And the most incredible thing is that those people have obviously scratched their muscles to expose their white bones, but they are still scratching, as if they don't notice the pain at all, while grabbing the bloody pieces of meat on their bodies piece by piece, while still muttering in their mouths: "How can it be so itchy, comfortable, comfortable and itchy, come again, comfortable" "It's hard to scratch it again, oh" "It's getting more and more itchy, and it's getting more and more comfortable to scratch it." finally Someone scratched himself with a look of enjoyment, but after scratching for a while, he felt that his hands were sticky, and when he reached out to his eyes, he found that it was all flesh and blood, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "What's going on, whose blood is this?"
The crowd looked at the man.
His ribs and sides were now completely gone, and even his own ribs were pulled off three by himself and thrown to the ground This is the kind of person who is surprised to ask others: whose blood is this The weirdness of this scene made everyone who saw it creepy and shuddered If the other party is like this, what about yourself?
Seeing everyone's strange gaze, this person's eyes turned, and he saw that the people around him were full of crazy itching people, the pieces of flesh and blood and people, picking out their eyeballs, and actually reached out and scratched vigorously in their eye sockets: "It's itching to death, it's itching to death, it's comfortable, it's comfortable."
The man trembled and suddenly said, "Is this me?"
Looking down, he blurted out with a loud cry: "My body, oh my God, this me, me, I'm itching to scratch, comfortable, my God, what's going on, itching to scratch, comfortable" This person looked at his body in horror, but he couldn't control his hand to scratch, his eyes were frightened and desperate, but his face could still show a very comfortable expression of enjoyment, which was really weird.
I actually watched myself pull my bones off my body one by one, then break them, throw them away, and then scratch my internal organs This person's last thought was: Could it be that this is in my own hands, and being directly pinched by me is the first time my heart has seen it All the people who shouted and had itchy faces on their bodies ended up scratching themselves to death in the end One figure after another, desperately screaming itching in their mouths, scratching desperately on their hands, then breaking themselves to pieces, and then falling to the ground and dying.
Before dying, there was no exception, and everyone's last words were: "It's so itchy that I'm dying of comfort."
It's really itchy to death, plus comfortable to death The black fog appeared suddenly, and the stay was short-lived, only diffusing for a moment at the beginning, and then dissipating without a trace.
From the appearance to the final dissipation, there are only a few tens of breaths However, it was this spread that enveloped four or five hundred people one after another, but they were scratched to death by themselves Looking at the corpses all over the place, the so-called piles of corpses are like mountains, and then look at the messy flesh and blood that is covered all over the place, and the killers who are lucky to not feel the itch on their bodies, one by one, their hair stands on end, cold sweat is dripping, their eyes are straight, and they are so frightened that their souls are scattered Although they were lucky not to die of itching, they were about to die of scare at the moment What kind of means is this Especially when I saw the corpses on the ground, the people were obviously dead, the death was fragmented and miserable, and there was still a look of enjoyment on their faces Everyone who saw this scene was trembling again and again, and they all trembled with fear.
The scene fell into silence again, and there were still people in the distance who rushed desperately, and someone shouted loudly in the distance: "Hey, that wind Ling, it's not dead yet."
"Wind Ridge's Head Is Mine" "Let No One Move" lest others rob the great credit of this day.
While shouting, he rushed desperately.
The legendary "sending to death" is probably nothing more than that It's just that everyone at the scene was in no mood to wonder if the one who had just come over was "sent to death", and they all looked at the black-clothed Lingbao Pavilion Wind Monarch opposite in horror It's like hell poison That black mist must be poison under the Wind Monarch's seat But, what kind of poison is this It's so sharp, so domineering, so unbelievable The crowd had never even heard of it.
All the killers who can come here, who dare to provoke continental-level forces like Lingbao Pavilion, which one is not a well-known character Everyone is well-informed, experienced in a hundred battles, and everyone is wearing life-saving treasures that can detect and detoxify drugs anytime and anywhere, which are all necessary things for walking the rivers and lakes.
Under normal circumstances, not to mention being poisoned, even if it is only a slight poisoning, it is unlikely that it will appear in this group of people However, this Wind Monarch seemed to have just released a cloud of black mist, and then the result was that four hundred and eighty-seven people were hit at the same time And it is directly that the middle one is hopeless Even the four hundred and eighty-seven first-class masters on the rivers and lakes almost all became minced meat in one place at the same time.
From the beginning to the end, the only thing this Wind Monarch did was to wave his hand At this moment, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at the Wind Throne Damn, what the hell is this?
In the end, we are killers, or you are killers, what is called ruthlessness, ruthlessness, and murder, isn't that You have such a skill, and you just talked nonsense with us With this hand, what Ning Biluo and Zhao Pingtian have to stand aside, what kind of killing efficiency is this In a gesture, nearly 500 lives, and if everyone has a killer with first-class skills in the rivers and lakes, it will be gone Such a situation is not only appalling, but also a legend, a legend, a myth And Yin Yucheng, who was not able to rush up at the first time just now, was covered in cold sweat.
A sense of fear rushed up leisurely, and it almost softened.
The reason why he didn't rush forward at the first time just now was mainly because he felt that Ning Biluo, the number one killer in the world that day, locked himself with a gas machine.
Yin Yucheng resisted with all his might, and for a while he had no strength to rush to the first wave.
But thankfully, it was so.
If he also rushed up together, then among the dense and mountain-like corpses on the ground now, there would definitely be one of him In this way, Ning Biluo's qi machine was locked, but it saved his life, a life-saving benefactor: