When the ancient air began to gradually operate until the rapid circulation in my body, my physical state was completely incomparable to the previous, and the gap was too large.

When I jumped in front of them, neither of them could react, until I split the heart with a seedling knife, and he turned back to God and retreated, and narrowly avoided the tip of the knife that was drawn to the heart.

I have to say, this granddaughter’s reaction speed is also very fast.

I originally wanted to dig out his heart with a knife to see, but now it seems that it can't be done, so that the grandson flashed over, and I could only find his brother to get the knife.

Even if I attacked Yi Er first and gave him a certain buffer time, he could not completely avoid my blade.

Standing from his arm, his whole arm was cut by me for at least half a pound of meat, and fell to the ground with pieces of clothing.

Smell the bloody smell of this nose, I feel a lot of waking up, and the fatigue of breaking into no man's land in the distance has also been diluted a lot.

In other words, the bloody smell of both of them is very reassuring.

With a hit, I did not want to withdraw the meaning, but I don't want them to have the room to fight back, directly carrying the knife and throwing up again to ride the victory and pursue.

But strangely, this attack failed from the beginning, because I found that my steps were very smooth, like stepping on the mud and being dragged, and my feet were very heavy and scary.

Before I could react to what was going on, I didn't dodge it anymore, I didn't know where to pull out a murder weapon, like a pig iron-cast dagger, and the black paint was still rusty, and it came to my heart.

Don't look at the thing's head is round, think it is a blunt weapon, in the moment of touching my body, the murder weapon broke the defense of flesh and blood, accurately and unmistakably pierced my heart.

What do you mean?

This is a living example.

"Just listen to Master say that you are powerful... your dregs . . . . it is difficult to cover the wound on the arm, the body is trembling, it should be hurt by the spring wind of the sword to the soul, and the pain is straight and trembling: "Is it not the same now to die!"If you have something to hide!”

After the hand, the trip was different from the trip, he did not open his mouth to ridicule me, but instead kicked me in my abdomen and put me directly on the edge of the off-road vehicle.

It hurts, it really hurts the same.

The blood seemed to stop, and flowed out along the wound, and if the murder weapon had not blocked most of the wounds, I would have to become a humanoid fountain.

After landing, I was not in a hurry to get up, although it hurt badly, but I knew that this injury was not enough to kill me.

“I’m not saying... what kind of law do you two really do?”How do you move your hand like the Wild Road?”

I laughed and asked a question, while spit out blood foam, the body also smoked twice from time to time, see Chen Qiuyan are all a face of panic.

“The world!You . . .

"I'm fine, don't come down."I laughed.

“Old Shen!Are you all letting them get cold and it's okay?" said Soba, in a hurry, opened the car window, pointed his gun at the trouble, and was about to pull the trigger.

But just as he was about to pull the trigger, the evil son silently tugged his arm.

"Don't get involved."The evil son said, the corners of the mouth are big grinning, the saliva is constantly dripping on the ground along the sharp teeth, and many of them are also flowing on Soba's arm: "You are quiet!"

Hearing this, Soba was also calm a lot, it is estimated to be scared, he took his hand back, and then shook the window again to show that he would never intervene.

Can you hold it? it is difficult to look at me with a big eye, unable to believe it: "That is the magic weapon that the Son of God has refined for us... there is a brand of old...How can the world hold you after you are one?"

I was not polite, groaned, "Shit."

With that, I sat up slowly, holding the weapon similar to the dagger in my right hand, gently pumping out, and suddenly the blood came out of the hole in my heart.

As I had previously suspected, the scene of the blood coming out was similar to the fountain, but it didn’t last long, maybe it was two or three seconds.

The ancient-enhanced body clam is not an ordinary thing, like such a heart-warming wound, at most two or three seconds can be blocked for me and began to repair.

I was holding this dagger to look at a few eyes, and I didn't think that at this time, it was inexplicably changing.

From similar iron objects, the blink of an eye was "dispersed" and became a lot of black fine sand, falling to the ground through the gap between my fingers and instantly melted into the ground.

The next second, on the sand at the foot of the row, slowly drilled out a black object.

He bent down without expression, pulled the thing out of the sand, played it twice, and looked at me again.

"My master said that the key to your man's heart and brain should be the heart and the head, but now it seems that ... your heart's damage will not harm the body."

"Don't say it's the heart, it's the same with your head."I laughed, a hand rubbing my chest, and slowly holding the knife and stood up.

I stared at me, as if trying to find some answers from my face.

“There’s something very strange in you...” He muttered, “they’re helping you repair your body...”

When he spoke, he coldly asked me, the things in your body that are not the afterlife, where did you get them from?

“Don’t you know about the mountain?”I asked.

He said, and then nodded, "It seems that you are not a small harvest in the mountains."

Judging from this reaction, he should have known the actions of the old religion in the fall of Tianshan, but he did not know very well what happened in the trap.

It seems that the fighting under the mountain... it really drove the old people to kill...

If this is not the case, the old people will inevitably report when they go back, and they can not know what happened to the mountain now.

“I remember that they went to the mountain to find the ancients . . . . . and looked at me very alertly, and the tone was very doubtful: “I have never seen the power of the ancients...but look at you like this...it should have been to get those things...”

I laughed and held the knife again.

But at this time, the action of the er, but let me subconsciously stop my feet.

His scalp seemed to start itching again, raising his hand and scratching, but still puzzled, he took off his hat and scratched the top of his head a few times.

To tell the truth, when I saw those things on the top of my head, I did not feel afraid, but I felt disgusted and had goosebumps.

The roof of the god is full of many people's eyes the size of thumbs.

Not only eyeballs, those eyes have all the characteristics of the human eye, including eyelashes and eyelashes and so on.

When I look at them, many eyes are looking at me.

It should be these things that make the itching, and after taking off his hat, he scratched again, without avoiding the intention of those eyes, scratching indiscriminately.

The eyes did not react slowly, and before the fingers touched themselves, they closed their eyes, and then slowly opened the hand when they moved.

“What’s wrong with you...” I frowned at Er.

“This is the eyes that Master gave us to the Son of God, and Master said that the more eyes there are, the more real the world you see, and the more power you can get from it...” He grunted and constantly scratched his scalp, and his expression was very grateful: “We all followed Master to cultivate Buddha Zen, but now we understand that this way is the right way!”

"You are crazy."I said, clenched the handle of the knife, like the enemy looking at them: "Is it worth it to become such a monster?"

“We are monsters, aren’t we?”He smiled, raised his hand, pointed to the off-road vehicle behind me: "He looks at your eyes, it's the same as looking at us, but you look better than us, there are not so many eyes, after all, what's the difference between you and us?" 」

By the time the geeks were spoken, the tremors of the ground had stopped, but there were many soy bean-sized holes in the sand.

Countless black worms, so drilled out of the cave, and constantly gathered around the trip.

I clasped the knife and looked at the faceless: "I'm not a monster."

He smiled, took the black dagger in his hand, and looked at me.

“Are you a monster... you’ll soon find out.”