Urban Supernatural: My Inhuman Girlfriends!

In the middle of the gambling arena, a ferocious scorpion tail fell to the ground, and thick green blood was spraying from the smooth fracture of the scorpion tail!

Naikali's expression was dull, her lips were slightly opened, and her eyes were looking at the ferocious scorpion tail on the ground motionlessly, as if she hadn't come back to her senses yet.

Pfft!

The scorpion tail swung unconsciously, and the strong pressure spurted blood onto Naikali's face. She felt the slight corrosion on her cheeks, and she woke up as if from a dream!

"So fast!" Naikali sighed secretly.

She turned her gaze to the guy in front of her who was obviously unconscious but could still send out thunderous slashes!

Yang Xu's eyes were closed tightly, the mark of the Greedy Furnace on his forehead came and went, and his originally painful face became calm.

The ferocious penetrating wound on Yang Xu's lower abdomen stopped bleeding, and the blood spurting on the ground squirmed like a living creature, slowly crawling towards the main body!

"Pretending to be a ghost, do you think there will be an invincible buff when you advance?"

Naikali appeared in front of Yang Xu and swung his ferocious scimitar heavily!

Bang!

The sound of heavy blows sounded, sparks shot out, and Naikali's eyes widened in disbelief. Her violent blows were easily blocked by Yang Xu holding a knife with one hand. No matter how hard she exerted her force, her thin arms could not move at all. !

Just when Naikali was about to swing the machete again, she suddenly felt unbearable cramping pain in her abdomen, and she could only retreat cautiously.

The fine scales like snake scales can provide Naikali with unparalleled defense.

Theoretically, as long as her scales are not damaged, she cannot be harmed, but what's going on with this cramping pain in her abdomen! ?

The cramping pain in her abdomen became more and more obvious, as if something was trying to tear her abdomen apart and be born from it!

puff...

A few pieces of the hard scales on the lower abdomen fell off, revealing tiny pinprick-like wounds inside.

And a few drops of blue blood are slowly flowing out from those small wounds...

That was Yangxu's blood that Naikali had just swallowed, and it was also the culprit that caused her abdominal cramps!

The blood scattered around the gambling arena crawled up Yang Xu's feet, then continued to creep upwards along the edge of his trousers, and finally merged into the bloody wound.

Wisps of flames ignited from Yang Xu's body. Different from usual, this time the flames actually started to burn his own skin!

The skin began to dry up in the blue flames, and as it continued to bake, it began to burst and curl like a crust, revealing the bright red muscle texture underneath!

"Ding! The chosen one was successfully promoted to "Lower Apostle"! 』

"Ding! The chosen one understands the hell skill "Painful Stance""

"Painful posture (exclusive to hell monks): The exclusive posture of hell monks. In the painful posture, all attributes will be enhanced and 'pain sublimated'"

At this moment, all the skin on Yang Xu's body had been burned, his muscles had lost most of their water, and his whole body was baked into a dark red color, with the crystal oil refined from fat remaining all over his body.

From a distance, Yangxu looks like freshly baked dark red beef jerky.

The eyeballs in Yangxu's sunken eye sockets trembled slightly, and he suddenly cast his gaze on Naikali.

The shriveled eyeballs that have lost moisture are like brown oranges that have lost moisture. The surface is no longer smooth and is covered with twisted and tiny bloodshot...

There was an indescribable chill in Naikali's heart. The gaze that looked like a natural enemy made her want to run away, but her body was not at her mercy, and her whole body was as heavy as lead.

"Hell monk..." Naikali said with difficulty: "Let... let me go."

"I trade the secrets of hell for my life!"

Yang Xu tilted his head, and the muscle texture that had lost moisture made a "squeaking" twisting sound.

"No, no, no... I don't need that thing." Yang Xu twitched his face, revealing a terrifying smile that could make a child stop crying, "What I need is a hearty battle!"

Yang Xu felt the terrifying power that was about to burst his body. He urgently needed to vent, and Naikali in front of him was obviously the best sparring partner.

The fear in Naikali's dark eyes gradually subsided, and she knew full well the tragic consequences of offending the monks from hell.

Naikali's expression became more ferocious, and a look of determination flashed in her eyes. She crossed her scimitar on her chest and quickly moved closer to Yang Xu.

Yang Xu noticed the emotional change in Naikali's eyes, and he took the initiative to meet him with his bare hands!

Bang!

The two bodies collided together, and the air waves generated by the heavy impact surged wildly!

Yang Xu did not use the Seraph Blade. Instead, he held Naikali's two scimitars with his bare hands. His dry eyes trembled randomly with excitement.

Yang Xu could feel that his power at this time was much greater than that of Naikali!

"Get up...!"

Yang Xu roared, he roughly lifted Naikali up, and then threw him heavily to the ground!

Boom!

A large area of ​​​​dented in the ground of the gambling arena, and Naikali fell headfirst into the ground, leaving only two tight and powerful thighs exposed.

Looking at the motionless Naikali, a strange sense of satisfaction rose in his heart, and he was addicted to the pleasure like taking opium.

Hell's monks not only know how to 'bear', they are also proficient in 'inflicting', both of which are spiritual poisons that make them addictive!

The Seraph Blade has been newly developed and applied in Yang Xu's hands.

The hot iron chain with barbs wrapped around Naikali's thigh, and she was pulled out of the ground little by little by Yang Xu.

The burning pain on her thigh made Naikali wake up quickly. She wanted to struggle and resist, but the strength of the chain far exceeded hers and she could not resist at all.

The ground was scraped with two obvious marks by Naikali's scimitar arm, but this still failed to stop her from falling into Yang Xu's clutches.

No matter how Naikali cried and begged for mercy, Yang Xu just pulled the chain in his hand without saying a word. In his other hand, he held a weird-looking 'hood'.

The headgear transformed from the Seraph Blade is extremely hot, and the entire surface of the headgear is red and shiny, as if it had just been fished out of the hot lava.

"Here, let me put it on for you!" Yang Xu opened the mask with a grin, "Let me see if the size fits!"

Naikali's painful wails continued to be heard throughout the gambling arena, and Yang Xu's maniacal laughter was mixed with the pitiful begging for mercy.

Yang Xu was like a child who got his favorite toy, constantly experimenting with various torture instruments on Naikali.

The sublimation of pain allows Yang Xu to experience the extreme pleasure brought by 'inflicting pain'. He takes it greedily, like a humanoid machine that never gets tired!