God of Doomsday Summoning Synthesis System

Seeing the one-eyed demon's empty eyes looking at him, Killer Forty-Seven felt hatred for Jun Yutian. He wanted to tell the chief that it was not him who took away the demon's eyes.

But even if Killer Forty-Seven tried to explain himself, the already furious and hateful chief would definitely not listen. Then Killer Forty-Seven did not hesitate at all, moved his feet, and planned to leave here directly.

How could the chief let Killer Forty-Seven get what he wanted? He waved his hand again, and all the remaining indigenous warriors rushed forward without fear of death, surrounding Killer Forty-Seven. Killer Forty-Seven

His face suddenly changed, and he felt very aggrieved, and he roared.

"Everyone get out of my way, I didn't take away the Devil's Eye!"

But how could these indigenous warriors listen to him, and they couldn't understand him? Although these indigenous warriors were not worthy of attention in the eyes of Killer Forty-Seven, under such circumstances, without wasting a second, his own danger would be

Increase a few points.

Just after Killer Forty-Seven killed three indigenous warriors, the huge one-eyed demon phantom also completed its divine punishment. A sharp shout sounded from the altar, and the numerous corpses and flesh inside the altar continued to scream.

The gathering turned into a blood mist that continuously condensed towards the center of the altar.

When Killer Forty-Seven saw this scene, his face turned pale and his voice trembled.

"It's over!"

A red light flashed, and a sound that sounded like a beast's roar or a ghost's scream sounded from the center of the altar. A green claw stretched out from the blood mist, and then the horrified look in the eyes of Killer Forty-Seven

, the monster in the blood mist slowly emerged.

"This, what is this!"

Killer Forty-Seven couldn't help but let out a scream when he saw the monster's appearance. His body kept retreating. The monster in front of him seemed to be a dozen corpses re-spliced ​​and fused. There were five iron-green and ferocious faces, including young people, girls,

Children, old people, women, but without exception, these five faces all had their eyes closed, showing expressions of pain, and the constant fluctuations of more than a dozen arms, legs and feet allowed this monster to move.

"Why is this monster so disgusting? What kind of evil god does this Aiqila tribe worship?"

Wu Qian, who was hiding behind the bloody column of corpses with Jun Yutian, turned pale instantly when she saw the monster, and said in a trembling voice.

The one-eyed demon glanced at his masterpiece, and let out a sinister laugh. Then with a fishy wind, the figure gradually turned into nothingness. As the one-eyed demon's shadow disappeared, the extremely disgusting-looking monster in the center of the altar disappeared.

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The ferocious faces faced Killer Forty-Seven. In an instant, the eyes on the five ferocious faces opened instantly. There were no pupils, only the whites of the eyes. Killer Forty-Seven was stared at by these five pairs of eyes. His soul was shocked, and his heart was already full.

It's fear.

The scene in front of him changed, and he seemed to have fallen into hell. Facing the terrifying hell demon, feelings of powerlessness and fear kept rising from Killer Forty-Seven's heart. However, in the eyes of Jun Yutian and Wu Qian, Killer Forty-Seven seemed to

As if in a daze, he stood there motionless, letting the monster slowly walk towards him.

A long scarlet tongue protruded from the girl's face deep inside the monster, and licked Killer Forty-Seven's face, revealing a sinister smile.