Chapter 671： Its over? (1/2)
No one laughed-even the blood corpses were not in the mood to laugh-of course if they could control the facial muscles well.
Who can make a **** smile!
The blood corpses stared straight at the big pits and turbulent flames on the ground, and everyone could see that they were scared.
Creatures with insufficient IQs for logical thinking are often particularly powerful in perceiving danger. This level of destructive power that can be called terror makes them feel personal fear.
However, it is not enough to scare them off.
The bottom of the pit is like an engine with a constant speed, with blood corpses rushing out at a rate of about 60 blood corpses per minute, and soon the pits are densely packed.
Thousands of Tier 5 deformed blood corpses stood together, and their aura was as shaken as their smell.
Qin Wuyong's legs were trembling.
”Niang Xipi, I don't want to die. The little flower of the old Wang's house next door is still waiting for my brother to confess that I am still a single noble, and I am still a virgin!”
Huang Dashan, who looked affectionately with the blood corpses, opened his mouth and cursed.
”I'm pooh, just you? Still single aristocrat? Those who can find a wife but not find a single aristocrat.”
Pause for a while, scanning Qin Wuyong with disdain,
”Anyone like you, oh, can only be called a single dog at best.”
If it weren't for so many blood corpses, Qin Wuyong would have to spray a mouthful of old blood more than two meters high.
However, in this situation, Qin Wuyong did not intend to be listed as the first target of attack by the blood corpse.
Shan Ye didn't plan to continue to take care of the goods, turned his head and said to the warlock.
”It's been so hard for a long time, are you good, and distracting so many blood corpses at the same time, we played very hard and good?”
You were just distracting the blood corpse?
——I really haven't seen this.
The warlock coughed,
”What are you yelling, don't you know that magic has a chance of failure, cough cough, my chance of failure is a little bit high-my hand was born, and after rubbing the meteorite for more than 20 years, you suddenly asked me to do this. You have to get used to it. Isn't it time? Eh, that's all right!!!”
The void face under the warlock's hood suddenly lit up with two striking red lights,
”Swallow the fear of these disgusting inferior products—the sky of disaster! Pain! Corrosion! Death Coil! Imps Legion!”
A series of languages that no one could understand appeared in the warlock's mouth, and his voice was filled with a certain hot aura, like a flame from hell, turning into a dark green twisted character.
The corpse cloud rolled up like boiling black grease, forming a huge, slowly rotating vortex that covered the entire sky. Unspeakable evil aura permeated from the center of the vortex.
The breath that only seeps out is more terrifying than the blood corpse, and more...vicious.
It makes the creatures stand upright, and makes the blood corpses restless.
——Behind the curtain of disaster, there is a real hell.
Then, the voice of the warlock became a weird duet aria, two completely different voices appeared at the same time, reciting different spells.
One voice was the crow-like tearing sound commonly used by warlocks, and the other was like a soft and gentle Wu Nong.
The effect of the spell is not yet known, but it is clearly not something friendly and peaceful.
The faint shadows at the feet of each blood corpse suddenly became solid and dark, black like an abyss, and even brought a black glowing character ”stroke”.
Their shadows have grown bigger.
Yes, the shadows of the blood corpses quickly swelled and distorted, as if something strange in shape was about to tear the shadows and crack their shells.
The blood corpses looked around and were more irritable, but they hadn't made any movements until now, just standing by the side of the pit.
Shan Ye said, ”What are they waiting for-is it the leader?”
Before the words fell, the blood corpses suddenly got some instructions and turned their backs to a few people neatly, bowed their heads toward the big pit, as if surrendered.
”I wipe...I have this mouth...”
Shan Ye slapped himself directly, and looked at Lin Chou with a weeping face.
”Lin Zi, if you call Gungun now, is it too late?”
A figure came slowly from the bottom of the pit, he (or it) had the height of an ordinary person, and his eyes were scarlet.
Unlike the blood corpse, he has skin.
His skin tone is also blood-red, with irregular lines painted on it, and this line covers every inch of his skin.
In terms of size, he is no different from ordinary people. Even the eight three-dimensional abdominal muscles have a primitive and wild beauty. To say that he is the leader of the blood corpses is more like from a primitive tribe. Primitive people walking out.
The jaws of Lin Chou and Lord Shan almost smashed their insteps, Lord Shan shouted,
”Fuck, what is this special thing!”
This is a purely humanoid creature, and the **** system doesn't give the slightest hint.
But without the need for system confirmation, Lin Chou can give the answer on his own.
”Rank six, a new breed of blood corpse...No, the blood corpse itself is already a new breed.”
The rank aura of this blood corpse was violent and unconcealed. The entire island was covered by his pressure, and even the air seemed to have turned into hard bricks, and the people couldn't breathe under pressure.
Qin Wuyong sat down on the ground,
”Mom, mom...”
This is the power of the ranks. If there is no firm mind, the instinctive fear that originates from the depths of the soul will instantly destroy the fighting power of any creature.
In short, the big guys come with a judging halo, the resistance is less than sixty points, and the unqualified debuff of the five scums.
The warlock said in a duo voice,
”Two people, things seem to be out of control?”
Shan Ye licked the corner of his mouth,
”Qin Wuyong of the dog said, get up and help them find a boat! If you don't have one, cut down the tree and make one! You **** hurry up!”
”Oh...”
At this time, the things in the shadow of the blood corpse finally tore through the darkness to reveal its true body. It was an ape-like creature burning with green ghost fire. It had a long tail and four arms. As soon as it appeared, it was immediately wrapped in the shadow. The owner of tweeting tore at them, and the flesh and blood flew across the board.
The blood corpse roared furiously, and the huge sharp claws grabbed them.
However, the creatures called imps summoned by these warlocks seemed to have no entity at all, and the attack of the blood corpse passed through the body, as if through a cloud of black smoke.
The little ghost let out a sharp and stern ”laughter”, his mouth was pulled to the limit, revealing a huge and jagged black-green gum.
”Crack, click!”
As if a locust plague swallowed the grassland, the densely clacking sound made people shudder.
The imp's fangs can't cause particularly effective damage. It just makes these **** corpses look extremely embarrassed, but the scene has been messed up, and the screams of the imps and the roar of the blood corpses are everywhere.
The little corpse leader silently stretched out his hand and pointed at the three of them.
All the blood corpses immediately raised their heads, their eyes brightened, roaring like chicken blood, and rushed to the Lin Chou trio in chaos.
The earth trembles under their feet!
Shan Ye swallowed a big sip of water, and protected the warlock who could not stand firmly behind him.
”Come on, come on! The puppies!!!”
Lin Chou was very calm, stretched out his hand, ”shovel it.”
The convenient shovel broke through the ground under his feet, and instantly appeared in the palm of his hand.