God Of Slaughter

Chapter 73—The change of meteorite

Shiyan walked in the Shenshi Square.

Where there is a corpse, where will he appear, every time there is a corpse, as long as he stands for a few tens of seconds, the corpse will gradually dry up, and the essence of the body will disappear.

The fierce opponents of the strong names, many of the warriors who came to observe and fight, have been hit by the pool fish.

Some of the warriors who have only cultivated the heavens and innate worlds are the most miserable. They can't resist the aftermath of the Nirvana's strong fighting. When they touch, they will not escape bad luck.

Just a few minutes, Shiyan wandered around the Shenshi Square, and he had already got the essence of seven Houwu and four congenital warriors.

The warrior in the realm of humanity has a level in the realm. Even if it bears the aftermath of the Nirvana Warrior, it will not die on the spot.

Therefore, there is no body of a warrior in the Shenshi Square, which makes Shi Yan slightly regret.

Because the acupuncture points in the body are different, it can absorb the essence of the deceased. Therefore, Shiyan hopes that the scene will be more chaotic. The stone is hard to shoot the Mo family, and hopes to produce more dead, so that he can step faster. The realm of humanity.

Han Feng seems to be a ghost shadow, always swaying ten meters beside him.

No matter where he appears, Han Feng always looks at him, for fear that he will make a mistake.

Ten meters away, Han Feng is watching Shi Yan, his eyes are full of confusion.

At the time of fighting in the battlefield, Shi Yan’s move seemed to be inexplicable. Han Feng did not know what thoughts existed in Shi Yan’s heart. He did not ask, but he guarded Shiyan with his own self-confidence, fearing that he would have any accidents.

Shiyan shuttled in the Shenshi Square and stayed in a corpse. The changes in the bodies were strange, but the Hanfeng did not care. Only when those people had some kind of chronic poison, gradually began to attack.

- He never thought about it. The abnormalities of those people's bodies were all due to Shiyan's reasons.

"what!"

Not far from the celestial meteorites, there was a sudden painful groan.

Shi Yan’s heart moved, and the corner of his mouth was a little more pleasantly surprised, and he rushed to the past.

Behind the meteorite, a congenital warrior who was all blackened, his body squirmed and gradually disappeared.

This man was obviously unfortunately bombarded by the lightning of Moto, but he seemed to have some kind of martial arts of the body, and he could not stand it until he finally came here, and eventually died.

Shiyan looked indifferent, standing behind the meteorite, separated from the innate martial artist by ten meters, but clearly felt the essence of the person from the body.

Not long after, the one warrior also died and died, and Shi Yan was once again harvesting a bit of essence.

Han Feng ghostly in general, quietly standing in the other corner of the meteorite 10 meters away, watching him strangely.

"Strange, is there anyone who is secretly poisoned? Why are so many people so strange?" Shi Yan shook his head and looked up at Han Feng. "Han Bo, it seems to be in the battlefield, still Some guys who are trying to misbehave."

Han Feng looked awkward, nodded undecided, and felt strange in his heart.

"Snapped!"

A lightning bolt as thick as an arm flew over like a dragon, and slammed into this piece of meteorite.

"Hey!"

The meteorites of the sky are overflowing with light, and a circle of silvery white moonlight suddenly overflows from the hill-sized meteorite.

The moonlight is bright, with a cool feeling, just a glimpse, the moonlight on the rock outside the day has quietly disappeared, and everything has returned to normal.

Shi Yan and Han Feng, both standing next to the meteorite, can see the strangeness of the meteorite.

"what!"

Shiyan snorted and frowned and went to the meteorite. He held out a hand and pressed it on this mysterious meteorite.

Under the scorching sun, the meteorites began to cool, seemingly carrying the light of the moonlight of the millennium, with the coldness of the moonlight.

The meteorite is heavy, and there seems to be no difference between the ordinary and the beautiful.

Shi Yan felt his eyes closed for a while, and did not find any abnormality in the meteorite. He couldn't help but let go of his hand and frowned. He asked Han Feng: "Han Bo, just this piece of meteorite seems to suddenly be strangely lit, you also saw it. What?"

“Yeah.” Han Feng nodded lightly and walked forward. He touched the legendary meteorite from the sky and said: “There is no change, perhaps because of the light of the Moto electric light hitting it.”

"Well, it may be related to Moto's lightning martial arts." Shi Yan couldn't find anything special, nodded, but there was still a bit of doubt in his heart. He always felt that there was something wrong with this piece of meteorite. He couldn't think of a reason, and he didn't think much more.

"墨家儿郎! Distribute back to the Mohist!" Suddenly, from the direction of the battlefield, there was a violent drink from the Motuo.

Shiyan looked around.

I saw that Moto was under the siege of several people, and the look was very embarrassing. The blood on his back seemed to have been seriously injured.

After Motu violently drank, he did not dare to fight. He even suffered a hard blow from Shi Tie and rushed to the distant commercial street.

Muxi, Shitie, Shijian three, do not say anything, hurriedly chased the past.

The giant horses of the two iron towers hesitated, standing in the middle of the fighting field, and did not seem to want to kill them.

The ink-money family, after a drink from the Motuo, did not dare to stay in the battlefield, and made birds and beasts to separate and flee in all directions.

Shiyan was behind the meteorite, looking at the piece calmly, and found the old man with the messy Duolong Valley, and Li Han, together with Mo Han, rushed straight to a row of houses on the south side of Shenshi Square.

"Mochi can't stay." Shi Yan took a deep breath and said to Han Fengdao: "The grass does not remove the roots, the spring breeze blows again, and I go to the grass of Mochi."

The weeds do not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows again.

Han Feng frowned, and he licked these two words in his heart before he understood the meaning of these two sentences. His eyes lit up and whispered: "The young rock is a material for big things."

Shi Yan didn't say much, immediately walked away from the meteorite and chased away in the direction of the escape.

Soon, Shiyan went out of the Shenshi Square and was ready to step into the narrow street in the house. He found that Shijie and several stone houses were also chased.

"Da, Momki gave it to me, you chase people." Shi Yan shouted far away.

Shi Yan a glimpse, seeing the stone is chasing, yelled: "Where did you run before the kid? Do you know the chaos of the battlefield? If you have three long and two short, your grandfather is not peeling my skin."

"Nothing." Han Feng suddenly emerged from behind Shi Yan, whispered.

Shi Yan saw Han Yan behind the stone rock. He looked relaxed and smiled. He said, "That's good. You can chase after you, and I will chase after the day."

After that, he nodded to Han Feng and changed his way and quickly went away.

After a quarter of an hour.

In a small alley in the Southern District, Mo Qi was murderous and rushed to the road.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.

At the corner of the front hutong, Shiyan leaned against the stone wall, and the corner of his mouth was mocking with a mocking smile. He said: "Moch, is it hard to run? Well, you can take a break."

Mochi suddenly stopped and looked awkward. "Shi Yan! You killed my brother, I want you to pay for it!"

Shi Yan grinned and shook his head. "The ink war has not gone far. If you go on the road soon, you might catch up with him. I am here to give you a ride."

"Qi Shaoye!" Behind Mochi, Li Han came up with a head, next to Li Han, still standing from the blood of the God of the Emperor Duron Valley.

"Kill him!" Mochi pointed to Shi Yan and said: "He must die!"

"The junior things, solved by the juniors, you better not to intervene." Han Feng above a house, suddenly popping his head, cold eyes watching the blood hand and Li Han.

"The blood of the poison dragon valley?" Shi Yan stared at the old man, suddenly said: "Blood Yuan Dan is what you refine it? The poison dragon valley came out, it really is the scum of the refining pharmacist, special refining some can not get the countertop The remedy."

"The boy is looking for death!" The **** hand brows, his face suddenly sullen, and said: "I didn't want to take care of your Shijia and Mohist things. Since you are not good at words, then I will let you taste the means of my poison dragon valley. ”

"Young Rock, you deal with Mo Qi, blood hand and Li Han gave me." Han Feng whispered a word, fluttering down from the house as if nothing, standing between the blood hand and Li Han.

"Hey, you really are a poisonous dragon valley." The **** hand smiled and smiled. Suddenly swallowed a longan-sized medicinal herb. The medicinal herbs seemed to be human, red seemed to be bloody, very strange.

After the blood hand swallowed the medicinal herbs, the eyes suddenly became red, and the roots of a messy hair were erected, and there was a strong **** smell on the body.

Han Feng’s face changed suddenly and suddenly said: “Yan Shaoye, quick return to Shijia!”

"Li Han, Mo Qi, you killed the boy who was not inferior, this old man gave it to me." The **** hand grinned and licked his tongue, his face looked fierce.

"Han Bo, you are careful." Shi Yan’s heart glimpsed, from the change of blood, he realized that it was not right, cold eyes saw the Korean wind, Mo Qi, and hurriedly fled in the direction of the distant Biyue Lake. .

Han Feng was ready to leave, the **** hand suddenly rushed up, the incomparably bloody, suddenly shrouded the Korean style, let Han Fengteng not leave the effort to leave.

Li Han and Mo Qi ignored one eye and did not say anything. They chased in the direction of Shiyan’s escape.

five minutes later.

In another lane, Li Han and Mo Qi, the body of the rushing, suddenly slammed, and Moqi looked up and said: "The kid doesn't even run, it really is tired!"

"I said that after you have lost your Mohist family, you can't eat it." Shi Yan stood in the lane and looked cold.

A trace of white mist haunted him, and all kinds of negative forces emerged from his body, making him suffocating, as if he had come out from the blood of Shura.

Han Feng is not there, he can finally use the real power unscrupulously.