Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

When these monsters were still in the culture tank, the super high concentration of "Divine Transformation 9.0" was injected between the blood vessels and nerves.

A large number of blood-streaked flower spores split, breed, swell, and spread among their flesh and blood, and quickly tore their skin and carapace apart.

Their muddled lives burned to the limit in an instant, and before they broke out of the cage, they started killing each other with the monsters around them.

As a result, when the monster transport vehicle was shattered, what flew out of the scrap metal was no longer a living monster, but a puppet controlled by Bloodstained Flower—an undead creature that was ten times weirder and more difficult to deal with than a monster. !

These undead creatures were covered with deformed swellings like tumors and eyeballs, staring at the assassin and the white-haired ghost intently.

Accompanied by the burst of deformed swelling, a large number of blood-streaked flower clusters drilled out from the body of the undead creature, making a sound of "chiliuchiliu, chiliuchiliu", like strange tongues full of barbs, salivating, stretching out To the human beings who are close at hand.

At this time, ear-piercing screams came from the assassins.

It was "Dr. Monster" Fei Qingyun who, through the communicators carried by the assassins, played the "Ghost Baby Nursery Rhyme" that was enough to suppress Bloodstained Flowers.

The undead creatures that were still baring their teeth and claws just now were like burning thorns and long whips. They whipped the whip hard and backed away one after another, avoiding the assassins.

But he focused his eyes of hunger and evil on the white-haired ghost.

Even though the white-haired ghosts were highly respected and powerful, they would never have guessed that the assassins had mastered the technique of controlling and suppressing undead creatures.

Of course, for a strong person in the divine realm who can expand the magnetic field of life to a distance of 100 meters, and the spiritual shield can firmly guard every pore of the body, undead creatures are not really "immortal".

According to past experience, the white-haired ghost didn't pay attention to these ugly undead creatures at all.

He didn't bother to slow down, nor did he bother to dodge.

It seemed that no matter what the threat in front of him was - a main battle tank, a train gun, a steel battle fort, a doomsday beast, or an undead creature, it was impossible to stop him. half a step.

The white-haired ghost was like a war knife condensed by a whirlwind, cutting into the encirclement of undead creatures.

Seven or eight monsters consisting of sword halberd demon pigs, golden arm demon apes, blood moon demon wolves, etc., were pulled together and stitched together by the hyphae of the blood streaked flower, and undead creatures with three heads and six arms grew out, screaming to tear their eardrums one after another. With a shrill scream, it spewed out clouds of extremely foul-smelling poisonous gas and acid mist, and rushed towards the white-haired ghost.

Facing the menacing ghosts and monsters, the white-haired ghost was like a raging flame, poured with a scoop of hot oil, the whole person suddenly became ten times brighter.

The raging flames are like an extension of his will, precisely and easily cutting into the vitals of the undead creatures—just at the seams of different monster organs and limbs.

He dismembered these undead creatures into seventy or eighty pieces like a Paodan dissolving an ox.

However, to the surprise of the white-haired ghost, the activity of the blood-streaked flower spores in these undead creatures enhanced by "Divine Transformation 9.0" is more than ten times that of wild undead creatures.

The blood-streaked flower spores in wild undead creatures are like dandelions drifting with the tide, and it is almost impossible to penetrate the life magnetic field and spiritual energy shield of the strong in the divine realm.

These artificially cultivated blood-streaked flower spores, like insects have the phototaxis of "moths to the flame", they have a natural yearning for the strong in the divine realm with extremely strong fluctuations in the magnetic field of life.

They turned into inexhaustible blood mist visible to the naked eye.

Like an invisible abyss monster, dozens of scarlet tentacles protruded from the void.

Even nine out of ten of the scarlet tentacles were burned to ashes by the white-haired ghost's battle flames.

The only remaining one or two tentacles still took advantage of the gap and invaded the white-haired ghost's wound.

The white-haired ghost widened his eyes.

For the first time since being ambushed, he showed a slightly astonished expression.

Centered on the site where bloodstreaked flower spores invaded the wound.

Thick blood vessels protruded from the white-haired ghost's body.

It was also like scarlet insects, burrowing into his body, arching and wriggling under the skin.

The life magnetic field of the white-haired ghost keeps shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sensing the power of the new blood-streaked flower spores, he had to draw most of his psionic energy back into his body to contend with the blood-stained flower spores that were wreaking havoc.

In order to prevent the blood-striped flower clusters from invading the central nervous system and even the depths of the brain, he would turn himself into the first god-level zombie in the history of Dragon City.

And the raging blood-streaked flower spores also leveraged the injuries and poisoning symptoms that the white-haired ghost had suppressed desperately, triggering an avalanche-style chain reaction.

In an instant, the white-haired ghost's face became uglier than the real ghost.

His chest was obviously sunken, and his heart and lungs were raised high, beating violently but extremely erratically.

On the limbs exposed to the air, thick tendons protrude.

The blue tendons and red blood vessels entangled, tore, and devoured each other, like two, no, two groups of pythons killing each other.

The realm of the gods is the realm of the gods.

Even in such an unfavorable situation, there is still no undead creature that can really pounce on the white-haired ghost.

At most, within seven steps of him, he was blasted to pieces by the shock wave accompanied by his low-pitched battle roar.

However, these undead creatures all have insidious skills similar to "self-explosion" and "pollution".

Even if it was torn apart, it was still able to spew out clouds of blood mist that seemed to have life from the depths of the body cavity, covering the top of the white-haired ghost's head all at once.

The white-haired ghost only cared about the most difficult and dangerous struggle with the blood-streaked flower spores inside and outside his body.

No matter what, there are double-digit assassins ambushing around!

To say that the nerves of these assassins are also extremely thick.

Ordinary extraordinary people, even if their combat power reached the peak of the heavenly realm, would not even dare to conceive the idea of ​​fighting to the death with the strong in the divine realm.

Even if someone dared to compete with the god-level powerhouse, facing so many undead creatures that seemed to come out of the deepest part of the nightmare, they would have instinctive fear and loathing.

But these assassins seem to have been frozen by some mysterious force in the depths of their brains, all areas related to fear and pain.

They were not affected by the undead creatures at all, but in just half a second, they switched from fleeing in a hurry to a brand new attack formation!

Swish!

Swish Swish Swish Swish!

Five "doomsday bullets" changed dozens of different trajectories from five different angles, and shot fiercely at the white-haired ghost's eyebrows, eye sockets, throat, heart, and abdomen!