The God of Destruction

The "tube" is made of meat film, just like a tentacle, in which blood and minced meat continuously flow into the body of the "monster", making him **** and bloody.

More than ten followers of sandalwood have become haggard, skinny, and skinny.

Pan Chen found that their anger and blood had dried up for a long time, as if they had a dead body. They closed their eyes and remained motionless.

"This is an evil way of devouring flesh and blood."

Pan Chen felt sick as soon as he saw it.

This method, just as Qiao Bin uses greedy fish to absorb martial arts blood, is to forcefully deprive and use the power of other practitioners for their own use.

Even a little bit primitive.

Unexpectedly, if there is no transformation, entering the body directly is almost like eating something alive.

"I am proud of life, mortals are like ants, and human life is like mustard, which has turned into dust and mud in just a few decades!"

Continue to sing sea songs, as if awakening the spirit and consciousness of the monster.

The broken sky, I am the **** of time walking, can swallow the world, with you and other mortal flesh, become my food, strengthen my body, your life continues in my body.

Haikou suddenly changed its style, full of outrageous killings and domination, shocking.

"Ronald!"

The monster hovered and roared in the sky, shaking all over, dusty, and tall in shape, reaching more than four meters.

His roar trembling, he turned his head and looked at the hall.

The monster was pulled high again, tearing off a lot of meat tubes, blood came out of a big hole from the roof of the hall, it was four meters high, and his chest was exposed on the roof.

"what is this?"

Yuan Ning, Chen Jiafu, they were so scared that they were not attached to their souls.

"It's terrible! What a monster!" Many people's faces changed dramatically, and their hearts were startled.

"Things have changed, just like the clouds in the sky are elusive. I motionlessly deprived my life at will and ruined everything unscrupulously!"

When the sea sang, the monster stood up again, six meters high.

He shook his head, with fangs on his face, looking at the sky with one eye, roaring like a tiger, suppressing the clouds in the sky, and scared Fei Xue.

He took a step, the wall fell, the ground shook, the dust was flying, and the bricks were splashing.

He walked out of the hall, revealing his true face, but he was a monster with only one eye and one eye, surrounded by blood and covered with blood stains.

The monster gleamed with blood in one eye, and looked at everything with pain, majestic and majestic, as if to tear the sky and blow Xueyueshan into gunpowder.

"My eyebrows are cold, my heart is as cold as ice and snow, my heart is as hard as a stone, and God cannot stop me from killing!"

Haikou sang, raised the decibel, like a torn brocade rising up and down, like going through the clouds and arrows straight up into the sky.

The monster was **** and inflated again, about ten meters high, like a moving building.

He took a step, the ground shook, the house collapsed, the rockery collapsed, and his big foot stepped on the ground. Suddenly, the ground fell into a big deep pit, and the bluestone bricks were torn apart one by one.

"I asked heaven angrily, why I can't live forever, why do you force me? I want to tear the world and cut off all the gods!"

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The last chai song is full of anger and murder, conveying a kind of anger that destroys everything and loses reason.

The monster rushed out and took a big step towards Pan Chen.

He collided like a violent bulldozer.

Dust was flying, the walls of the courtyard were collapsing, noisy noises, one after another, the temples were lifted and washed down, the ground was trembling like a tympanic membrane, and a big tree around it was hit and flew.

"Is this the **** of style? This is not the right approach."

Pan Chen looked at An Pei Qing Qing and asked curiously.

The **** of style, also known as the ghost, is created by the soul or monster that nurtures and serves his Lord.

The ancestors of the Ampei family were called "Oriental Pan tooth" and "Qing Qing ampei", and God was his first creation.

According to legend, there are twelve gods under his men. He uses magic to summon a **** on the battlefield and possesses the power of an invincible person.

In the Edo period, Anpei Qingqing and his family greatly appreciated the Tokugawa Shogunate, just like a national teacher.

However, in Pan Chen's understanding, the relevant records are in the classics. The style of God should be a spiritual body, such as stronger than ghost soldiers and ghosts, but it should be a spiritual force.

Because the original God was also worshipped in the temple, accepted the worship of believers and people, and condensed the power of thought.

However, this monster does not depend on the absorbed power of spirit and faith to survive, but on human flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood flow are purely physical attacks, and they are not very godlike.

"So, in order to kill you, do you still use those old gods? This is a new **** raised by the Amper family, the ancestor of the zombie, won the hook!"

An amp of green sky buzzed coldly, filled with the pride of the tunnel.

"The Kanto Army occupied the northeast at that time. In the battle of Jiaozanling and the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces for three days and three nights, countless people were killed, bleeding, blood stained, and the blood gas buried underground was attracted by the zombie king who had been suppressed by the heavenly warlocks for hundreds of years. . "

"He was killed when he saw the generation of Jiaozanling in the Northeast. China and Dongyang could not kill him with gunfire for three days and three nights. In the end, my great Omioji Amilyun shot and killed He, used the secret method of Gui Ling and Yin Yang to calm him down, and then we calmed him down. "

An Pei Qingtian shook the bell and despised the tunnel, "He started to sit in the sandalwood town ten years ago, and now the blood of dozens of sandalwood masters has been absorbed by him, and his power is no less than that of the mind master." Pan Taiqiu, How much head do you have for him? "

"Great blood!"

At this time, even Pan Chen was a little moved.

The blood gas in the body is stronger than the gas, and the blood formed by more than ten masters accumulated by Qiao Bin on Hailing Lake.

If Pan Chen absorbs and refines these blood energies, I am afraid his modification will greatly increase the level.

However, thinking of its qi and blood, which absorbed the pulse of sandalwood meat and blood, was also a bit disgusting.

Speaking of which, the zombie king hook has ran to Pan Chen, blood surging and shaking on the body like magma.

His big round table hand, waved it down, swept it out, grabbed it to Pan Chen.

"Huaxia boy, I want to swallow you alive to strengthen my blood!"

The sound of winning the hook is like panic, rolling out, shaking people's eardrums, making people feel extremely painful.

His sharp nails collided with the roof like a hook machine, and most of the temple roof was broken. ..

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