Chapter 87 Let the blood fly, kill

Chapter 87--Let the blood fly and kill

"Why did you help me? Is it because I and Grandpa Larry know each other?" Cao Han looked at this enthusiastic little girl with deep vigilance, and the girl's enthusiasm was too enthusiastic.

"Hee! Guess?" The little girl jumped in front of Cao Hanshen, and it seemed that she was in a good mood.

It's really a capricious woman. Her mood turns so fast. When she grows up, she is definitely a person who can turn all sentient beings upside down. Her eyes and smile are touched by it. Is it natural charming bones?

What are you doing? Humph!" The little girl suddenly smiled sweetly, and then made a grimace, wrinkled her nose and hummed.

In fact, Cao Hanshen doesn't want to do anything. As long as you wait quietly, you will not go. Since you come, you won't leave. In order to complete the "Soul Refining Record", Cao Hanshen has planned to risk it. When the earth's grass cold deep refining to the second layer, it is found that "Blood Nerve" is incomplete, and there is no problem. The problem is in the second level. Soul refining, the soul refining is to enhance its power by burning its own soul, which is very abnormal. Try to ask who has endless soul power to burn, but later bought from a magic cultivation, the "Soul Refining Record", Cao Han deep understood everything, but after he had reached the second level, it was too late.

This is also the reason why Cao Hanshen was not in a hurry to practice "Blood Nerves", but the magic practice was not good intentions. "The Record of Soul Refining" was passive, but he did not take advantage of it, because Cao Hanshen destroyed him. How can he not do such an important thing as his own life and future cultivation? Has it been arranged?

You are not kind, I am not righteous!

Anyway, you are also a demon, and everyone can be killed.

"The Record of Soul Refining" takes away all souls and refines all methods. It can't be burned to the highest level. The only weakness is that it needs too many fierce souls before Xiaocheng, with negative emotions, hatred, jealousy and hatred. Among them, the soul with 'killing' is more perfect, killing the soul, killing the soul. Evil soul.

The most indispensable thing on the battlefield is this kind of soul. The grass is cold and deep enough to smell the military soul of mourning and killing. The military soul is only a kind of soul of evil, but it is pure.

In Ladias, everywhere is full of the soul of evil.

"Hey! What are you thinking about? It's not good to be distracted in front of the lady. It's immoral~" The little girl looked at Cao Han Shen's wandering outside and blocked her heart. It's not too much for a person like Cao Han Shen should be dragged out to kill him a thousand times. The little girl nodded her head from time to time and nodded her little head with deep consent.

"Ah! Shit, I'm going back." As if thinking about something, the little girl looked very anxious and a big disaster was coming.

Glancing at him, he leaned aside and fell asleep, extremely ignoring the little girl.

"Oh, how can you do this..." The little girl clenched Yubai's little hand and stared at Cao Hanshen angrily, but she seemed to be thinking about something. Even if she was extremely angry, she did not intend to stay for a moment and ran to the depths tent, which was the black hand of Nad's tent.

It seems that she is living a terrible life.

What kind of subordinates will the black hand Nader arrange for himself? It's really worth thinking deeply. As long as it's not Leonard's undercover, it doesn't matter at all.

In tomorrow's war, Cao Han's deeply skeptical attitude, because the fortress did not look like there was going to war, which was not be normal. Indeed, Cao Han did not know that tomorrow's war would not be a war at all, but just bloody murder, eliminated the weak, and abandoned the waste 'garbage meat grinder', which has basically become semi-public in Ladias. The secret is that all people above the centurion know that there is such a war every four days.

After meditizing and recovering, the grass will fall asleep and no longer intend to practice. Reaching the first layer of grass will reach the bottleneck that every practice will encounter. To break the bottleneck, it takes opportunity and opportunity to have enough true qi.

The grass is cold and deep, so he thinks of the new secret of cultivation. "The Record of Soul Refining" is the most suitable for the cold grass, hum! Killing, if killing can make you strong, the grass is cold and deep, no matter whether it wants to bleed into a river or a corpse like a mountain, there is no immortal in war.

But the grass was deeply wrong, so he did not practice the "Record of Soul Refining" in his first war. That is the soul without the heart of killing. How can he practice?

...

Wow~, a strong cold wind came from outside the camp. At the border, the weather is terrible. It's better to expect good weather than to kill a few more people.

"Kid, come out, it's your turn to play." Bafeili's annoying vicious voice sounded outside the camp, and it's hard not to hear it.

"Ha!" With a burst of ridicule, Cao Han deeply patted his slightly frozen face and Shi Ran stepped out of the camp.

"Little man, I really have yours, and I can really sleep! Don't you know you're going to the battlefield? Don't be afraid at all." Ba Feili stared curiously at Cao Han's deep and calm appearance. He seemed to go to make friends. He was really flat, and Ba Feili was very unhappy.

"So fast, ! Why don't we go to breakfast?" Cao Han deeply looked at Ba Feili walking out of the base camp strangely, and the people around him were dead with you, and even looked at themselves with the eyes of the body.

"Unhappy, it's almost finished. Also, I wish you good luck. If you want to have breakfast, then come back alive, hahaha..." Ba Feili laughed crazily, and his expression was a little crazy and blood-eating.

"Where are my subordinates?" Thinking of the subordinates promised by the black hand, Cao Hanshen was about to leave the camp, and he didn't even see the shadow. Are my subordinates picked by those two battalions?

"Your subordinates? I don't know anything. I only received that I was going to take you to the second battalion to gather, and I didn't know anything else." He scanned Cao Hanshen doubtfully and made sure that he didn't lie before turning his head back to the front. He muttered something dissatisfiedly, but Cao Han deep didn't hear anything clearly.

"I'm here." Ba Feili rudely pulled the grass cold deep to the front and pushed it forward. The grass cold fell to a steep slope below like a rolling gourd.

"Here, is it?" Looking at the dense surroundings, it is full of people, and he is still pressing one. Just now, he walked behind and was blocked by Ba Feili and didn't see clearly what was in front of him. Now Cao Han deeply knows that there are four sides high here and low in the middle. Only a small door behind has a small narrow passage to leave, or just He was afraid to go up from the steep slope, but he stood around and pointed a long gun at the soldiers here. Cao Han knew that it was impossible.

Cao Han Shen will not forget the strong ridicule when Ba Feili left, as if he was saying that you can't come back alive, which is extremely disgusting in Cao Han's eyes.

"Ouch! Can you take your feet away, young man? You, pressed, arrived, me." Suddenly, an old voice came from the cold left side of the grass. When I took a closer look, I was just pressing the old man's feet. No wonder I felt a little waist. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." The grass cold deep immediately said.

"I know, you see." The old man pointed cheerfully to the people who were pushed down above.

With the old man's instructions, Cao Han finally understood why he was so easy to talk. He was not only old, tender, but also many of them were very thin, not to mention the innocent people who were pushed down or pressed down.

It lasted for more than 0 minutes before no one was pushed down.

"Listen, you are rubbish and scum. If you want to survive, kill the people around you. See, the passage in front of you." Toby stood on it and stared at the people here, his voice was as cold and frightening. He actually wanted us to kill each other. The people around him couldn't help pointing to him. In the direction, the wooden fence full of purple and black blood scars locked people in it. "There are 1961 people here, but I only need 200 people to kill 9 or more people to leave the 'beast kiln'. What I want is the bloodiest warrior. Show me your last value."

"Start!"

With Toby's shouting, the people here look at me, and I look at you. I'm all dumbfounded. What kind of war is this? What kind of war is this? This is... This is killing each other!"

"Ah!"

"No!"

"Uh!"

"Kill one by one"

"Kill one by one"

Although I don't want to admit that people are still crazy, the killing will start soon. There is no need to wait for Toby for a long time. In order to survive, all the people are crazy. They are full of mixed voices, shouts, screams, and hell on earth is released here.

"Huh?" Cao Han stared at the old man who had been talking and laughing just now with two thin hands sticking into his neck, full of Jinghe. What is this?

"I'm sorry, little child, I have to live. My grandson is still waiting for me to buy him candy. You can do it. Let me kill you. You will get well soon. You won't suffer anymore. I will definitely donate the blessing of the God of Light, so you can die!"

Go to hell!

I wanted to bite the cold heart like a poisonous snake. I thought I was firm enough to be bound by the love and hatred in the world, but I was still wrong.

As long as Cao Han deeply used a little force, the old man immediately had to go to the underworld to drink tea with death, but Cao Han kept coughing his red neck and almost died, and he couldn't breathe. "Did I die like this?" Cao Han deeply muttered to himself, and his consciousness was almost disilated.

"Ah~"

Suddenly, Cao Han heard the old man's miserable cry in a daze, and then fell on his body. The old man's unwilling and unwilling eyes were deeply imprinted in the depths of Cao Han's soul.

"Cough~"

Taking the opportunity to take a few breaths, Cao Han deeply lay on the ground and listened to the tearing of the old man and children around him. At one time, he thought that this was hell, and in fact, it was also hell, the end of human nature.

"Ah~", suddenly Cao Han shouted deeply, stared at the murderous people around him crazily, waved his little hand, punched one by one, without mercy, one punch, blood galloped around the grass cold depth, and each blood dragon was a dancer, releasing his enchanting beauty in the air.

This is how blood soared.