When I came out of the barrier, I was not half nervous, I did not feel afraid, and the whole person was calm to the extreme.

Or rather, this is a kind of victory in the holding of calm.

In the darkness, even if I can't see things, I can feel the existence of everything around me, as if I have a connection with the earth, and it is constantly giving me those messages.

Compared with just now, my state has recovered a lot, as if the blood is burning, and the blood in the body is constantly boiling, as if it is affected by those breaths, and the surging vitality is constantly circulating in my body...

I don't know what the reason is, in the process of my movement, the flesh and blood on my body also continue to collapse, into a liquid, flowing endlessly to the ground.

After touching the ground, they did not penetrate into the ground, but stopped on the ground, and there was a tendency to spread.

Originally only a fist as big as a waterhole, just a few seconds, became so big that the wellhead, and still did not stop the trend, has been spreading...

But strangely, such a large area of flesh and blood tissue covered the ground, but did not spread a little bloody taste, completely no taste, there is a big difference from before.

More and more as thick as chopsticks, so out of those liquids, constantly twisting their bodies, as if to say hello to me, I can feel that human kindness.

These things like tentacles should have other roles, not only to be able to cure people so simple...

When these tentacles appear, almost instantaneously, my perception of the surrounding area increases, they are like the antennas I put out, are constantly searching for messages and feedback to me.

Grandpa, they were about five hundred meters away from me, and one of them had been seriously injured, and I could feel the loss of gas in his body almost and down to the level of a normal person.

After a careful feeling, I found that the injured person's breath was somewhat disordered, and by feeling that his breath was very much like a thorn.

Was the troll injured?

Thinking of this, I rushed to speed up the speed, originally wanted to jog in the past, along the way to observe the situation, so as not to hit the head of the iron into the hands of the Son of God, but now can not care so much.

The distance of five hundred meters was nothing to me, almost blinking a few efforts, and soon ran over.

In the process, I also accidentally found myself running without sound, really, this is not an exaggeration, like stepping on cotton, lightly rushed to the destination.

When I was about twenty meters away from the battlefield, I stopped and squatted down silently.

Although the light in my position is dim, it does not affect the situation in my observation field.

In front of me, the nine oil lamps were so stable on the ground that the golden fire in the wick was burning, and from time to time there was a crackling sound.

Miao Wu people have been seriously injured, so they lie on the ground so motionless, from time to time will twitch twice, the expression on his face is angry and angry, looking at there is no feeling of despair.

"Your mother's... I said don't be so hard..." Miao Wu people viciously stared at the people around him, while saying, while still frolicking, spit out a spit with blood: "Now it's cool?"

Hearing this, the man sitting on the floor also laughed, some helpless said: "Stunning ass, but not hard words ... we really have no chance."

At a distance of only five meters from them, a vague black figure has been surrounded by those oil lamps, as if they are struggling, their bodies are suddenly flashing, and sometimes they will show some distorted postures.

It was as if the whole man had twisted his body, and his waist was twisted like a mahjong flower, waving his arms constantly, as if to escape from the siege of those oil lamps.

If I am not mistaken, those oil lamps should be the scene under the old man and the Miao Wu people, trapped this figure, that is, the body of the Son of God.

I have to say, its body looks at some illusory, and that pure to the extreme color, but also let me forget for a lifetime.

It was the first time in my life that I had seen such a dark color... as if it were the source of all darkness.

Right in front of the Son of God, the long-lost man sat there cross-legged, and I could not feel his nervousness, nor did I feel his fear, and seemed to be as calm as I was.

He's fine! he's still alive!

Not only that, his two legs exposed outside are also similar to normal people, even more than normal people's muscles are more abundant, and he can't see the soft paralysis of the old man's body, and the muscles are almost all tangled.

It seems that the spirit head is not good, not like the seven treasures of their past vicissitudes, on the contrary, but also full of indescribable vitality, the eyes seem to be able to shine.

The old man did not notice me, still holding his head, staring silently at the god, as if he were waiting for something.

“Is my grandson okay?”Grandpa asked coldly.

"Who knows... anyway, I don't think his state is very good ... ... it may be a little dangerous..." Miao Wu people lying on the ground, sighed alas and said: "To say that your Shen family is also strong enough, the older generation of people do not live well, then the afterlife is also, how can there be so many disasters?"

The old man did not say a word, and the expression was obviously ugly.

"I'll drag it down, and you'll go back and help my grandson."Grandfather said.

“Shit.”Miao Wu people unceremoniously scolded out, staring at the old man: "I can walk, you can't see what I look like...

Without waiting for the old man to say anything, Miao Wufu people added: "Your grandson encountered trouble is not small, I can't help him at all, go back to do useless work, it is better to give you a hand here..."

“Could you help me?”Grandpa asked silently.

Miao Wu people did not say a word, look at his expression, if not can not move, you have to go up with the old man to fight you to die and live.

In the course of their dialogue, I squatted in the distance, as far as possible to hide their own breath, and Miao Wu people did not find me, even the Son of God, only to worry about their own struggle, but did not look at my side.

If it is placed in the original, it is at this distance, not to mention the Son of God, even the Miao Wu people, they should all be aware of it.

I was also a bit surprised by the situation, or rather a surprise.

It seems that the whole body is better than the original body worm... can hide the breath of this great living person to this point...

“Are you sure you’re going to get rid of it?”Miao Wu looked at the god, and the tone became condensed: "It is only temporarily restrained by us, and we want to really hold it, with the sake of the two of us...

Hearing the words, the old man said that he could not grasp it, but even if it was only a little chance, he must fight.

“It’s easy to run away, but if you want to save everyone’s lives, I can’t do it for now.”The old man sighed, "If you don't talk about others, as you say, my half-dead grandson, and that Soba, even the seven treasures are like that, and it is impossible to have a chance to fight back in the face of the Son of God, and it is difficult to escape."

When I heard the old man say this, the Miao Wu people also looked a little headache, and thought for a moment, “Didn’t you say you found its life gate?”“Shall we break the door and try?”

"I tried, I can't break it."The old man sighed, took out a bronze mirror from his pocket, gently danbed two times and said, "These are the relics left by the ancient Buddha, which are used against this monster at all, and even the rest of the body cannot be broken, let alone the life gate."

With that, the old man flipped the bronze mirror and straightened it toward the Son of God, as if he wanted it to look in the mirror.

The next second, a moisturizing sound similar to fried meat, was scattered directly from the body of the Son of God.

That smell was very bad, as if there was a mixture of burning plastic, smelling quite pungent.

“If only my granddaughter were here.”

The old man said, with a long sigh.

"To deal with this monster, he should be more than our way, smell the succession, the art has a specialization, this is not wrong..."