Du Qingling's eyes widened... Xiaobao stood in front of her...
It's a pity that the intense moment...Xiaobao's shrill scream...
"ah--"
Covering his face and falling to the ground...
Du Qingling's head suddenly buzzed, and his anger exploded.
Like Shura...
"You all must die..."
The voice was hoarse and low, like the announcement of death...
Du Qing Ling's long hair suddenly grew. She was no longer Du Qing Ling. She was the god of death who deprived her of life. The dark blue light burst out instantly. Xing Yue Nan in the distance felt a throbbing... She appeared... murmuring to herself
The words disappeared in an instant.
The dark red eyes were shining with the light of blood. The bright red lips smiled coldly..
Xiaobao fell to the ground. She saw that the eyes were ruined at this moment. She closed her eyes and opened them in an instant. They were already shining brightly, a bloodthirsty Shura.
The black robe was flying, and she suddenly understood the fate of No. 6... She saw disbelief on his stunned face... He saw the God of Death...
But the hole in his chest told him that this was true...
The crazy Du Qingling licked her bright lips... and sneered.
"Do you think this is the end?"
The cold voice was bone-chilling. The hole in the chest did not hurt the heart...
"Does it hurt? I'll make you hurt more."
She said it lightly, but it made people's hair stand on end. She hated blood, but she was angry at the moment. She had to use blood to calm the anger in her heart. She wanted to kill. Only killing could calm the images in her mind.
Yao Xing Jue looked at Du Qing Ling's transformation with distress...
Pushing away No. 6, who was unable to move, he slowly walked towards Clone No. 7. His stiff expression remained the same, but the fear in his eyes revealed his thoughts.
"Do you regret it? It's too late."
I just heard the sound, but the figure was already in front of me.
He grabbed the hand of Clone No. 7 Mentor. He gently folded it, clicked it, and broke it with a light sound.
Seize his sharp claw... in front of his chest, grab him hard, and disembowel him...
"ah--"
I couldn't bear it any longer... Clone No. 7's voice roared miserably...
My whole body hurts...
"It's still early?"
Push away clone number 7..
No. 7, who was subdued by Yao Xingjue, was furious. Looking at his brother rolling on the ground, he wanted to kill Du Qingling..
"now you!!"
Indifferent, without any expression, it seems to be announcing something.
I was about to take action when I suddenly thought of something...
Walked back... grabbed Clone Seven and put his weapon back in his hand...
Drag him and approach No. 7...
"Do you want to know how it feels to be tortured by your own brother?"
The cold wind blew...Clone No. 7 gasped...
He wanted to struggle, but was unable...
He didn't want... Brother 4... looked at his hand and crossed his brother's chest...
The skin is torn and the bones are visible...
No. 7 gritted his teeth and remained silent...
"Does it hurt? It hurts more."
Black Stone took it out...
"Feel the pain of tearing your soul apart."
The light blooms...
Shrouded in two people...
"ah--"
The pain of their souls being deeply torn apart was unbearable for both of them...
"Kill me...just kill me."
Stripped souls.. They want to commit suicide but are controlled...
"Little Dudou, someone is here." There was no surprise in Yao Xingjue's eyes, but some distress. He could feel the pain in Du Qingling's heart, and the severe pain made her unable to restrain herself.