But the most incredible thing is that those people have clearly scratched their muscles until their bare bones are exposed, but they are still scratching, seemingly unaware of the pain, while removing the bloody parts from their bodies.
He picked off the pieces of meat piece by piece, while still muttering in his mouth: "Why is it so itchy? Oya feels comfortable, feels comfortable...itches again, and comes again, feels comfortable..."
"Scratch it again...it feels so comfortable, oh..."
"It's getting more and more itchy...fuck...it's getting more and more comfortable to scratch..."
finally……
Someone was scratching himself with a look of enjoyment, but after scratching for a while, he felt that his hands were sticky. When he reached out and looked in front of his eyes, he found that they were all flesh and blood residue. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "This... this is
What's going on? Whose blood is this?"
Everyone looked at this man.
At this moment, he had grabbed all the intact skin and flesh from his ribs and sides, and even three of his own ribs were pulled off by himself and thrown to the ground...
It was such a person who actually asked others in surprise: Whose blood is this?
The weirdness of this scene makes everyone who sees it feel horrified and shudder...
If the other party is like this, what about yourself?
Seeing everyone's strange looks, this man turned his eyes and saw that the surroundings were full of people tickling crazily. The pieces of flesh and blood... There were also people who dug out their own eyeballs and even reached out to put their hands in their eye sockets.
He scratched hard: "It's itchy to death, it's itching to death...it feels so comfortable, it feels so comfortable..."
The man trembled all over and suddenly said in horror: "Could this be me..."
When he lowered his head and looked down, he blurted out a loud cry: "My body... Oh my God... This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, my, my, my, I, itchy body is so itchy... Scratch it, it feels good, my God, what is going on? It's so itchy."
Now... scratch it, it feels good.”
While this person looked at his body in horror, he couldn't help but reach out to scratch it. His eyes were frightened and despairing, but his face actually showed an expression of enjoyment that he felt comfortable and enjoyed being scratched.
It's really weird.
He actually watched himself pulling out his own bones one by one... then breaking them, throwing them away, and then scratching them... scratching out his own internal organs...
This person's last thought was: Could it be that... this thing in my own hand, which I crushed to pieces... was my heart? It was the first time I saw it... it was so strange...
All those who complain about itching on their bodies and faces end up like this... In the end, they scratch themselves to death even though they are still alive...
There were silhouettes of people, shouting desperately that it was itchy, scratching desperately with their hands, and then breaking themselves into pieces, and then fell to the ground and died. Before dying, there was no one exception, everyone's last words
All of them are: "I feel so itchy and comfortable..."
It's really itchy, and it feels so comfortable...
The black mist appeared suddenly and stayed briefly. It only spread for a moment at the beginning and then dissipated without a trace.
From appearance to final dissipation, there are only a few tens of breaths in total.
However, just like this, it spread and enveloped four to five hundred people, but just like that, he was scratched to death by himself...
Seeing the corpses scattered all over the ground, the so-called piles of corpses are just that. Looking at the mess of blood and flesh all over the ground, the killers who luckily did not feel itchy on their bodies, all of them had hair standing on end and were sweating coldly.
His eyes were straight, and he was so frightened that he was out of his wits.
Although they were lucky enough not to die from itching, they were almost scared to death at this moment.
This... what kind of method is this?
Especially when I saw the corpses on the ground, the people were obviously dead, their deaths were in pieces and miserable, but they still had a look of enjoyment and comfort on their faces...
Everyone who saw this scene was trembling with excitement, and all of them were trembling with fear.
The scene fell into silence again. At this time, there were people from the distance rushing towards me as hard as they could. Suddenly someone shouted loudly from the distance: "Hey, that Feng Zhiling, isn't he dead yet?"
"Feng Zhiling's head is mine."
"No one moves"
I'm afraid that others will take away the great credit for this day.
He yelled and rushed as hard as he could.
The legendary "sending one's death" is probably nothing more than that.
However, no one at the scene was in the mood to think about whether the person who had just arrived was "sending death". They all stared straight-eyed and looked at Feng Junzuo of Lingbao Pavilion opposite, who was wearing fluttering black clothes in black clothes...
It's like seeing a ghost
poison
That black mist must be the poison under Feng Jun's seat
But what kind of poison is this?
To be so sharp, so domineering, so...unbelievable?
No one has even heard of it.
Of all the killers who can come here and dare to provoke mainland-level forces like Lingbao Pavilion, which one is not a famous character?
Everyone is knowledgeable and has experienced hundreds of battles. Everyone wears life-saving treasures that can detect and detoxify anytime and anywhere. These are essential items for traveling in the world.
Under normal circumstances, let alone being poisoned, even mild poisoning is unlikely to happen to these people.
However, it seems that Fengjunzao just released a cloud of black mist, and as a result, 487 people were hit at the same time.
And it’s just that the winner is hopeless
Even the four hundred and eighty-seven first-class masters in the world were all turned into minced meat on the ground at almost the same time. From the beginning to the end, the only thing this Feng Junzuo did was just wave his hand.
…
At this moment, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Feng Junzuo
Damn it, who is this...?
Are we the killers, or are you the killer? What does it mean to be ruthless, ruthless, and ruthless? Isn’t that what it means?
You have such ability, why are you talking nonsense to us just now?
With this move, Ning Biluo and Zhao Pingtian have to step aside. What kind of killing efficiency is this?
In the blink of an eye, nearly five hundred lives were lost, as well as killers who each had first-rate skills.
Such a situation is not only horrifying, it is directly on the level of legend, legend, and myth.
Yin Yucheng, who had not been able to rush forward just now, was covered in cold sweat.
A feeling of fear rushed over me leisurely, and I almost softened.
The main reason why he didn't rush forward immediately was because he felt that Ning Biluo, the number one killer in the world, had locked him with a qi machine. Yin Yucheng resisted with all his strength, and for a moment he had no energy left to rush forward.
But fortunately so.
If he had rushed up together, then among the densely packed corpses piled up like a mountain on the ground, there would definitely be Yin Yucheng.
In this way, Ning Biluo's Qi lock actually saved his life. Who was his savior?