If Su Yan's flower boat was so elegant and full of emotion back then, then now Han Sanqian's flower boat is so bloody and bloody. It's not an exaggeration to describe it as a river of blood.
If any ordinary person came to this place at this time, they would definitely be shocked and shocked by the scene of the hell of human beings before them.
The deck seemed to have been washed by a downpour of rain. The water was so deep that it seemed that a small boat could be rowed on it. But the only difference was that the running water and rain were completely covered with blood at this time, and those "light boats"
, it’s just corpses floating one after another on the surface of blood.
The blood was gurgling and the corpses were like mountains.
Above the mouth, the eight golden bodies of Han Sanqian were all burned with blood, and the blood continued to drip down the corners of their clothes.
One meter away in front of Han Sanqian, there suddenly appeared a huge gap. This place was like a natural barrier. Even though there were thousands of people in black crowded outside the barrier, even so, no one in this group dared to cross the thunder pool.
, all raised their knives or swords, and gathered around with eager eyes, but they looked at Han Sanqian with extremely frightened eyes.
A thousand people made a surprise attack, charging and attacking for ten minutes in a row, but they found that Han Sanqian, who was standing there, was like the Fudo Ming King from the beginning to the end, not retreating at all.
They charged several times in a row, but all they got was the constant falling of their companions and the continuous accumulation of corpses!
How could these people not be afraid and trembling?!
However, at this moment, waves of stench came, followed by waves of extremely powerful pressure!
Facing this coercion, those mysterious men in black felt as if they were overwhelmed by Mount Tai. They were extremely frightened and at the same time extremely uncomfortable.
Not to mention them, even Han Sanqian was frowning at this time, and his whole body felt extremely uncomfortable under this heavy pressure.
"The Eight Diagrams of the Universe, Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, Zi Chou and Yin Mao, Chen Si and Wu Wei, Shen You and Xu Hai, it's so confusing!"
A distant voice slowly struck from the sky, and then, like falling meteors, figures suddenly struck down and scattered around the deck.
Either standing or leaning, a total of twelve figures!
When Han Sanqian looked over, he couldn't help but frown.
Each one is a man with human body and animal head, holding various weapons and wearing light armor!
Dragon, tiger, snake, rat, horse, ox, sheep, monkey...
The dragon, the tiger, the snake, the monkey, the horse, the sheep...
"What? Is the New Year coming soon?" Han Sanqian looked cold and smiled disdainfully: "Can you come up with a Chinese zodiac sign to wish me a happy New Year?"
That's right, these twelve guys, or rather things, who came are exactly the twelve human beasts based on the twelve zodiac signs.
The guy with the head of the green dragon was dressed in a green robe, with a human body and a dragon head. He was quite upright. After hearing Han Sanqian's ridicule, he couldn't help but shouted in a cold voice: "Young man who doesn't know how high the sky is, we are the ancestors of the desert witches.
Two Death Gods!”
Although the guy with the rat head had sinister eyebrows and rat eyes, he was wearing silver armor and holding a gold mace. He lost the sinister feeling and felt more powerful and fierce. He leaned against the door of the attic and shouted: "See you.
When your twelve grandpas don’t bow down and kneel down, but still dare to speak arrogant words, you really go to the latrine with a lantern and seek death in every possible way!"
Almost at the same time, thousands of men in black in front of Han Sanqian all knelt down and shouted loudly: "See the Twelve Gods of Death!"
His voice was so great that Han Sanqian couldn't help but feel his eardrums hurting when he was so close to it in the attic!
At this time, in the cabin, the women were paying attention to the situation above. After all, the sudden and powerful pressure made the women's nerves collapse, so they all stopped arguing and looked at the ceiling above their heads.
As thousands of people on the deck shouted in unison, the deafening sound suddenly reached the cabin on the second floor.
When they heard this shocking sound, all the women frowned.
What Qin Shuang and Su Yingxia frowned was that they could clearly tell from the sound that there were countless enemies on the deck at this time, which also meant that Han Sanqian would face a more difficult situation!
But Su Yan's frown was not just because of this, but because of the title of the Twelve Gods of Death.
Thinking of this, Su Yan's eyes showed fear. The next second, she murmured and her body staggered back...
