Repugnant Gateway

Looking in from the window, I saw a few black shadows gathered together and seemed to be chewing something. What was passed into the ear was a sound of teeth chewing on the bones, and it seemed to be rubbing people directly. Eardrum.

Those things all look almost the same, a black air, only the face is substantive. There was something lying on the ground, still struggling weakly. These things are focused on "eating" the thing on the ground, plus the strong closing ability of the blue lock, so there is no awareness that they are already outside.

An Zheng made a wink at the monkey. The monkey nodded slightly, then looked back at Huan Wan. Although there was no communication, Huan Wan immediately understood what they meant.

The power of the Blue Lock is not only in the hidden breath and defense, but the more powerful point is that it can pull the enemy into the control range of the Blue Lock in an instant. The reason why Huan Wan controls Biluo lock instead of the goddess is because Huan Wan has a unique talent. If it is a single fight, it is nothing, and even Du Skinny can't beat it. However, when she matched the blue lock with her talent, she was almost invincible.

In a moment when Huan Wan nodded, she jumped into the window holding the Biluo lock. At the same time, the monkey and Anzheng directly smashed the front wall. Several people entered together, and at that moment, the powerful suction of Biluo Lock sucked all the undead in the room.

At the moment when the undead enters the Biluo lock, Huan Wan clasps the Biluo lock tightly in both hands, and purple light lingers on both hands.

With a hum, within the control range of the Blue Lock, all the undead were suppressed for a tenth of a second. In these tenths of a second, these undeads turned into stiff stones, unable to move and resist.

The duration of this talented skill of Huan Wan depends on the strength of the enemy. These undeads are comparable to the practitioners of the real fairy realm because they absorb the dead energy of other undeads. The contention is low. But they are special in physique, and they are in hell. If they fight directly, they may not be able to control them quickly.

However, Huan Wan's talent is part of the race and part of life and death. If the opponent is a person far beyond Huan Wan's strength, such as the Xianzun level strong person, the time of this control may not even be one ten thousandth of a second.

At this moment, An Zheng and the monkey shot at the same time, one tenth of a second is enough.

After subjugating these dead souls, Anzheng quickly evacuated them, because Anzheng and the monkey both felt that there was a more terrifying existence in this small town. Compared with the breath, these undead in the ghost gate are not worth mentioning at all.

After seizing it, he quickly retreated, and several people seemed to have tacit understanding as if they had cooperated countless times. In fact, this is a form of strength to this level, thinking about the same. After the goddess deliberately cut off, it was determined that no one had been in the final position after finding out.

They quickly evacuated the town, then went out of the portal, and found a more secret place on the dirt mountain.

"Did you see what was nibbling?"

"companion."

An Zheng glanced at the subdued dead spirits, and then looked at Huan Wan and the goddess: "When you ask them about things, the means will be cruel, so you two can turn around and don't watch."

Huan Wan's expression, which I had never seen before, was rather disdainful.

An Zheng shook his head and walked to one of the undead. If you look closely, you can really feel the horror of these guys. It can't be more ugly. A group of black qi was constantly twisted, and they were still struggling desperately after being confined with their strength for cultivation, and his mouth made a hissing sound like a viper's letter. Especially the eyes on that ugly face, when they looked at people, showed their fierce light, which made people creepy.

"I want to ask you a few things, but you will definitely not cooperate."

An Zheng took out the long sword with the pinnacle of gold, and poured the power of cultivation on the long sword. He had the power of the undead in his body. After the power entered the blade, a thin black gas appeared on the blade.

With a puff, An Zheng didn't say a word, and didn't ask any questions at all, and directly split the frontal undead. I just didn't expect that the substantive sturdiness of these undeads actually made the scalp numb. After the long sword of Jinpin Peak was infused with the power of repair, it failed to split the face into two pieces.

The knife stuck on the nose of the face, and it had already been opened. At first, the blade was stuck on the jaw and teeth. The upper part is cut open, the brain is separated on both sides, and a stream of dark green flows out. Anzheng's knife twitched back and forth a few times, but it was really strong.

"Something is so hard."

The undead wailed because of the severe pain. If it wasn't for the blue seal's super seal ability, this voice might be able to reach dozens of miles away. An Zheng stepped on the brain of the undead and pulled out the long knife. The sound of the knife rubbing on the bones caused a goose bump.

After withdrawing the knife, An Zheng didn't stop.

"Can't cut open?"

He grasped the half of the face with one hand, and cut the knife with the knife in the other. Each knife is precisely cut in the same position, and the axe chopping firewood is almost like this. One knife at a time, it took more than a dozen knives to cut the brain of the thing completely, and the dark green and quiet liquid flowed to the ground.

"what!"

Huan Wan yelled in horror, turned her head and didn't want to watch it again.

An Zheng straightened up, looked at the knife and saw that there was no gap in it. He kicked away the body of the undead and walked towards the second undead: "You are now given the opportunity to answer the question, are you willing to grasp it?"

The undead looked at Anzheng, and his eyes were full of resentment. It struggled up abruptly, his mouth wide open and snarled towards An Zheng.

With a puff, Anzheng thrust the long knife into the mouth of the undead. The blade twisted back and forth a few times in the mouth, the tongue inside was broken, and minced meat and dark green liquid poured out from the mouth.

The goddess turned around and could not see it anymore.

An Zheng twisted the knife back and forth a few times, and then pulled it out, but the necrotic hissing mouth opened his hiss, but no longer could make a loud noise.

"You are disqualified."

An Zheng kicked the undead to the ground with one foot, then raised his foot and stepped on the forehead of the undead. Both hands held the knife handle and poked downward, one knife at a time with extremely precise knife. Stabbed in the two eyes of the undead, the strange shape was stabbed in the eyes soon after. Although this undead is no more than splitting his head, he was poked out of dozens of knife holes, and the liquid that should be blood flowed through the knife hole. The undead twisted a few times on the ground and then died completely.

An Zheng dragged the knife to the third undead, and the knife made a mark on the ground.

"Now it is your turn."

Anzheng ’s knife was raised on the brain of the undead: "I know that you can speak and understand what I am saying. Give you a chance, would you like to answer my question."

The undead is not resentful in the eyes like the first two. Its eyes flashed obviously, and it seemed that it was really afraid. But it is clearly still entangled, perhaps something more terrifying than the fear that Anzheng now brings to them.

"You shouldn't hesitate."

Ann sighed: "You also lost your chance."

The long knife in Anzheng's hand pierced into the left eye of the undead, and with a puff, the sword pierced from the back of his head. Anzheng's wrist turned a bit, and the knife doubled the eye socket like a rapidly rotating drill bit. The undead made a wailing noise, and there was a lot of pain in the ears of the stabbing man. Although she didn't look back, the goddess and Huan Wan probably knew what An Zheng was doing. Both of them had pale faces, especially Huan Wan, and their lips were shaking.

An Zheng took out the knife covered with the viscous liquid, and thrust another knife into the right eye socket. After the knife penetrated, An Zheng picked up the undead with a knife and beat the two sides, one left and one right, after hitting back and forth seven or eight times, the knife split the eye socket and the skull, and the half of the brain fell off. A lot of brain-like things flowed.

An Zheng carried a knife to the fourth undead, and said while walking: "Three have been killed, and there are three, even if you are not willing to answer me. It doesn't matter anymore. Killing three is also killing, and killing six. kill."

He didn't ask any more questions this time. Would you like to answer a few questions? Instead, he went straight up and kicked the fourth undead, and then chopped like crazy with a knife in both hands. The chopping is more brutal this time. How do you describe that feeling ... It's like splitting a wood with a hatchet, but the hatchet is not very sharp so it can't be split directly with a knife.

At this time, it was definitely not wood chips, but the skull of the undead. I saw a cut with a knife, and then enlarged the cut with a knife, and then with a knife, the debris of the skull flew away. The undead twitched unsteadily on the ground, and Anzheng seemed to become a magical one without stopping.

After about two minutes, the head of the fourth undead was completely out of sight. The ground was a pile of broken dumpling-like stuff, mixed with skulls and other things, which looked extremely bloody, although not blood red……

An Zheng seemed to be tired, chopped the head of the fourth undead into meat, straightened and stretched his arms. Then he looked at the five undead in the ground and strode forward: "Well, since you are all hard bones, then I will complete you, I will not ask."

"I ... may ... I will."

The fifth undead's mouth clicked a few times, it seemed that it had been a long time since he had spoken, so it was awkward to speak, as if the pronunciation was almost forgotten. The voice is very hoarse, making it very uncomfortable to listen to.

"Oh, will you?"

An Zheng looked at the sixth undead: "Then I will ask if it is willing, if he is not willing, I will kill him first, and leave you with one willing to say. Anyway, if you say, If it is escaped to Gaomi by it, you are finished, I will remove the trouble for you first. "

"I ... I will too!"

The sixth undead shouted hoarsely. There was still fierceness and resentment in his eyes, only fear. They are the first to see living people who are not afraid of the dead, and they are far more cruel than their dead torture.

An Zheng seems to be somewhat entangled: "Both are willing, which is a bit of a bad choice ... Well, let's ask separately and ask you exactly the same question. If the two of you answer are not right, then cut together It's broken. I seem to like this feeling, as if I was crazy when I was a child and cut down with a kitchen knife and a big tree. It's quite addictive. "

The two undead shivered at the same time, and they were already full of fear when they watched the struggle.

An Zheng called the monkeys over, and several people discussed the question, and then asked the two undeads separately.

Huan Wan was so terrified that her shoulders were trembling, and the voice was low as if a mosquito had flown by: "Hall ... Your Highness, he, has he done it?"

Goddess: "I ... don't know."

Huan Wan: "I dare not look back."

Goddess: "I ... I don't want to."