two incantations to forcefully seal up the fear that came out of her heart, raised her nine heads and shouted:

"Mr. Kaiming! Since Phoenix killed you the first time, I will kill you the second time! You shouldn't let Kunlun just to accompany you—!"

Shang Yuan responded coldly.

In fact, he didn't bother to listen to what the deformed animal was saying.

His rationality and restraint completely collapsed, and since then he has gained absolute calm and strength.

He wants to kill everything that is alive, everything that dares to stop him from satisfying his desires.

He wanted to possess the young man locked in the ghost gate in some low-level way, possessing the other party from the inside out, that's all.

The Huhui cigarette case fell to the ground with a thud, cracked a crack, revealing the secret that it was empty inside.

The situation changed in an instant, and the wind, which acted as an audio-visual barrier, withdrew its troops in place.

Players saw with their own eyes that NPC Shang Yuan cut off the ghost mother's head with ease, one after another, until the old Phoenix appeared drunk.

Fenghuang had just climbed out of the wine cauldron where the Xia people sacrificed and paid tribute, smelled of alcohol all over his body, and his footsteps were flimsy, which seemed unreliable at first glance.

Fortunately, he still has a little conscience, and with a wave of his hand, a red light with divine power swept away the ghost mother's real body.

Shang Yuan kicked away the second tiger's head, surrounded by the eerie night mist, frowning and looking at the enlightened beast squatting at his feet and wagging its tail to ask for credit.

This tiger, which pops up from time to time to find a sense of presence, has grown a seventh head.

More and more imposing.

The ghost mother was dying, leaning on Fenghuang's arms, coughing up blood and begging: "Stop him—brother is still in the door...in front."

Fenghuang stroked the bleeding eyes of the ghost mother with two fingers together, and said with a smile: "Silly girl. Why can't you see why he can hurt you today?"

The ghost mother was shocked and struggled to open her eyes to look at her hand.

Only the thumb, index finger, and most of the middle finger of this carefully selected female Jiao'e's hand are left, and the palm is bloody and bloody and the bones are faintly visible.

If it hadn't been for Fenghuang to block the sudden burst of yang energy from Kai Mingjun for her, she would probably—

Thinking of this, the ghost mother secretly hated Shang Yuan for pretending to be a pig and a tiger to trick her into breaking the ban, vaguely heard the thunder from the sky, worried about being punished by the sky, and fainted very cowardly.

After all, Shang Yuan is not an enlightened king, but a 20-year-old mortal.

She is a majestic creator god who committed a madness and used her real body to kill a mortal, violating the covenant of the gods, she will die!

Fenghuang secretly sighed that the little girl still had some sense, and sealed the ghost mother's damaged spirit with his knuckles, and stored it in his own wine cup to recuperate.

According to him, the mother of ghost was beheaded by her love rival for stepping on ten boats, but now she lost two more heads.

Cough, if he was Feng Huang when he was young, his divine power rivaled that of Di Jun...

At first the old drunk hid himself to watch the excitement, but later he didn't have time to act as a peacemaker, only to rescue half of the ghost mother's divine power that was about to be lost.

The rank of the ghost mother and god has dropped twice, and I am afraid that it will not be able to suppress the ghosts in the ghost mansion.

A great turmoil in the world is inevitable.

Fenghuang patted his cheek and let out a rude belch, and said seriously: "Boy Shangyuan, stop and listen to me—hey! This man!"

Where would Shang Yuan wait for him to preach, he had already gone to hell to find Fei Mingqiu.

The author says:

so hot ==