Chapter 275, advance and retreat win, the so-called strong

There is no need for words. This bloody and dark horror idea naturally came into Zhu Peng's mind. At this time, he had been thrown down by the bloody teenager who was like an incarnation of a beast. The white and shiny teeth had been fiercely against his neck. If it hadn't been for the instinctive block of Zhu Peng's elbow, at this moment, he was afraid I'm afraid that I've been bitten by my teeth.

But even if it was blocked, Zhu Peng's left elbow was still bitten. It was very strange that the existence in the state of the soul would actually gushed out red blood. As soon as he felt this strange idea, Zhu Peng's injured elbow had a sharp pain again. The beast-like blood suit really opened his mouth and tore it. There is a piece of blood on his arm. Fuck you. He scolded with hatred in his heart. Zhu Peng kicked out the heavy blood coat, but the man didn't seem to care. He just chewed and swallowed the blood muscle and flesh he tore from Zhu Peng.

Looking at the wildness of the hazy teenager who devoured flesh and blood on his limbs, Zhu Peng, who finally stood up, flashed a trace of fear in his heart. The most unlucky thing, this wisp of fear was caught by the bloody teenager.

"Are you afraid?" He smiled and said, "I'm afraid it's too late." He swallowed the flesh and blood in his mouth into his abdomen, and the hazy body of the blood coat seemed to solidify a little. Zhu Peng's eyesight was amazing, and there would be no mistakes or omissions in this deadly problem.

"The extraterritorial demon god, who dominates the infinite extraterritorial demons, pays attention to the words and methods, and the weak and the strong food." It was still on all fours and forced in little by little, but the horrible and bloody idea "squeezed" into Zhu Peng's mind little by little. From what I just said, "Do things according to the ancient rules of the Devil's Gate. The weak eat the flesh, the strong eat, don't complain about life and death, and gamble on life." From that moment on, you and I were pulled into the bloody battlefield of extraterritorial laws. From that moment on, there can only be one between you and me. The winner has everything, and the loser gives everything.

A slight cold sweat inexplicably flows down from the body in the state of the soul. It seems that this "blood prison battlefield" has the effect of greatly realizing the soul idea, and can even forcibly convert the vitality, pouring the opponent's power into the victor's body with the loss of flesh and blood, just like the blood-clothed man devoured it up. A piece of Zhu Peng's flesh and blood is obviously solidified.

"This seems to be very unfair. You have fought for thousands of years, killed countless people, and took the initiative to pull me into the bloody prison battlefield. No matter in which way, you have all the advantages and initiative. If you can really do this at will outside the territory, let alone how many demons are generated, it is not enough for the strong to devour and kill. It seemed that the wisp of fear had turned into fear. Zhu Peng lowered his head and retreated slightly. Even the crystal sword in his hand was hidden by him. It seemed that he didn't want the man in blood to see the existence of the sword.

"Extraterritorial killing seems to be unscrupulous, but in fact, it must abide by the irreversible rules. You don't have to be curious. As long as you integrate into my body and become my yuan god, these knowledge and secrets will naturally appear in your mind. How good."

He chewed and swallowed the flesh and blood in his mouth and digested it all. The illusory and solid blood clothes finally stopped chanting and killed directly with a roar. In fact, he didn't say the rules of the bloody prison battlefield. Zhu Peng can also generally guess a little, which is nothing more than the relative equivalence of strength. It's just a limit on the number of times to summon blood prison.

This self-right wing leader is under the command of the ancient ancestor dragon, the middle third pillar of the demon god. The three-ey prison dragon king of evil eyes obviously has the accumulation of countless time and the power of infinite magic, but in the bloody prison, he chooses the most unfavorable close physical battle for him. On the one hand, it is because the oil is exhausted and the lamp is really power to urge, and the other On the other hand, it is also likely to be the limiting effect of the blood prison law. He can devour Zhu Peng's flesh and blood to replenish his vitality. Similarly, Zhu Peng may also gain the power and inheritance of the extraterritorial demon god by killing him. Even if there is only one, that level of power traction is enough for Zhu Peng to build a high house and be reborn.

"Good to come." Thinking like this in his heart, he estimated silently. Looking at the bloody figure that had been killed, Zhu Peng slightly licked his slightly dry lips. He was just uncomfortable with the strange environment of the "blood prison battlefield". The red blood water that accidentally bit his lips and flowed out was licked clean by him.

If Zhu Peng, who lowered his head, showed a little fear and timidity when he just talked, then he raised his head at this time and knew life and death, just like a bloodthirsty wolf in the wilderness, ferocious, greedy and tyrannical. The meanings of these three words were perfectly expressed in his slightly red eyes. Come out.

He stood up straight, turned his right hand upside down, and held the short sword. Zhu Peng shook his body. The next moment, the lightning did not reach the side of the blood-dressed teenager. His right hand stood up the knife and went straight to the throat of the teenager.

"Reversely grasp the sword, hide the knife and cut backwards?" Seeing Zhu Peng's strange gesture, a familiar idea naturally emerged from the memory of killing for thousands of years in his blood. He hid the blade of the short sword under his forearm. When he fought closely, ordinary enemies could not see the weapon in his hand, and only thought that he was hitting it with his elbow and forearm.

Although it is simple, it is very practical and has a very confusing effect. If it is an ordinary physical practice with insufficient experience in killing, suddenly being so close to Zhu Peng, and as a result is confused and captured in a normal way or hit with his own arms, then the end is undoubtedly miserable, and you will suffer immediately!

"Isn't it a little funny to kill me with this kind of low-level monk's close-up short fight?" Even in the fierce fight, the bloody clothes still have such an idea in his spare time. Of course, he is relaxed. Whether he wins or loses, there is no pressure for him. After winning, he invaded the body of Zhu Peng's yuan god, and then he cast spells to preach the Blood Spirit Ridge, which can directly gain a great advantage in the future inheritance and struggle, and even seize some treasures that he wants outside the territory on the earth star.

If it fails, it is even more a good thing. It shows that there are truly excellent talents among the children in the lower world. His primordial spirit is purely absorbed by the blood children under the role of the bloody prison battlefield. In the future, he does not have to be busy with all kinds of things by himself and directly release various tasks outside the country. The children of the lower world are driven by sufficient interests. It is bound to be done for yourself. It's cost-effective to save worry and effort. By the way, I also take care of the younger generation. Is there any more cost-effective business in the world than this?

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