Chapter 34 The Device of Death • Lock Soul Scythe

"Haha... I got it, I got it..."

"Puff..."

A bright red knife came out of the abdomen of the former. The smile that appeared on his face because he grabbed the divine personality had not completely subsided, and the blood flowed. The process was less than three seconds before and after.

Because of the outflow of a divine form, the whole team of players became crazy. Those players who wanted to try their luck also broke the idea of going to the divine tomb to test for this reason. They chased the divine form one by one. Wherever the divine form passed, the blood flowed into a river...

At the beginning, the group of people who gave up killing Cheng Fei locally were also sweaty and chased the route passed by the divine. In the first few opportunities, the other party was a player who got the divine spirit, but they still underestimated a lot about the ** power of the divine spirit. Any player who got the divine spirit was like getting a reminder. The life charm lost its life before it was too late to be happy. However, even so, there were still a large number of players chasing the route of the divine character.

Now go back to chase Cheng Fei? The flow of people surged so much that he didn't even know where he had gone. Not to mention whether Cheng Fei, who was already awake, left his original position. Although they were aware of the scourge of the divine character, they watched the divine character being taken away by others and were sincerely unwilling to fall behind the troops transferred by the divine character after experiencing the unfortunate death of the four players.

No advance or retreat is the tactic they choose. However, every time they saw the change of god, they couldn't help but bang in their hearts and pinched a handful of cold sweat. Such psychological torture bombarded their hearts again and again.

"Haha... It's worthy of being an elite player. It's really bold. It's amazing to throw out the divine spirit. Why... Can't you stand it anymore?" The movement in front of him was really too big. Even the onlookers around him were running into the air at this time. In an open space, there were only arrogant players who were opposed to each other. When they saw the heavily protected sky, their faces also showed a greedy look, and the prison blood and fire smiled softly.

"Hmm... You'd better worry about yourself." Although he said this, he seemed to have a little lack of confidence. After a while, the players in the proud sky understood the real strength of the first master of China. Although they did not know how terrible death was, the people in front of them were almost the same.

The strangeness of the body, the ferocity of the means, one move, there are always one or two players who are broken by their arms and legs, and the dark golden soil has turned black and red at this time. Some players even doubt whether the seemingly weak ground will be stained with blood because of the hard trampling.

At this time, the smile of prison blood and war is more horrible than the devil in their eyes.

"Is it necessary for me to worry about myself? If you don't think you're dead enough, I won't complain about wasting more time to have fun with you... Of course, if you change your mind, I won't pursue anything. Anyway, I won't be addicted to killing. They are all foreign adventurers. I can understand your feelings..." The prison blood war said lightly, but in the ears of the proud sky players, I couldn't help but make a noise in my heart. It was like the devil growing a pair of holy white wings. The two were diametrically opposed, so that the players surrounded by the prison blood war couldn't help shivering.

"This devil will also think of others? So you were so cruel just now?!"

"If this devil can understand our feelings, the pigs will climb the tree..."

In the heart of Cangqiong Yigu, there was also a fierce struggle at this time. Although he knew that there would be casualties in this action before he took action, the real strength of the blood and war in prison was still underestimated by him a lot. About a quarter of an hour, and the proud players who fell in the pool of blood had already surpassed There are three digits.

On the other hand, the outflow of Cheng Fei's divine character also makes the heart of the sky and loneliness become restless. If he continues to fight against the blood of prison and war, whether he can get the other party's divine character or not, that is to say, the divine character that is constantly contested by everyone, the joy of holding the divine character with his own hands is undoubtedly not hanging the latter. The appetite.

At this time, the situation of Cangqiong·Yigu has become a dilemma. However, when he made a decision, Cangqiong·Qiangu suddenly stood by the former's ear and said a few words. The expression on his face changed, and his eyes looking at the prison blood and war also gradually became fierce.

"I think I don't have to give you preferential treatment anymore... Since you are obsessed, then leave all your lives here. Although I can't hear what Cangqiong Qiangu said in the lonely ear of Cangqiong, it is not difficult to guess that the other party's spearhead has not changed at this time. The black long gun "chig" into the ground, and its eyes look coldly at the sky • Qiangu. This person can't stay...

"Hmm... I'm afraid that you are at the end of the road, so you will say what you just said. No matter how strong a person is, how can he be an opponent of tens of thousands of people and can't get your divineness. If you say this, I will be proud of the face of the world, and I will not sweep the floor... Brothers, use near-range cooperation to attack. Even if you are exhausted today, you have to burst out his divine style.

"Hey hey... Don't be swd... Let me show you what the real gap is..." He waved his head, and his hands slowly floated in front of his chest. With a dark light shining from his eyes, the rumbling sound made the earth shake uneasily. Then everyone saw that a strong to extreme black smoke kept oozing out of the earth, appearing around the prison blood and war, making it quickly Wrap it up.

The ghost crying and hissing from the black smoke is like bringing everyone to hell. The remnants of the ghost are faintly visible in the black, crying, laughing, in a daze... This horrible scene made the arrogant players present couldn't help shivering.

"Spatter quickly... What the hell is this..." In fact, before Cangqiong Yigu shouted this sentence, other players had already retreated far. The strength of the prison blood war was not bad. Now that there is such a big noise, how can it be a simple move? For a time, 100 meters around the prison blood war has become empty.

"Big... Skull... The skull... Jin... The body..."

The whole body is a large skull golden body made of black ghosts. On its huge body, the black bones make a creaking sound. The prison blood and fire floats on the chest of the big skeleton. Two rays of black light connect the two eyes. The big skeleton feet step on the ground. With each step, the ground will become uneasy. Shake it up.

The big skull golden body of the Skull King • Dark Wind has now appeared on the body of prison blood and war. Although its bones are not transparent dark gold, it can perform the strongest trick of the Skeleton King. Its sharpness can be imagined...

"The weapon of death • lock soul sickle."

The death sickle with a thick chain appeared in the right hand of the big skeleton the next moment. The all-red eyes, no matter which position they looked at, the players corresponding to the proud sky, could not help retreat for a while. If the previous prison blood war was the devil, then the latter at this time was the god of death who harvested life.

"You... Just take it as the funeral goods I harvest..." The extremely cold words came out of his mouth. The figure was extremely fast and controlled the big black skeleton. As he said, with the swing of each death sickle, the sickle that seemed to devour all souls, and then cut the player in half, a black ball was swallowed up by it, and then tied along the handle of the sickle. The chain is constantly filled into the black skeleton bracket.

It's like devouring energy and feeding the big skeleton. This is a battlefield of blood and death. Screaming, hissing, despair, fear, full of the whole battlefield, scares the bold proud players, just like a fleeing mouse. However, even so, the ghost-like big black skeleton is like a The scattered ghost soon appeared in front of them. The blood-red sickle waved fiercely from its head, and a living life died in an instant...

"That group of players are shouting about what the hell. It's not like they've met a ghost. They're making a fuss... Er... Ghost!!!"

"Ghost? Hello... Brother, wake up... We are still in the game. Hey... What are you running for? Damn, don't you just grab a god? It's okay if you can't catch it. Why do they all seem to hit a ghost now..."

"Puff..." The sickle fell, the blood was sprinkled, together with the players who fainted on the ground, the two were cut in half, and the blood splashed all over the ground...

For a moment, the crowd became ** again and began to rise because of the outflow of the divine character, but now it has evolved into being hunted down by the big skeleton. The players of the proud sky have been slaughtered, and the first person to slaughter is the secret words of the sky at the beginning. The sky is lonely because of the distance from the sky. Close, the next second knife is to solve him together.

Using the big skeleton gold body, the prison blood war is like falling into the killing demon way. Its killing speed is getting faster and faster, and the big skull skeleton of the dark bone is also because it has devoured a lot of black substances. In the black color, a touch of bright red is slowly increased.

"Quick, good opportunity..." Taking advantage of the chaos, the group who attacked Cheng Fei finally seized the opportunity. An assassin player blinded the swordsman player who got the divine character on the spot. Three knives pierced the latter's stomach almost at the same time, emitting white light, and were grabbed by the warrior players who followed in the rear.

"Haha... I finally got it. Let's go..."

"Boom..."

"Ah..."

The bloody sickle was hit from the top. The soldier held the right hand of the god and was broken by a wave. A big cold sweat flowed down from the warrior's forehead. However, before the player in a daze behind did something, the sharp weapon to harvest the soul once again changed its direction and attacked them.