These gods seem to have lost their power.

Although I control the evil son, but in any case, the evil spirit in them is heavier than the right, and it is not compared with the formal method, which is not so wronged.

If this statue of God has the power to suppress evil demons and demons, then they should not be easily destroyed by the evil spirits.

I thought of this at the beginning, so I asked the evil son to try his hand, and he was just trying.

They can't make me go up again, anyway, I'm half a living person, right?

However, in the current situation, those gods should have lost their effectiveness, and if they fall the evil one, they can easily and easily shave one.

When I found this, I suddenly remembered that the appearance of these gods so suddenly would have to do with their loss of effectiveness.

When they still retain a certain power, they will not be exposed as they are now, but will be thoroughly integrated into the flesh of the Nine Hush gods, including the two red lines.

But now that they have no effect, they are naturally rejected by the flesh of the Nine Wanderers... No wonder I didn’t see these gods on the shore...

When the evil ones swam back to me, they were all looking at me, as if they were waiting for my next command.

I did not rush to deal with the Nine Shales, but raised my head and looked at the situation above.

At this moment, the red light in the eyes of the Nine Wharfs has become much weaker, although the body is entangled in the black dragon, but there are still small signs of struggle, slightly trembling, but in the end did not break free from the shackles of the black dragon.

When I look at it, it looks at me the same way.

That fear and anger mixed with each other's eyes, let my heart pound, the whole heart is like being pulled, down a hard tug...

Difficulty.

And this kind of pain was not caused by the Nine-Feng God, but by myself.

It seems that there is a fluctuation in mood, looking at the nine gods, hidden in my heart, there has been no outcry of the hatred, now has sprouted, it seems to have taken root in the heart, and spread rapidly to the limbs.

Looking at the Nine Gods, there is only one word of hatred in my heart.

I wish I could eat their meat.

“Cre the hole open and separate it as far as possible, and don’t give it a chance to put your hand back.”

With this order, the wicked are looking for a target.

I think they are also the kind of weak and afraid of the master, see now there is an opportunity, no one is just that afraid of the look, very simple to find their own target point, two claws to the eyes of the hole stabbed, sideways to the hole to tear open.

I have to say that they still know me well, revenge this kind of thing, with other people's hands is not addictive, you have to come to yourself.

In the right place, they left a hole for me.

To be honest, I did have some excitement, but that excitement quickly calmed down.

The kind of calm that made me feel creepy, once again completely enveloped me.

Learning the movements of the wicked, I put my hands into the hole, and pulled the flesh of the nine baptsold gods on the left and right.

It was cold, really, and the flesh of the Nine Feather Gods seemed to be out of temperature, and it was about the same as ice, and with a slippery feeling, like something covered with a layer of mucus or oil.

“Little Shen!You have to take me with you this time!Don't leave me in the store!I want to follow too!”

Chen Qiuyan's voice, very abrupt from the depths of my mind, suddenly broke the calm mood, and even broke down.

The rhythm is as fast as the heartbeat of a telegraph, and at this moment it is gradually slowing down, it seems that there is a momentum to restore the frequency of the heartbeat of a normal person, the heartbeat is not only slower, but the heartbeat is no longer so exaggerated.

My hands were dead and buckled the flesh of the nine bastards, and all the tips of my fingers were inserted into the flesh of the nine bastards, and I fought to tear to each side.

The puss of water in the cave, the rotten flesh, the blood, all came out of the brain.

At first, the amount of water that came out was very large, but after a while, the liquid that poured out of the hole became very small.

The surface of the skin, the color is also gradually white, as if like a living person, there is a symptom of blood loss.

According to common sense, the power of the Nine-Fantian God should be far greater than that of the later world.

Even the kind of debris that raised nine can have such a strong physical recovery, and the "true God" of the Nine-Feng God will certainly not be weak.

Not to mention that on the shore I also handed with it, relying on the stone pressure drop, temporarily suppressed it, but not a while, the damage caused by the stone pressure drop to it basically disappeared without a trace, and the big pits that were brought out by the fall air were restored one by one.

But what now?

Not only did the Nine-Feng God break through the big battle, but even the shackles of the black dragon could not be freed.

Although those statues do not have the strength they should have, the damage they have done to the Nine Gods should be substantial, and it is impossible to restore it in a short time.

So here is a breakthrough.

Tore the feeling of the flesh and blood of the nine baks is like tearing the more resilient rubber mud.

The strength is not big, it is difficult to tear open, if the strength is bigger, almost very smooth, you can tear this hole into a big mouth.

At this time, my consciousness became a little vague, and the figure of Chen Qiuyan in her mind kept flashing, and she seemed to say a lot to me, but there was not a word I could hear.

Worried, uneasy, that’s all I have left.

I would like to hear what Chen Qiuyan is saying to me, but no matter how hard I try, no matter how much I focus, I can't hear her.

When my emotions change, the strength of my hands gradually increases.

The nine tangle gods entangled in the black dragon also trembling more and more, as if they felt the pain, and their bodies trembled at all.

When she died, she couldn’t even say a word to me...

But now she’s said a lot to me, but I can’t hear a word...

Did God intentionally bother me?Or is the Nine Gods bothering me?

“Why the fuck... why did you take her soul away...” I gritted my teeth, buckled the flesh of the nine baks, and jerked it out and ripped off the meat as big as the basin.

At that moment, the nine-baked god was also trembling fiercely, and it should have felt pain.

“She didn’t even have a chance to be born...you’re going to push us to the end of the road... as to what...”

I said to myself, opening the bow to the left and right, like crazy, constantly tearing down the rubbing from the neck of the nine bacon gods.

The largest is the size of the basin, and the smallest is the size of the sea bowl.

The thickness of these pieces of meat is also different, some slightly thicker, some thinner, each piece of meat with blood, and the unknown mucus.

Whenever the Nine-Frut God is torn a piece of flesh and blood by me, its body will tremble a few times, but this reaction is far from satisfying me.

I remember the old man saying that if the living man fell into madness and released his anger, then in the end, the living person would also become a beast, and would be completely occupied by the so-called bestiality.

Maybe that’s the situation now.

After tearing down more than a dozen pieces of flesh and blood belonging to the Ninefold God, the more I felt irritable in my heart, the more I could say that I was irritable.

I have an idea at this moment.

Why the fuck aren’t you dead yet?

I still did not get out of that mood, and my body came up uncontrollably and bit it on the blue skin of the nine baks.

Those who fell to the evil son saw my movement, also a little stunned, and then there was a kind of learning, raised a huge mouth full of steel needles, and they all bited in the wound of the Nine baks, and ate up in the madness.

I don't know what I've become in this accident, I just know that my feeling is very relaxed, especially after swallowing a piece of flesh and blood that belongs to the Nine Gods, the indescribable satisfaction...

It really makes me unforgettable forever.

But this is definitely not a good phenomenon.

To make meat, these four words should only exist in words.

As a normal person, a post-human world should never do this kind of action.

To do so would be the same as my grandfather said.

Abandon humanity and accept the beast.

It’s all just a step away, or even a half-step away.

Think about it, this change is also really reasonable and logical.

Yes.

Aren’t people the beast?