Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

"Break your wrists with the heavenly soldiers? Can you do more?"

Seeing this task prompt, Lin Hun looked surprised.

He never thought that the opponent in this final trial turned out to be a mythical existence.

Although this existence is like a five-scumbag in the myth.

But even if it is the Five Scum.

The other party is also a god, an immortal, a real and extraordinary existence.

Facing such a guy.

Lin Hun felt a little weak.

But when the mission is started, there is no way to go back.

The only thing he can do now is face it.

Hiss!

The thinking space gradually changed.

The room where Lin Hun was staying was gradually eroded by a strange force "eight two three."

This power is full of blood and murderous aura, but also contains a trace of divinity.

Under the influence of this force.

Lin Hun's room gradually transformed into a scene similar to a schoolyard.

This competition is made of rammed loess.

There were large, dry black blood stains on the surface.

The school grounds are surrounded by walls made up of erected logs. The tops of the logs are sharpened with dark brown blood stains.

In the middle of this schoolyard.

A heavy stone pier stands.

Behind the stone pier, stood a tall figure.

The figure is at least two meters tall.

Big waist round.

He was wearing an old fish-scale heavy armor, and a tattered yellow scarf was interspersed on his shoulders and axils.

There were heavy scars on his bare head.

With his head down, he couldn't see his face clearly.

But in Him.

Lin Hun felt the terrifying oppression that was heavy like a mountain.

Pure magic.

Feeling this pressure, he no longer had the slightest ease on his face, all that was left was full of seriousness.

He didn't know what fate regarded as a reminder of undefeated.

But he knew.

This guy in front of him is the only strong enemy he has ever seen in his life.

"Suck!"

He took a deep breath, feeling the strong divine breath in the air.

Lin Hun walked towards the Heavenly Soldier and the Yellow Turban.

Following his approach.

This heavenly soldier, who had been standing still on the spot, finally reacted.

Taste it!

It seems that the rusty law is turning.

The yellow scarf's head gradually lifted, revealing a familiar big face.

This big face is exactly the face Lin Hun saw when using Future Vision.

It's just that compared to the face he saw with the future vision, there were many more cracks on this face, similar to cracks, and there was still gray and black mist in the cracks.

"There is another challenger, I... It's been a long time since I saw a new person."

A thick and low voice sounded, and he stumbled a bit at the beginning, but after a few words, his language became fluent.

Staring with huge eyes like copper bells, the yellow scarf twitched his big lion-like nose, with a reminiscence expression on his face.

"On you, I smell the old man of the land, are you a new land?'

"no.

Shaking his head and looking at the heavenly soldiers in front of him, Lin Hun felt a strong malice.

This guy has a very kind look on the surface.

In fact, it is not as kind as it appears.

At least in his perception, this guy released the malicious intentions to kill him all the time.

It's just that because of certain restrictions, the other party did not carry out this malicious act.

"No? It's a shame. I thought

"never mind "

Muttered in a low voice, the Yellow Turban put his elbow on the stone pier.

"Since you are here, then you should know what your task is. Come on, as long as you can last five breaths, I will count you as qualified

"good!"

Looking at the palm of the Yellow Turban which was bigger than his head, Lin Hun adjusted his breathing and came to stand opposite him.

He stared at this real god.

Lin Hun felt decay in him.

This god named Yellow Turban may have died soon.

"Will God die too?

He put his elbow on the stone pier and held the palm of the yellow scarf.

Lin Hun had such a question in his mind.

"Are the gods who haven't appeared already dead?"

Feeling the cold and hard touch from the palm of the yellow scarf, Lin Hun looked at the real god so closely for the first time.

Powerful, stalwart, terrifying, and weird.

These words were enough to describe the feeling that the Yellow Turban gave him.

This looks like a person, but in fact it is another "thing" that exists.

The power contained in itself is not comparable to that of silly language.

Even the top black disaster.

Compared with him, it is also weak and small like a bug that can be pinched to death at will. It is not worth mentioning.

Moreover, the other party's 2.5 body is completely different from the general treacherous.

Feel the extremely hard palm of the Yellow Turban.

Lin Hun felt the excitement from the power of his organs.

It feels as if they have found something very precious.

This feeling Lin Hun is a bit familiar.

He remembered the feeling that he had swallowed the land corpses in the blood village game.

It's just that compared to that time.

Now the organs are a bit more exciting.

"Is it because it's fresher?"

Looking at the yellow scarf in front of him, Lin Hun smiled bitterly.

"It's a pity, I'm afraid I can't beat him now

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