Bug Master In Doomsday

Wang Mang's fragile and seriously injured body was lying quietly on the soft bed, with a thick snow-white quilt covering his body. Wang Mang closed his eyes, who snored slightly, sleeping soundly. Although his breath was a little weak, he did not look life-threatening.

Seeing that Wang Mang was sleeping peacefully, he instructed the two corpses to walk out of the guest room. The black light in the eyes of one of the corpses disappeared and collapsed to the ground.

However, the semi-human shape of Wu Jian was turned into a black air poured from the seven orifices of the corpse, and the eyes without focus suddenly brightened, Wu Jian easily controlled the cold corpse.

He touched the huge incision on his chest and abdomen, and there was still some blood stains on the rolled flesh. This should be done by the superpower team under the owner. He shook his head and turned to look in the direction of the guest room. What puzzled him most was the blood horse who had just fought with his master.

The blood horse's forbidden technique, the secret of rebirth, clearly possessed the ability to kill the owner, but he only swung two punches. These all doubts really made him a little puzzled.

His core body is the strongest painful emotion of the master. He is the product separated from the master. He naturally knows the secret of rebirth, but where does this blood horse as a cultivator know it?

He took a breath of suffocation and poured it into the corpse that collapsed on the ground, leaving a touch of mind guarding the sleeping Wang Mang. If something happens, he can come back as soon as possible.

He pushed open the door of the wooden house and walked along the memory to the mid-air where the blood horse launched the forbidden technique, the collapsed building rubble, the air mixed with smoke and dust, and the invisible fleshy flesh.

His slowly walking figure suddenly stopped, squatting on the edge of a gravel, and scratching it with his hand. A small broken finger was stained with mud and dirt, but his face showed a touch of surprise and excitement.

This severed finger should be a flaw in the blood horse forbidden technique. Unfortunately, the blood horse died too fast. The battle just now was too fierce and fierce. There was no way to find this severed finger. He blew the severed finger. The dust on the top was wiped carefully and put into the bag of the jacket.

Give this thing to the master later, he should think it has some use, after thinking about it in secret, he stood up and walked towards the most solemn castle in the city.

The huge square in front of the castle was full of corpses. Hundreds of corpses were lying on the cold stone bricks. They were all loose robes worn by cultivators. Only a few of them were the corpses of supernatural powers who were responsible for the finishing touches by Wang Mang.

The closer he got to the gate of the castle, the more **** aura he got. When he walked to the gate, he narrowed his eyes without any interruption, a little surprised.

A small hill of corpses in the hall of the castle was gurgling with blood, and those cultivators of different ages who had already died stared unwillingly, staring at them desperately.

"It seems that the action is going smoothly." Looking at the corpse mountain where at least three to five hundred corpses were piled up, Wu Jian couldn't help nodding.

‘Huh! With a piercing sound that pierced the air, a sharp silver blade cut the flesh, muscles and bones of his back in one face, and even his spine was cut in half with this knife.

"not dead!?"

"Of course I didn't die!" Wu Jian Ruo turned around without incident, looking at his eyes with amazement, and some speechless sword-holders, smiled and patted him on the shoulder:

"The skill of the sword is pretty good...I'll stay here, go and call Xuanhu over, I want to tell him something."

The shocked face of the young man with the knife showed a trace of dullness. Is this person in front of him crazy? Was slashed and praised his skill well? !