The two poison pills exploded at the same time, and they also used the magical power of Purple Qi Donglai to cause the poisonous mist to spread instantly, covering a far wider area than the previous two times.
Ye Xiao even sighed in his heart. If he had enough poisonous elixirs, it would not be difficult to prevent any killer who came to Lingbao Pavilion from leaving here alive.
"Woooooo..." Suddenly, someone burst into tears: "I'm poisoned, I'm poisoned... I can't live... I regret it so much..."
This man cried so hard that his nose and tears were all over his face, and his hands began to scratch himself uncontrollably...
Everyone around them, without exception, was scratching their bodies crazily...
There are also some poisoned killers with red eyes, hacking and killing randomly with the weapons in their hands, crying and killing people: "I won't survive anyway, fortunately everyone will die together..."
The wind of the sword roared and the sword light flashed. Even his companions beside him were cut into pieces with bloody flesh...
However, this situation only lasted for a very short time, and they began to be conquered by the itching feeling. They screamed involuntarily and threw away their swords, and started scratching themselves crazily with their hands.
Smiling sincerely and comfortably.
Although I know that as long as I start scratching, once the comfortable feeling arises, I will probably have no hope of living anymore and I can only scratch myself to death, but I can't control it no matter what.
The itch that seems to have penetrated deep into the bone marrow drives the most primitive instinctive actions of human beings, making every poisoned killer think of nothing else at this moment.
Only... scratch
Those around who were lucky enough not to be poisoned once again acted as if they had seen a ghost, trembling all over, and quickly retreated with a "swipe" sound. Their movements were so uniform and consistent.
Even some who moved back a little slowly were knocked backwards by the person in front of them. Everyone's eyes were straight and their eyebrows were twitching. Although they were retreating, their eyes were always locked.
The hellish scene in the field...
"Ah, let's all die together..." A killer scratched himself desperately while staring at the people around him who were not poisoned and hurriedly exited. His eyes were red for a while, but he mustered up the remaining strength to stand up.
, and rushed towards the rapidly retreating crowd.
"Everyone is here to kill Feng Zhiling. Since I have been poisoned, why don't you get poisoned? Since I am already dying, why do you continue to live? Why?" He yelled crazily and scratched himself crazily.
He stood up and rushed towards the crowd with his body dripping with blood and flesh.
The sword flashed.
This man's whole body was instantly cut into two parts, and he died unexpectedly. Before he could kill himself with the deadly poison, his soul was cut off by a sword.
Yin Yucheng put his sword back into the scabbard, but his face was pale, his body was even trembling a little, and his lips were trembling, but he said sternly: "You are poisoned and dying because of your own bad luck, and you don't allow others to do so."
It’s better to live in peace, it’s really more than worthy to die, but not enough to regret it.”
Although Yin Yucheng was greedy for life and afraid of death, bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, and everyone was quite disdainful of his behavior; but at this moment, all the killers nodded in agreement to express their approval.
Yes, this guy knew that he would not survive, but he actually wanted to drag everyone to be buried with him. It was really not a pity to die.
After a while, all the more than 1,800 people were turned into flesh and blood on the ground. Still without exception, they all died without complete corpses.
Everyone looked at the scene in front of them that was like a hell on earth. The hell on earth appeared three times in a row, each time more terrifying than the last. Their faces were pale and without any blood.
After the Feng Lord Seat Feng Zhiling's extremely poisonous weapon was obtained, he did not advance towards the headquarters of Lingbao Pavilion. Instead, he stood with his own hands and stood on the opposite edge of this hellish scene, with a cold and calm face, as if waiting for everyone to approach again.
generally.
At this moment, it was close to early morning.
The early morning wind gently blew his black robe. Seeing his cold and expressionless face, the killers seemed to have seen a demon, and everyone shuddered.
As a killer, I have seen countless cruelties in the world, and many of them were simply created by me.
However, at this moment, these killers felt exactly the same feeling in their hearts.
Such a terrifying existence as the Feng Lord in front of me is really... something I have never seen before.
This person, even the killers who came to kill him, will never deny that this person values love and justice, and values his home and country. Such a person is undoubtedly a just person.
When the country was in crisis, this person waved his hand and made a free donation of 70 billion
When Lingbao Pavilion was in the most danger, this person came alone to turn the tide. He faced the world's killers and became the mainstay.
Such a person is definitely a hero-like figure
However, this person is not a hero in the ordinary sense; the so-called heroes in the annals of history, legends and legends pay great attention to their own image, and often would rather die than let their heroic image be defective, but this person is completely
He doesn't care about his own image. When he is facing his own people, he may still be a hero, but when he is facing his enemies, he is a devil, a complete devil executioner.
A demon that can terrify anyone's heart and make people feel cold and cold.
In total, he just waved his hand three times, and more than three thousand killers were turned into dust, and their deaths were even more horrific. When this Feng Junzuo faced such a human tragedy that he had personally created,
His face didn't change at all
Not even the muscles on his face twitched at all.
Still as indifferent as before.
How can such a mentality be possible for ordinary people to have?
"I remember I said it before. If you want to kill me, there must be a price. If you want to kill me, I can understand your choice. On the contrary, I will kill you too. I believe you will also understand me.
Let’s make your choice.” Ye Xiao said, finally taking action again, gently lifting his feet and walking forward slowly.
Shi Shiran stepped into the endless pool of blood, but he seemed to be walking on a broad road, without any hesitation or discomfort.
Just walked slowly towards the direction of Lingbao Pavilion.
Surrounded tightly by thousands of killers in full view of the surrounding area, Feng Junzuo showed no signs of hurry at all. He just walked step by step with his hands behind his back, as if he were strolling in a leisurely courtyard.
On the ground, blood was flowing like small rivers.
Feng Junzuo walked towards him step by step, causing blood to splash everywhere, but it seemed as if he was gone.