Mysterious Revival: Awakening Six Paths Sage Spot Template

As the incomplete human-shaped patterns on the wall came back to life, the entire teaching building seemed to have suddenly fallen into hell.

The surroundings suddenly became dark, with only the crisp sound of bones twisting and the sound of blood dripping.

Even the air seemed strangely thick.

An inexplicable feeling of suffocation and oppression filled the entire teaching building.

The air gradually solidified, becoming as gloomy and eerie as a ball of ice.

It seemed that this building was isolated by a strange energy.

In the dark space, a pair of bright scarlet eyeballs are emitting a breathtaking light.

"Brother An! How are you?" The master quickly took out a flare from his trouser pocket and then clenched it tightly.

In an instant, a dazzlingly bright light shone from the master's hands.

The light pierced through the darkness, allowing the master to see clearly within a range of about three meters around him.

"Fuck! Where did you get that sickle, Brother An?!"

The master looked at An Lan's figure in surprise. At this moment, An Lan was holding a one and a half meter long black sickle in his right hand.

At the end of the sickle, there is a long black chain.

"A gift from someone else."

An Lan casually waved the black sickle, causing a series of sharp sounds of breaking through the air, and the feeling was quite good.

As for the exclusive round fan, he did not take it out to use it. After all, with these disgusting things, he was not worthy of using the Flame Round Fan.

"Sent?"

Upon hearing this, the master was stunned for a moment. Aren't there only two of them here? Could there be a third person hiding in the dark and spying?

Besides, a sickle that big cannot be hidden on the body even if one wants to!

The master was very puzzled, but he figured it out after a moment. Maybe this was the boss.

next moment!

"boom!"

The bloody floor of the corridor was instantly split apart by a huge force, exploding into rubble all over the sky.

The huge noise caused the wall on the side to shake violently several times, and tore several large cracks.

An Lan said nothing, holding a black sickle, his figure dancing in the rubble.

The Sharingan, emitting a scarlet glow, turned left and right, and the sickle in his hand chopped directly at the nearest corpse in front of him.

puff!

The corpse was instantly split into two.

What’s strange is that there was no blood flowing out of the mutilated corpse, as if it was just a fake body.

"interesting."

An Lan's figure was still flying among the corpses, like a real god of death, holding a black sickle and harvesting these strange corpses.

"There's a sneak attack from behind! You..."

Just as the master was about to remind An Lan, a mutilated corpse floated behind him, preparing to attack him.

As a result, An Lan seemed to have eyes on his back, and he paused with the black sickle in his hand.

The black chain at the end of it suddenly shot out, directly piercing the corpse behind him, and then exploded with a bang.

"Fuck, this is the boss."

The master was watching with great interest, even exclaiming and cheering for An Lan from time to time, as if he had become An Lan.

These corpses were like Shi Lezhi, staring at An Lan's attack, leaving the masters who were watching on the side bored to death.

Even the master couldn't help but light a cigarette to comfort his increasingly passionate heart.

An Lan, who was jumping left and right among the corpses, looked like a graceful dancer holding a sickle and dancing on the tip of the knife.

In the master's eyes, An Lan was obviously on the verge of being attacked by the corpses several times, but he just fell short by a little bit.

No matter how the group of zombies attacked, An Lan could always make some inhuman moves to dodge.

And while dodging, he could also kill another corpse nearby.

The master was so shocked and stunned that he didn't know how to describe An Lan at this moment.

If I have to use a word, I think there is a word that suits An Lan now.

"Battlefield Rose!"

The one-sided massacre continued, and the corpses were like weeds in the field.

An Lan, holding a sickle, was harvesting them madly in handfuls.

Although the vortex mask covered An Lan's face, the master felt that he should be very happy to harvest.

"puff!"

"puff!"

……

An Lan swung the black sickle in his hand faster and faster, each stroke faster than the last.

In the narrow and collapsed corridor, a blue and white sword shadow instantly formed.

In just a dozen breaths, all the hundreds of corpses in the corridor were killed by An Lan.

"Well."

Seeing that there were no living animals in front of him, An Lan stopped, twisted his neck left and right, and made two crisp sounds of joint friction.

You know what, the feeling of harvest is really happy.

It seemed to take him back to his previous life, where he was working in a country field, holding a long bamboo stick as a sword and harvesting the flowers and vegetation in the field.

That afternoon, as the sun set, it was his lost youth.

Looking at Brother An who was standing there in a daze with his sickle, he seemed not to notice a fleshy vine with a diameter of two meters shooting towards him.

The master quickly shouted loudly: "Brother! In front!"

In an instant, when the meaty vines were about to touch An Lan's mask, a flaming fan with three magatama patterns appeared and blocked the attack of the meaty vines.

"Uchiha rebound!"

A dull voice came from An Lan's mouth beneath the mask.

A light blue light gradually lit up from the round fan in An Lan's left hand.

In an instant, a terrifying energy emanated from the round fan.

"boom!"

A deafening sound.

The fleshy vines extending from the dark space in the distance were directly blasted into pieces by this horrific recoil force, and blood and flesh flew everywhere in an instant.

An extremely disgusting fishy smell gradually blended into the air.

"what!"

"what!……"

As the meatball vines exploded inch by inch, the dark space was also filled with wailing sounds that sounded like a man or a woman, and the sound was extremely harsh.

Even the entire teaching building, which was plunged into darkness, was swaying from side to side following the cries.

"Brother An, what's going on?"

The master walked cautiously behind An Lan, looked at the squirming teaching building, and asked with a doubtful look on his face.

At this moment, An Lan was obviously in a good mood. He put the exclusive round fan in his left hand behind his back and then spoke to the master.

"The people in your department did not find any supernatural objects when they explored this place. Besides, it's because their realm is too low, that is, this building is the supernatural object."

"What! Brother An, are you saying that this teaching building is a supernatural object?!"

The master said in disbelief, his eyes widened involuntarily, showing his inner uneasiness.

But how is this possible? How could this teaching building made of cement and steel be a supernatural object?

Moreover, this teaching building has been in operation for more than 30 years.

Nothing strange has happened in such a long time.

In addition to the records in the archives, there are also the few bodies of Mr. Oki who would run out on their own at night.