The kind of impulse that can tear Xuanyuan Xuantian into pieces.
He imprisoned them in his body, saying to himself that he was a living person, a human being with limbs and emotions, and he had to maintain these emotions,,,, and shapes,,,,
He felt soft under his feet. He lowered his head and found a corpse beneath his feet.
He was stepping on its lid, which was a humanoid corpse half-buried in the soil. Its lids were frighteningly white, and its eyes were wide open, reflecting the most primitive darkness of nothingness.[
The eyes suddenly turned and stared at him.
Just as Xuanyuan Xuantian was about to lift his feet, the corpse suddenly opened its mouth. The mouth was cracked to the base of the ear, revealing the layers of fangs inside, and bit Xuanyuan Xuantian's ankle.
The fangs pierced through the trousers and bit the skin, but it was difficult to penetrate any deeper.
The skin seemed to be made of metal, and it was obviously soft, but something was buried deep in the bones and bones. It was so cold and hard that it made the roots of the teeth ache. It could even take a bite out of steel.
But the human scent on the tip of the teeth was too tempting, so it still bit it tightly and refused to let go.
Xuanyuan Xuantian raised his foot, and he dragged the thing several meters, but he still had no intention of giving up.
On the ground not far away, the soil was turned over, revealing its long body, just an insect lurking in the soil.
Realizing that it was difficult to break human bones, it decided to use another method. It rolled up flexibly with its body and tried to strangle the prey to death. It would be a matter of time before it could bite enough to crush the prey after it died.
It didn't think about what was hidden under the attractive body that made its teeth sore. It only thought about eating.
Greedy, the creatures in the demon world are like this, they can never have enough to eat, Xuanyuan Xuantian thought.
The flexible body only touched the hem of his clothes before falling heavily to the ground. A cold sword pierced the monster's head and nailed it into the ground.
The sword was silver-grey in color, with gray lines constantly changing, like dark clouds rushing across the sky. It contained the power of thunder that could destroy the world.
Xuanyuan Xuantian withdrew the sword, and a little flesh and blood on it seeped into the sword body in an instant. The power of the rapid movement was like a stone mill in hell, layer by layer, boundless.