And the most incredible thing is that those people have obviously scratched their muscles to expose their white bones, but they are still scratching, as if they don't notice the pain at all, while grabbing the bloody pieces of meat on their bodies piece by piece, they are still muttering in their mouths: "How can it be so itchy? Aoya is comfortable, comfortable...... It's itchy again, come again, comfortable ......"

"Scratch again...... Comfortable to death, oh ......"

"It's getting itchy...... Groove ...... It's getting more and more comfortable to scratch ......"

Finally......

Someone scratched himself with a look of enjoyment, but after scratching for a while, he felt that his hands were sticky, and when he reached out to look in front of him, he found that there were all flesh and blood residues, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "This ...... What's going on? Whose blood is this?"

The crowd looked at the man.

His ribs and sides and backs had been grabbed by himself at the moment, and even his own ribs were pulled off by himself and thrown on the ground......

Such a person is actually surprised to ask others: whose blood is this?

The strange Cheng dù of this scene made everyone who saw it creepy and shuddered......

If the other party is like this, what about yourself?

Seeing the strange gazes of everyone, this person's eyes turned, and he suddenly saw that the people around him were full of crazy tickles, and the pieces of flesh and blood...... There are also people who have pulled out their eyeballs, and they actually reach out and scratch their eye sockets vigorously: "It's itching to death, it's itching to death...... Comfortable, comfortable to death......"

The man trembled for a moment, and suddenly said in horror: "Could it be my own ......?"

Looking down, he blurted out with a loud cry: "My body...... Oh, my God...... This me, me, me, I'm itching to death...... Scratch, comfortable, oh my god, what's going on? It's tickling...... Tickle, comfortable."

This person looked at his body in horror, but he couldn't help but reach out to scratch it, his eyes were frightened and desperate and collapsed, but his face could still show a very comfortable and enjoyable expression, which was really weird.

I actually watched myself pull my bones off my body one by one...... Then break, throw away, and scratch again...... Scratched out all his internal organs......

The man's last thought was: Is it ...... This is in my own hands, and I directly pinched it to pieces...... Is it my heart? See ...... for the first time. It's so strange......

All those who shout and have itchy faces end like this...... In the end, the living self scratched himself to death......

One figure after another, desperately screaming itching in their mouths, scratching desperately on their hands, then breaking themselves to pieces, and then falling to the ground and dying. Before dying, there was no exception, and everyone's last words were: "It's so itchy to death, comfortable to death......"

It's really itchy and comfortable......

The black fog appeared suddenly, and the stay was short-lived, only diffusing for a moment at the beginning, and then dissipating without a trace.

From the appearance to the final dissipation, there are only a few tens of breaths

However, it was this spread that enveloped four or five hundred people one after another, but they were scratched to death by themselves......

Looking at the corpses all over the place, the so-called piles of corpses are like mountains, and then look at the messy flesh and blood that is covered all over the place, and the killers who are lucky to not feel the itch on their bodies, one by one, their hair stands on end, cold sweat is dripping, their eyes are straight, and they are so frightened that their souls are scattered

Although they were lucky not to die of itching, they were about to die of scare at the moment

This...... What kind of means is this?

Especially when I saw the corpses on the ground, the people were obviously dead, the dead were fragmented and miserable, and there was still a look of enjoyment on their faces......

Everyone who saw this scene was trembling again and again, and they all trembled with fear.

The scene fell into silence again, and there were people in the distance who rushed desperately, and someone shouted loudly in the distance: "Hey, that Feng Zhiling, isn't he dead yet?"

"Wind Ridge's Head Is Mine"

"Let No One Move"

lest others rob the great credit of this day.

While shouting, he rushed desperately.

The legendary "sending to death" is probably nothing more than that

It's just that everyone at the scene was in no mood to wonder if it was "sending death" to the person who had just come over, and they all looked at the black-clothed Lingbao Pavilion Wind Monarch opposite in horror......

It's like hell

poison

That black mist must be poison under the Wind Monarch's seat

But, what kind of poison is this?

It's so sharp, so domineering, so ...... Fantastic?

The crowd had never even heard of it.

Of all the killers who can come here, who dare to provoke continental-level forces like Lingbao Pavilion, which one is not a well-known character?

Everyone is well-informed, experienced in a hundred battles, and everyone is wearing life-saving treasures that can detect and detoxify drugs anytime and anywhere, which are all necessary things for walking the rivers and lakes.

Under normal circumstances, not to mention being poisoned, even if it is only a slight poisoning, it is unlikely that it will appear in this group of people

However, this Wind Monarch seemed to have just released a cloud of black mist, and then the result was that four hundred and eighty-seven people were hit at the same time

And it is directly that the middle one is hopeless

Even the four hundred and eighty-seven first-class masters on the rivers and lakes were almost all ...... at the same time It became a ground of minced meat. From beginning to end, the only thing this Wind Monarch could do was wave his hand......

At this moment, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at the Wind Throne

it, this ...... Who the hell is it?

In the end, we are killers, or you are killers, what is called ruthlessness, ruthlessness, and murder, isn't this it?

You have such a skill, what are you talking nonsense with us just now?

With this hand, what Ning Biluo and Zhao Pingtian have to stand aside, what kind of killing efficiency is this?

In a gesture, nearly 500 lives, and if everyone has a killer with first-class skills in the rivers and lakes, it will be gone

Such a situation is not only appalling, but also a legend, a legend, a myth

And Yin Yucheng, who was not able to rush up at the first time just now, was covered in cold sweat.

A sense of fear rushed up leisurely, and it almost softened.

The reason why he didn't rush forward at the first time just now was mainly because he felt that Ning Biluo, the number one killer in the world that day, locked himself with a gas machine. Yin Yucheng resisted with all his might, and for a while he had no strength to rush to the first wave.

But thankfully, it was so.

If he also rushed up together, then among the dense and mountain-like corpses on the ground now, there would definitely be one of him

In this way, Ning Biluo's qi machine was locked, but it saved his life, a life-saving benefactor