"Yeah!!!"

A shrill scream, like the song of a bird, sounded from the mouth of the baby in the blood mass.

He was frightened by tens of thousands of mosquitoes!

Especially, looking out from his perspective.

Outside the blood mass were densely packed black mouthparts, with sharp thorns pointing at him, as if they were about to poke tens of thousands of holes in his body at any time!

So.

The next moment.

He flapped his wings fiercely, and the surrounding blood mass exploded. Among them, the Winged God Clan flew up with less than 20% of the blood mass left.

All other blood was discarded by him!

At the same time.

The blood-colored barrier below dissipated, and Fang Ke suddenly felt that the blood on his body was no longer dissipating.

He took a long breath and looked upward.

The winged god took the blood mass and flew over the people of Fengtian Sect.

"I need blood!" The sharp Wanzu language came from the blood mass: "This blood is not enough! Far from enough!"

Below.

Accompanied by roars, the Fengtian Sect's generals finally rushed to the top of the mountain.

Seeing that Wing God's body shaping was interrupted, and that only a thin layer of blood was left on his body, the Fengtian Sect general's face became extremely ugly.

"What's going on!?"

Zhu An and Cao Bing followed closely and jumped to the top of the mountain.

The two glanced over and saw the hundreds of corpses and injured martial arts candidates behind Song Hai, and their faces suddenly became gloomy.

"Zhang Xian..."

Song Hai entered a surge of energy and blood and barely managed to hold on to Song Chengyu's life.

He stood up, with a face that seemed to be crying and smiling: "Chengyu, he also grew up calling you uncle. How can you bear it...how can you bear it!!"

Zhang Xian's face was expressionless: "Captain, we have different paths and we don't want to work together."

"Bullshit!" Song Hai spat wildly, pointing at the hundreds of corpses and students behind him.

"Look! This is the Tao!?"

"Is this the way you want to save humanity!?"

"This is a beast!"

"No! The beasts are not as shameless as you! You are worse than beasts!"

Dong Chengshan sighed: "Mr. Song, for the future of the human race and for the billions of human beings, these sacrifices are all worth it!"

"Ha!" Song Hai suppressed the anger and pain in his heart, with blood in his eyes: "You bastard who can't understand human language! Today, none of you can even think of leaving!"

The iron rod in his hand struck violently.

The rocks around us exploded.

He immediately rushed in front of Dong Chengshan.

A flash of sword light flashed, and it was the Fengtian Sect general who took action.

There was a loud bang.

The Fengtian Sect general stopped in front of the martial artist and said angrily.

"If the Wing God does not come today, we will definitely die, and the human race will never have a chance again!"

"Zhang Xian! Dong Chengshan! Sacrifice yourselves to the Winged God!"

"If you are not enough, I will also sacrifice myself!"

"Today, the Winged God must arrive successfully!"

The Fengtian Sect generals roared and blocked Song Hai's three generals by one person.

Behind him.

Zhang Xian and others looked at each other, nodded and spoke one after another.

"Sacrificing our lives to serve heaven, everything we do is for the human race!"

"The human race will live forever!"

As they roared, the energy and blood in their bodies shook, gathered into a ball, and then exploded!

The blood mist filled the air and was sucked in by the Winged God's blood mass.

More than a dozen martial arts masters exploded at the same time, and a large amount of martial master-level flesh and blood poured in, causing Wing God's body to grow rapidly, reaching the size of a four or five-year-old child!

Still growing!

The Fengtian Sect general roared: "Sacrifice yourself to serve Heaven! For the sake of humanity!"

"Fuck you!" Song Hai hit him with a stick.

"For your uncle's human race!"

"The human race doesn't need you beasts!"

The three of them besieged the Fengtian Sect generals at the same time, but did not attack the Winged God Clan.

Because.

Outside the blood group where the Winged God Clan is located.

Fang Ke’s mosquitoes are here again!

"The mosquito evolves to level 20, just in time to suck the blood of the martial artist!"

After Zhang Xian and other martial artists self-destructed, a massive swarm of mosquitoes quickly flew around the blood group, pounced on it and began to suck blood crazily!

The winged gods screamed, but were reluctant to burst into blood again, so they began to suck blood crazily, preparing to compete with the mosquitoes for speed.

But he can't fight at all!

There are too many mosquitoes!

Each mosquito doesn't suck much, but nearly 20,000 mosquitoes suck blood together, refining much faster than the Winged Gods!

After a while.

This winged god had no choice but to burst the blood mass again and swallow all the remaining blood mass.

In a few breaths, his body grew like a ten-year-old child, and at the same time his aura suddenly exploded, rushing into the realm of a military commander!

"Damn mosquitoes!"

He cursed in all languages ​​and swooped at the mosquitoes.

The mosquito swarm dispersed and flew away in all directions.

The wings of the winged gods flapped, and the strong wind roared, killing hundreds of mosquitoes.

But the remaining mosquitoes had already flown near Fang Ke, were picked up by him, and disappeared directly.

"Ah!!"

This winged god clan roared continuously and charged towards Fang Ke and others on the ground, intending to kill them all!

"You are looking for death!"

Song Hai threw down the Fengtian Sect generals, swung the iron rod in his hand, and hit the Yishen Clan!

The expression on the face of this winged god changed suddenly. He flapped his wings and changed direction in the air. He wanted to take off and leave here.

No way.

He had just stepped into the realm of a military commander after reshaping his physical body, and was no match for Song Hai, a peak military commander.

Must escape!

"Did you run away?"

Song Hai grabbed a knife on the ground and threw it out violently!

Whoosh!

The long knife cuts through the air with extremely fast speed.

The Wing God Clan dodged again in mid-air, but Song Hai, who was at the ninth level as a military general, used all his strength to throw out the steel knife. Its speed was terrifying and he could not completely dodge it!

Poof!

The steel knife cut off half of his wings!

When the Winged God Clan screamed and fell to the ground.

Song Hai had already jumped up from the mountain, jumped directly onto the back of the winged god, and stepped on it hard!

Boom!

There was a loud noise on the ground.

This winged god was directly trampled to the ground by the angry Song Hai, and fell deeply into the mountain. His chest was trampled directly through, and he died!

After counting interest.

Fang Ke saw Song Hai's feet stained with blood, jumped up to the top of the mountain, and joined forces with Zhu An to beat the Fengtian Sect's generals to death directly on the top of the mountain!

"It's over..."

Fang Ke let out a long breath and lay on the ground, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

The severe bone-breaking pain in his hands, feet, and limbs began to devastate him in waves.

Coupled with the weakness caused by having all the blood sucked out of his body, his vision was blurred and he suffered from bouts of dizziness.

"Is this the retribution for mosquitoes sucking blood..."

Fang Ke was thinking about enjoying himself in pain.

But when he saw Song Hai and the others, they were checking the people nearby one by one.

I saw young corpses being carried aside.

Seeing Zhou Xi's open eyes, Song Hai wiped them slowly with trembling hands.

Fang Ke no longer felt relaxed in his heart, only unspeakable heaviness and anger remained.

Fengtianjiao.

He whispered the name in his heart.

Soon.

The Dragon City martial arts masters who came from the city rushed to the top of the mountain with sweat all over their heads. They all clenched their fists as they looked at the corpses.

There are many here who are their descendants, disciples, students, and even children!

The sound of an ambulance rang down the mountain.

The martial artists carried or carried the injured from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain.
Chapter completed!