Doomsday Horror Storm

Yang Xuan's mind was immersed in his body, quietly running the golden elixir, constantly absorbing the vitality of the world around him. Next to the bright golden elixir, there was a blood-red mark, which looked a little dim, and with the purple elixir fire

Burning continuously, wisps of black aura rose up from the bloody mark, and finally disappeared into the body under the annihilation of vitality.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, three days passed.

In the past three days, the Vampire Hunting Order in Yang Xuan's body has still not been completely refined, but its color is much lighter than before. In the dark underground world, maybe because of the environment, everyone is closing their eyes.

During the break, few people spoke, and the atmosphere seemed dead.

On this day, Yang Xuan was about to continue tempering the blood seal in his body, but suddenly he heard a noise.

I saw three or four people from the Blood Fiend Gang walking towards a single young man. This young man was wearing crystal-level armor. He seemed to have a low-level system, and seemed to be only about 120 times stronger.

"You brat, bring me the food in your ring!" A handsome young man wearing a blood-colored armor looked at the young man coldly and said.

The young man's face was a little pale. He was alone, facing three or four people who were at least 130 times higher than the system. He had absolutely no chance of winning. However, if he just handed over the food in vain, the next 17 days would be even more difficult.

It’s hard!

"Hand it in or not!" the handsome young man said with cold eyes.

Gritting his teeth, the young man slowly took out ten palm-sized pancakes from the ring and handed them to the handsome young man tremblingly. His heart was filled with hatred.

"Hmph!" The handsome young man smiled proudly, led a few people behind him, walked to the next independent God of War, and used the same method to ask for a lot of food.

Yang Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground, silently looking at the group of people from the Blood Fiend Gang. He understood that this was just the beginning...

In several other remote locations, there were also many powerful people, silently looking at the Blood Demon Gang and others who were arrogantly asking for food, with sarcastic smiles on their lips...

After this storm, the ground returned to dead silence again, and no one spoke.

In the blink of an eye, another three days passed.

Yang Xuan leaned his back against the hard wall and looked into the distance. Due to the light stone (one of the relic items), his sight could see far away.

"It's been almost a week, and I don't know how Xiaoyan is doing." Yang Xuan sighed, feeling a little nostalgic in his heart. Every morning before, that little girl always woke him up with breakfast porridge...

"Gulu"

Yang Xuan's stomach suddenly growled. Considering his physical condition, he had not eaten for six days and was already extremely hungry.

"Are you hungry?" Uta, who was wiping the Vulcan Storm, raised his head and looked at Yang Xuan in surprise. In the past six days, he had never seen Yang Xuan eat. He thought that as a legendary cultivator, he had

What a powerful secret, I didn’t expect that I would also be hungry.

"I still have some dry food here." Uta took out a piece of bread and handed it to Yang Xuan: "You eat some!"

Yang Xuan felt a little warm in his heart. Looking at the tempting piece of noodle cake, he shook his head and did not take it. He said, "I have it. You can keep it for yourself. You have to wait for 14 days. The days are still long!"

Uta scratched his head and said, "Well, if you run out of food, let me know!"

Yang Xuan smiled and nodded.

Talking about food…

He still has enough nutritional potions in his ring to last a whole year!

When he left the small metal house, he conveniently searched for the remaining nutritional potions inside, but he never had a chance to use them. After all, there was food in the base city, so Fan didn't have to use the nutritional potions.

However, although there were nutritional potions, Yang Xuan did not dare to take them out so blatantly, otherwise he would definitely be killed.

At this moment, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps approaching.

Yang Xuan and the other four were startled and looked up. Walking over was a man in yellow clothes, wearing a set of S-level relic equipment. The weapon in his hand was SS-level.

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and quietly used a detection:

Creature level: Medium creature!

Biological race: Human race!

Intelligence: 162!

Strength:9204kg!

Speed:1204m/s!

Cell strength: 183!

Seeing this information, Yang Xuan couldn't help but stare, and looked at the man in yellow with a hint of caution.

"Don't come any closer!" Gu Chen stood up and said in a low voice.

The man in yellow paused slightly in his forward steps. He glanced at Gu Chen, frowned slightly, and glanced at the Vulcan Storm in Uta's hand. He paused for a moment and said, "Give me your food."

Give me!"

"Brush!" With a sound, Uta immediately raised the Vulcan Storm in his hand and pointed the gun at the man in yellow. As long as he took another step forward, he would shoot immediately!

The excitement here attracted many people to look here. This underground world is extremely boring, so the occasional robbery of food will attract the attention of many people.

The man in yellow looked cold and said, "Don't force me to do it!"

Gu Chen sneered: "If we really fight, you may not win!"

The man in yellow snorted coldly, with murderous intent looming in his eyes. He stepped forward, and when the ground exploded, he rushed towards Gu Chen.

Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk...

At this time, the Vulcan Storm in Uta's hand had been fired. More than a dozen bullets streaked through the air in a spiral trajectory, rushing towards the man in yellow.

Facing technological weapons like Vulcan Storm, the man in yellow did not dare to be careless at all. His eyes were always fixed on Uta's trigger finger and the muzzle of the black hole. The speed of those bullets was too fast for him to avoid.

, but he could guess the direction of the bullet based on the direction of the muzzle one second before Uta pulled the trigger.

——Use wisdom to predict!

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen bullets were fired, but they did not hit the man in yellow, but passed him by. Among them, the trajectory of one bullet was something he could not avoid, so he pulled the trigger at Uta.

At that moment, he lifted the big knife in his hand a second ago and placed it on the trajectory of the bullet.

boom!

The bullet collided with the sword and exploded.

But the nuclear energy in this bullet was not too great after all. Coupled with the obstruction of the sword, the man in yellow took a few steps back to avoid it and did not suffer much damage.

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the man in yellow, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Facing a machine like Vulcan Storm, even he needs to use a mental barrier to slow down the speed of the bullet in order to avoid it. But this man in yellow can predict it in advance!

powerful!

With this, Yang Xuan knew that this man was no ordinary God of War!

Everyone around saw this scene, their expressions changed, and they looked at the man in yellow with a little more awe.

All this happened in the blink of an eye. After dodging the bullet, the man in yellow didn't stop at all and rushed towards Gu Chen. Facing the man in yellow who was rushing towards him, Gu Chen looked solemn and held knives in both hands.

Enemy.

His arm was originally broken, but he drank the "Fountain of Life" potion and completely recovered.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a man in yellow appeared behind Gu Chen, and there was a trace of blood on his knife.

But Gu Chen trembled, and a blood mark appeared on his chest.

Seeing that the man in yellow was about to give chase, Yang Xuan's face darkened, he jumped up suddenly, took out his blood-red spear, and rushed over. He started at full speed, and as he rushed forward, the wind howled.

The man in yellow's face changed. He decisively gave up the pursuit and turned around to catch Yang Xuan's spear blow.

"boom!"

Yang Xuan's spear was like an iron rod, hitting it hard!

The man in yellow held a sword in his hand and took the shot forcefully. The ground beneath his feet suddenly burst and his feet sank deeply into the earth.

At this moment, Yang Xuan's mind suddenly flashed into the fourth form of the "Nine Forms of the Magic Stick", the long dragon goes out to sea!

"Woo——"

In the astonished eyes of everyone, the spear in Yang Xuan's hand suddenly shot straight out in a strange and almost impossible posture, piercing the air and making a whirring sound.

The man in yellow looked at the blood-red spear charging towards him, and was about to resist it, but suddenly he saw the spear head transformed into a ferocious dragon head, roaring at him!

Amazing momentum!

The man in yellow trembled involuntarily, and with a slow beat of his hand, the blood-red spear pierced his chest!

The man in yellow had a face full of shock. He looked at the young man in black holding a spear opposite with some disbelief. There was a huge wave in his heart. The blow just now might be just shocking in the eyes of others, but he knew that this style

The attack has reached a state of perfection!

The confusion in Yang Xuan's eyes suddenly cleared up. Just now, his mind was filled with the fourth form of the "Nine Postures of the Magic Stick", and his body was completely involuntarily dancing with that scene. If he was asked to do it again now, it would be absolutely impossible for him to do it.

So skilled.

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