Chapter three hundred and ninety-one: harming others is not good for oneself
This... this kid is playing with the pig and eating the tiger. He obviously has such a strong strength, but he deliberately hides it and only uses it at this time. With this strength, he will not be afraid even if he encounters a sixth-level Qi Refining monk. If he had known it earlier
This kid is so powerful, I shouldn't have provoked him in the first place.
The stout man regretted it too late, but it was too late to regret it at this time. In just ten breaths, the man was completely bitten to death. His body was bloody and bloody, and he could no longer look like a human being. Many places were even chewed up to nothing.
His bones were broken and he was extremely miserable.
The stimulation of flesh and blood aroused the ferocity of the living dead man. Veins appeared all over his body, and his eyes became even scarlet. Seeing that the corpse in front of him had been chewed to pieces, he suddenly raised his head and turned his gaze to the nearest one.
stout man.
Qingyang wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone, so he must have hidden far away, and deliberately used alcoholic bees to force the sturdy man to move in the direction of the living dead. The living dead have lost their intelligence and act completely on instinct, so naturally they cannot see through it.
Qingyang's little tricks directly targeted the stout man.
Being stared at by the living dead, the stout man was covered in hair, as if he was being stared at by a peerless ferocious beast. Boundless fear spread in his heart. Only now did he truly feel what his brother had to face just now.
What fear and despair.
Thinking of the scene just now and the tragic situation of the needless man's death, he couldn't help but shudder. If he had a choice, he would rather be stung to death by Qingyang's alcoholic bees than be eaten alive by the living dead. It was just too much.
It was so scary that he couldn't bear the torture.
Unfortunately, it was too late for him to make this decision. Just when he was about to escape at all costs, the living dead had already pounced on him. The living dead moved faster than him by an unknown amount. He pounced forward,
A palm slapped the sturdy man on the back.
It was exactly the same as what happened to the beardless man just now. The stout man's body was knocked away two or three feet, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. Then the living dead jumped up, came to the stout man's side, and grabbed him from the ground.
He stood up, opened his mouth and chewed it.
He couldn't escape, he couldn't move, he couldn't resist, he couldn't struggle. The only thing he could do was to wait to be eaten by the living dead. However, the courage of this sturdy man was much greater than that of the beardless man. Although he was afraid in his heart, he still moved towards Qing Qing.
Yang cursed loudly and said: "Boy, you hurt others without benefiting yourself, so you will die a good death! Sooner or later, I will end up like this!"
Qingyang looked at him coldly and said nothing. Why should a dying man talk to him?
It's not much different from the scene where the living dead killed the beardless man just now. The living dead grabbed the strong man's body and began to eat it. It didn't take long before the living man was chewed to pieces.
The stout man was only seriously injured, and then his whole body was clamped tightly by the two hands of the living dead. However, his body could not move, and his other senses were all present. Seeing the living dead gnawing on his body with his own eyes, the feeling was really helpless.
To describe it in words, the strong man took life and death lightly, and he collapsed a little at this time. At first he could scold Qingyang a few words, but soon it turned into asking for help, asking Qingyang to save him, and later he even asked Qingyang for help.
Give him a good time.
Seeing the stout man being chewed to pieces and suffering pain before death, Qingyang couldn't help but shook his head. He had clearly seen this kind of scene once before, and when he saw it again, he was still a little uncomfortable. This living dead man
It's really too cruel.
Qingyang feels no pity for the death of this sturdy man. This kind of person is capricious. If you let him live, there will be a backlash in all likelihood, especially in a place with no restraints like Chaos Demon Valley. Qingyang is not a newbie.
I am a newbie in cultivating immortals, but I still understand this point.
He felt pity for the living dead in front of him. He thought that at the beginning, these people were all young talents from the major immortal sects, elite disciples carefully selected from each sect. They came to participate in the Chaos Demon Valley trial with high spirits, but due to some mistakes
I missed the time to go out, and eventually turned into a living dead, a thing that is neither human nor ghost, and everything disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, the sturdy man died completely. The living dead threw the broken body on the ground and turned their heads to Qingyang with a fierce look in their eyes. In their eyes, there was no distinction between friends and enemies, no good guys and bad guys.
The only difference is that one food is different from another.
He killed two monks one after another. The living dead looked even more terrifying. They were covered in blood and their faces were ferocious. Especially their two eyes, which looked extremely terrifying. His heart was so frightened by the living dead that Qingyang couldn't help but swallow a gulp.
He was vomiting, his palms were sweating a lot, and he felt a little nervous in his heart. He didn't know if he could withstand the attack of this living dead.
Qingyang did not escape. On the one hand, he was reluctant to part with the purple-striped fruit. On the other hand, he also wanted to try to see if he could defeat the living dead. After all, he still had many backup options. If he really couldn't defeat him, he would hide in.
In the Drunken Immortal Gourd, there is no fear that the living dead will leak any news.
Finally, the living dead man moved, and rushed towards Qingyang with his feet. This speed was at least 40 to 50% faster than Qingyang, leaving only an afterimage in place, waiting for Qingyang to see it clearly.
By that time, the living dead was not far away from his body.
Fortunately, Qingyang was prepared in advance. His true energy circulated throughout his body to form a shield, and at the same time, he activated the maximum defensive function of the top-notch defense weapon, the Forest Armor. Six alcoholic bees lined up in front of him, forming a
A wall of bees blocked the path of the living dead.
Only several loud bangs were heard, and the living dead first knocked away the wall of alcoholic bees in front, and then directly hit Qingyang. Qingyang took four or five steps back, and then gradually
He stabilized his body, but the qi and blood in his body were tumbling, and his true qi was not flowing smoothly, so he almost got injured.
Although Qingyang had been prepared in his heart, when he actually faced it, he realized that he had underestimated the living dead who had been wandering around the Chaos Demon Valley for twenty years. The force of the living dead's attack was enough to drive away the alcoholic bees.
At that time, a full 50% of it was removed, and then 30% was removed by Lin Linjia, and another 10% was offset by his own Qi shield, leaving only 10% that actually fell on him. This almost caused him to be injured. If this was directly
If they collided, they would probably end up worse than the other two monks.
Fortunately, Qingyang broke through to the middle stage of Qi refining before participating in the trial of Chaos Demon Valley, and his strength has greatly increased. Otherwise, he would have been completely incapacitated at this moment.
Qingyang observed the damage caused by the living dead, and couldn't help but secretly marveled. The forest-penetrating armor on his body was a top-grade defensive weapon, so it had no impact on this collision.