Chapter 144: Bloody, Bloody Waterfall, Immortal Twelve Bloody Boys
Armored Li Dingxun was in the dark and dark corridor. His armor was like a mountain, and his armor pieces were like a forest. Now these fine pores have been completely filled with blood, which is constantly seeping down and dripping to the ground. And on this long corridor, bone fragments, minced meat, and poison are scattered.
Needles, spears... Li Dingxun is not a person, he is beyond human beings, he is a torrent.
"Let me take a look, here is a lion cub!" A slender ghost shadow rose in the dim light in front of him. The visitor took a few steps forward, and in the dim sunlight outside the window, a pale and frosty face was revealed.
face.
Li Dingxun didn't mean to talk nonsense at all, he stepped forward and punched!
boom!
There was a huge earthquake in the corridor, and it was like a typhoon passing through in an instant, causing huge waves.
The opponent let out a piercing scream, and flew in the air like a puppet. A whirlpool-like force weakened the strength of the fist layer by layer, and the white-faced man flew like a paper kite, sliding into the darkness with a sly smile and disappearing.
After one punch failed, Li Dingxun was not in a hurry to catch up and continued to move forward slowly.
The sound of footsteps passed through the corridor and entered another hall.
The smell of oil smoke still lingers in the air, and the lamps on the long pillars in the hall have only been extinguished a short time ago.
In addition to this light smoke, there is also a heavy and turbid smell. It feels like being trapped in a foul-smelling river, as if in a pile of bones, as if in a river of floating corpses, as if in a vulture's nest. In short, it is a smell that cannot be tolerated by humans.
taste.
Li Dingxun's steps were still gentle.
The shadows seem to be given mass by silence here, trembling with the movement of the human figure, spreading and merging like water waves, and the tides reciprocate.
A low gasp broke the oppression and came from the corner, like a mouse stealing food.
Li Dingxun walked over and found a ragged boy shivering hiding against the wall. He had a stinky smell, mixed with the smell of sweat, blood, urine, etc. He was sitting on a broken reed mat, with a child's body behind him.
It was rotten and full of maggots.
The wheezing intensified.
Li Dingxun took out the fire stick and lit it, and a little light came on, which was enough for him to see the tragic scene clearly.
The road in the center of the hall is wide and smooth, but both sides are full of children, the disabled, the old, the weak, and the sick.
Death is engraved here, and the walls covered with reliefs are all scenes of hell.
Tongue pulling, bone extraction, acupuncture, carving, face-cutting, burning, peeling...
Li Dingxun understood that this was not death.
The totem here is pain.
and fear.
On the high steps deep in the hall, a fire lit up, and a river of blood suddenly fell from the ceiling.
Li Dingxun squinted his eyes to adapt to the bright light, watching the bright blood rushing down like a waterfall, like a blood-colored curtain, glowing like satin, falling bit by bit, seeming to be blown by the wind, falling, falling on the high steps
There was a loud noise from a pool at the back, wailing to the entire hall and the world.
Twelve men in blood appeared on the high level.
The skylight illuminates their faces, but it cannot illuminate their shadows, let alone their certain demonic nature.
"There is a master like you in the Lion Sect. He forced his way all the way to the Blood Pond Temple, but that was the end of it."
The man in the center is tall, even a head taller than Li Dingxun. He has bloody hair and scarlet eyes. He is none other than the leader of the cult, Yu Yuandi.
The leader of the evil sect had a joking smile on his face and a slow tone. He did not take Li Dingxun seriously at all and was indifferent to the dead members of the cult.
"Whose disciple are you? Let me guess, I think it's less than twenty..."
Li Dingxun put up a boxing stance. He no longer wanted to hear the words, and his murderous intent was about to burst his skin.
Yu Yuandi's face darkened, "What an arrogant junior, don't you know how to respect your seniors? I'm here to teach you a lesson!"
Li Dingxun gently raised his palm.
Level 1 god, big clumsy hand.
The best external skill in the world.
The face of the blood demon changed drastically, this palm!
It is no longer a competition of momentum, no longer a competition of martial arts artistic conception, the arena of these top warriors was forcibly broken by this palm!
What is compared is internal strength, what is compared is strength!
If I am strong, I win; if you are weak, you die!
boom!!!
The wild and gorgeous roof of Blood Holy City flew up and exploded in the air.
The fog shrouding the Blood Valley was blown away by the wind.
Look at those twelve demons again. Now there is not even ashes left.
Li Dingxun slowly closed his palm.
Just about to leave.
A familiar voice came.
"Want to leave? I'm afraid it won't be that easy!"
Li Dingxun suddenly turned around.
The blood waterfall split open, and twelve human figures dripping blood came out.
It was Yu Yuandi and his party.
"What a terrifying future!" The skin on Yu Yuandi's face was slowly reorganizing, "Is this the big clumsy hand? Why is it so strong?"
Li Dingxun was moved. Are these guys immortal?
"Surprising? This is the great power of the Great Master Xiangshu!"
First level god, immortal blood boy!
Li Dingxun frowned. Such power is by no means unlimited. So, what is the price?
Not allowing him to think any further, twelve people had already formed a formation and jumped towards him.
Blood Pool Ghost Claw!
This place is full of blood, and this move can receive the greatest blessing. Although it is a super-third-level move, its power is almost as powerful as the second-level move.
"Array of Twelve Blood Boys!"
The distorted shadow of a boy appeared in mid-air and screamed at Li Dingxun with a shrill cry. However, Li Dingxun remained unmoved. He was like a tight machine, punching and scattering ghost claws left and right.
"How long can you last?"
"Give up!"
"If you die, there will be no more trouble!"
Li Dingxun raises his spirits, but his hands are clumsy!
boom!
Another piece of the dome flew away, the sun shone more and more unscrupulously on this hellish area, and the blood waterfall became more and more vivid.
The immortal twelve appear again.
There are no unnecessary pleasantries, the third meeting is a life and death fight.
"Die!"
"Isn't it good to die in peace?"
Big clumsy hands!
Crushed to dust again and again, resurrected again and again.
The blood waterfall will never dry up. The only thing that changes is the demons of the Blood Cult. Their words are getting less and less, and their expressions are becoming more and more numb. This does not mean that their tricks are weakening. On the contrary, the more they become
As he sank, his strength skyrocketed crazily!
"How many more times can you make a big mistake?"
"it's useless."
Respond with silence.
There is only silence, only action.
Big clumsy hands.
"How long can you hold on? One hour? Two hours?"
Coming out of the blood waterfall again and again, the human forms of the Blood Cult Leader and others have become distorted, and terrifying grimaces appear on their bodies.
Twisted wills permeate this place. Even if the sun shines, evil and filth have already surged up.
The second level of Jue, Tianmo Tong, the whole body is red when performing the martial arts. These are the Kuva swallowed during the practice. After being attacked by an external enemy, the Kuva will be transferred to the enemy's body.
Every time he dies, the twelve blood monsters will absorb the blood poison from the blood waterfall and release it with the power of the devil. Now a large amount of poisonous mist has accumulated into a shallow poisonous beach. The innocent people in the hall are struggling to die like maggots. Even if
I was in so much pain that I didn't dare to leave the hall.
The toxicity has reached the point where molten gold corrodes iron. The rock slabs of the hall are bubbling, and the structure is as loose as foam.
Both sides of the battle are sinking.
Little by little, it seems to be sinking into hell.