Chapter 125 Resentment is like the sea

The cold resentment permeated the whole mine, but everyone felt nothing. Cao Han stared deeply at the blood resentment soul that walked freely through the mine. The pair of greedy blood grass became more and more and more frightened, it was cold to the bone.

Although there is an increase in blood and resentment here, it is getting hotter and hotter, and in the end, they are sweating and gasping.

It was cold and hot, mysterious, wiping the sweat like rain, Mark frowned, and then slowly unfolded, with a smile on his mouth, saying, "I officially announce that the game will begin."

After saying that, Mark hurriedly ran away with people, leaving many slaves who looked at each other in con's eyes.

"Enclosed the hole..."

With Mark's sealing order, the way was immediately sealed, and a team of slaves guarded by the mine. Those who came stopped and crossed the line were killed.

Eight bloody big characters hung in the middle of the hole. No one dared to test the authenticity of this sentence. Mark's cruelty had already penetrated into the slave's heart, and they dared not.

Pressing on the veins, the grass cold squinted deeply, looked at those with open teeth and claws, licking the blood and resentment of living people. The blood boiled and the qi rose, so it was hot. The mine was extremely cold in the end.

This double fire is caused by blood and resentment.

"si~"

A wisp of light smoke suddenly rose from behind the grass cold god, "Woo~woo~", a strange whining sound emerged from a blood resentment soul trying to leave the mine. In the blink of an eye, the smoke soared, the soul flew away, and nothing was left. Then a red boundary appeared faintly, and the grass cold eyes were stunned.

This is the boundary mentioned by the ugly dragon before. Although it is a little different, its power is obvious to all.

Looking at the scattered blood and resentment soul with Cao Hanshen, there are five eyes, three gold-clad fighting slaves, a silver-clad slave, and a hidden one that is so deep that Cao Hanshen can't find it.

"Go quickly~"

The slaves gathered immediately dispersed. Many people took off the number plate on their chests before leaving. In an instant, they were the only one left at the mouth of the mine, but they were still unmoved by the rough cold, such as the boulder pressing soil, as Mount Tai.

Cao Hansen ran to a place without blood and resentment, and finally sank into the darkness of the mine.

I don't know that after he left, the "stone wall" of the mine in the distance accidentally moved a few times.

The probability of encountering more than 100 blood resentment souls will also become smaller after they are dispersed, so the grass will stay in place for so long to see where the blood resentment souls have gone.

"brush...brush..."

"Who?" I felt that there was something nearby, and the grass cold immediately shouted.

......

First, he narrowed his eyes, and then stared, releasing two cunning lights. His cold feet suddenly kicked the ground and ran away.

"Damn it! Chasing, he ran away and worked hard to meet such a big fat sheep. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but you can't let it slip away in front of your eyes.

"Yes, the potential star! And he is a clothesless slave. He must be very weak, woman! I'm coming."

As soon as the grass cold walked, two figures immediately ran out and chased after the grass cold deeply.

"Hmm! Humph! I can't measure myself." With a contemptuous smile, Cao Hanshen took these two people and ran away.

"Sand~"

10 minutes later, the grass stopped with a deep brake.

"Hey~hey~, why didn't the kid run away? Run! You run!" Seeing the grass cold and deep running into a dead end, Freio laughed grimly.

"Buck! Brother, we tore him." Another slave also followed and smiled at Cao Han, who was stuck to the ore wall.

"Maybe." Shaking his head, he said coldly and oldly, looking like a little adult.

"Kill one by one"

"Kill one by one"

Although we are not allowed to kill, how can they not kill people at the scene? They would rather kill Cao Hanshen than let Cao Hanshen, the fat sheep, slip away from their eyes.

The two swung their fists and pounded deep into the grass, with a strong fierce light flashing in their eyes.

"Tut~, what a good fist style." He stretched out a finger and shook in front of them with extreme contempt.

To the non-existent boxing style, Cao Han Shen is lying with his eyes open.

"Little kid, don't look down on people." Shaking his clothes, Fleo showed a ragged dress inside. He could faintly see the copper luster and roared, "I'm a slave in bronze. You rubbish, die~~~~."

"Puff~"

Freo spit out a mouthful of blood, and he rolled up on the ground like a broken wind.

"Big brother~", Fletcher roared and watched Fletcher pass by.

"Bang!"

The cold little fist, like lightning, passed through Fletcher's blockade and hit him directly on his chest. Fletcher immediately repeated Fleo's footsteps.

"Woo~woo~"

The size of the body does not reverse the gap between them and the depth of the grass. Adults may not be stronger than children. The physical strength of the grass depth can be infinitely close to that of the swordsman. Although the true spirit is only the strength of the swordsman, the star is stronger than that of the swordsman.

Originally, Freio still had a chance to win. If he hadn't been beaten and his right hand on the bronze stage, how could he be a cold opponent with his strength?

"Woo~woo~"

The strange sound sounded again, and Cao Hanshen had to stop his intention to take advantage of the victory and retreat to the mine wall and look around vigilantly.

Suddenly, a cloud of blood came and drowned the Freo brothers in an instant. There was a cry of ghosts and wolves, and the howls of Freo and Fletcher's life and death spread throughout the mine.

"Here comes...Here comes the ghost..."

"Ah~, don't kill me."

The chaos began with their screams, and the blood and resentment also actively wandered in this area.

The Fleo brothers are the first to be hit.

Holding the "thunder" tightly, the grass cold and deep sweat kept flowing on his cheeks like rain. The blood fog squirmed a few times and floated towards the grass cold. From time to time, several resentment appeared in the blood fog, one of which was Freo.

In his heart, Cao Han's deep face stared at the two bodies lying on the ground as white as snow, emitting a gloomy atmosphere, and firmly grasping the dragon and snake ring with his left hand.

"Gulu~Gulu~"

The grass stood motionless in the blood fog, smelling the smell of the wind, and listening to the howling and digesting of resentment in his ears.

Three minutes later, the blood fog drifted towards another place. The grass was cold and calm and appeared unharmed outside the blood fog.

"What the hell is this?" Cao Han said with deep heart.

Looking back at the two bodies, Cao Han deep ran for his life. He couldn't run without running. It was too horrible.

Even if there is the supreme method of "Soul Refining Ninefold" which is an innate way to restrain the soul body, Cao Hanshen does not dare to write a package list and can clean up the ghost thing.

Secret, horrible and powerful.

The sea of corpses, one person and one soul.

A dark soul floated on the sea of corpses, and the empty and ruthless voice sounded, "You... honor the agreement... give... continue... go..."

A small bloody and horrible soul cloud slowly drifted towards the man. The man was obviously experienced, like a rock, and was not moved by him.

The blood cloud wandered around the man twice, and then rushed into his eyebrows, and finally the blood cloud completely disappeared into the man's eyebrows.

The man's eyes immediately turned red and laughed wantonly, "Military, you underestimated me. This is a plan to kill four birds with one stone."

"Wow ha ha... This is power... Don't come here once a year, Yingjiao, thank you."

After getting what he wanted, the man slowly left the sea of corpses.

The soul cloud moved after the man left and turned into a monster with two horns and human-headed snakes. It was the soul that Cao Hanshen met last time, but I haven't seen it for a few days. The soul of the soul has changed too fast.

"Roar...Roar...Roar..."

The soul roared repeatedly, and black smoke swayed out of the sea of corpses, and finally gathered a black smoke cloud as black as ink at the top of the pit.

"Roar!", the resentment soul is like the sea, the resentment broke through the nine heavens, the ghost cried and the wolf howled, and the monster took the lead, moving with the resentment smoke cloud to the deep direction of the grass.

"The blood resentment soul is as fierce as a piranha, but it has an unknown secret, that is, it will only suck people with damaged breath of life." The grass cold muttered as he walked.

The blood resentment soul has a fatal weakness. It smells blood like a shark, unless someone incites it, otherwise they will definitely not conflict with the living.

A crisis is coming quietly, and all the contestants are kept in the dark, still beingware of the haunted slaves around them, and a large number of killers are floating with resentment.

"Ah~"

"What is it? How can I..." The voice stopped hoarsely, and a figure fell down forever.

"Here!", he said secretly, and Cao Han's deep eyes looked at the black ball floating from the distance.

The resentment soul does not have the terrible devouring ability of blood and resentment, nor does it have its mystery, but the resentment soul wins without restrictions. He can attack the enemy and assimilate the other party at any time, and there are also the terrible attack power of his group, and a large number of resentment souls sweep across the mines.

Resentment is like the sea, and the sound is like thunder.

Grass cold rubbed the spiritual ring deeply and shouted, "Come out quickly, come out..."

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

In just a few times, a few people died without any chance, adding up to 30 people, which is fatal to all the contestants. So many people died before they started.

"Little kid, don't knock, I won't come out. This is your battlefield, and I have arranged it for you. Just kill it." The voice of the ugly dragon finally came out, and the grass was deep and worried.

Amazed and worried.

According to this momentum, it will be difficult to achieve the conclusion that 100 people will play, just because the other side steps on it. Strong, and your own side, weak... weak... weak...

How many slaves can let it eat?

After eating them, he still devoured himself. Damn Mark, don't leave

Opening a mine, what a bullshit rule, the grass is so cold that it bites its teeth.

I don't know that the ugly dragon has actually been arranged for a long time. Although there will be resentment souls to kill Caohanshen, the danger of such as the soul is doomed not to meet. The ugly dragon has warned the soul with momentum.