Chapter 1070： I have a lot of time anyway (1/2)

With a wave of the giant's arm controlled by Liu Renjun, the mushroom cloud that had been standing over Qin Mountain for a long time immediately began to collapse, quickly retracting into the pits and cracks that had been filled with flesh and blood mud when it appeared.

Zhao Zheng tried several times with the source crystal cannon, and found that the mushroom cloud could still absorb the energy of the source crystal cannon, so he had to give up.

After several rounds of birdwing ballista and Yuanjing Cannon bombing, Qin Shan has completely turned into a ”Qin Keng”.

The entire bottom of the plowed Qinshan pit was filled with space crevices made by Liu Renjun, and the top was filled with the flesh and bones of living corpses, forming a sea of ​​blood covering an area of ​​more than ten kilometers.

After the mushroom cloud retracted, the sea of ​​blood seemed to be activated.

Among them, countless huge vines twisted and squirmed and set off stormy waves, like maggots in a dung pit.

The smell of the sea of ​​blood is vomiting, and even many ordinary people within nearly ten kilometers of the sea of ​​blood have already developed symptoms of poisoning.

Under the eyes of everyone, Shi Shiran, the giant blood corpse, stepped into the sea of ​​blood and lay down.

The face of the blood corpse giant changed, and finally fixed on Liu Renjun's face——

Although it is still distorted and ugly, it is humanitarian enough compared to other faces.

Liu Renjun churned the ”water” of the sea of ​​blood with his hands, giving the impression that it was not a thick, foul-smelling fleshy mud but clear hot spring water. The pale or gray bone fragments in the fleshy mud were like fragrant petals. .

The sea of ​​blood and the three-hundred-meter giant representing Liu Renjun formed a kind of resonance that can be seen with the naked eye. The blood-red mist evaporates from the surface of the blood sea, turning into strands of crystal clear blood-colored threads that circulate around Liu Renjun. There is a very strange and strange beauty.

Liu Renjun said in a tone-shifting voice without any haste,

”Well, have the skills of the descendants of the Qin family been cooled down yet? In fact, Liu is also very curious about the results of his analysis of me.”

Zhao Zheng, the young leader of the Zhao family, stood on the heights of the house near Qinshan with a loudspeaker in his hand, and opened his mouth to spray.

”Does your **** surname Liu still have the dignity of being a strong man? Every day, he cleans up these disgusting things that are sneaky, even if he is rebellious against the party and has a real sword with Mingguang, my grandfather will not be enough. When it comes to you guys, it's so boring.

”Oh?” Liu Renjun didn't mean to be angry at all. ”Real swords and guns? Mingguang has millions of people. My Liu family only holds half-dead corpses in his hands. Why should I use you? Hey, my Liu family, After all, it also needs to be developed~”

Zhao Zheng: ”You develop your paralysis, develop, get off! Don't come to this set with Xiaoye, and say, what the **** do you want to do today?”

The face of Zhao Zheng's scumbag was almost the same as Zhao Qingcang and Zhao Er. A handsome face that was still upright was in a mess at this moment, and I don't know how many girls' spring dreams have been ruined.

Liu Renjun really answered.

”Well, it's not that I can't tell you, but I'm a person who always speaks more verbosely, ha ha ha...”

Zhao Zheng squinted somewhere in the corner of his eyes. The evolutionary’s superb eyesight allowed him to see several back figures that were leaving fast in different directions.

”Oh? I'm the least afraid of trouble. I'm tired from fighting. Let's take a break and tell stories and talk about the mountains. It's also a very good choice!”

Liu Renjun propped up a body of three hundred meters and sat cross-legged in a sea of ​​blood, seeming to be serious about telling a story.

He pointed to his face,

”Zhao Zheng, right, look at my face, is it a bit familiar?”

Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes.

”Don't give me a close-up, it's not easy. If you are unfamiliar with this one, the young master will still be able to beat the muddy chrysanthemum in a while.”

Liu Ren said with a smile,

”Oh, so it means that bare people want to repay their debts?”

Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows, and felt that for no reason, it seemed that it was not a good option to delay time by talking about Dashan.

(Don’t be a story that the little master doesn’t know!)

Liu Renjun shook his head.

”Forget it, it's boring.”