He no longer hesitated in the direction he rushed out, and launched a straight figure in front of the opponent. The man's heart trembled, and he felt that Chen Qing in front of him had become indistinct, and then a terrifying force fell from the sky.
That power fell in front of him, turning everything except Chen Qing into powder.
And in that dust, Chen Qing's condition was not much better.
The skin on his body was stretched to the point of cracking, and numerous wounds along the muscle texture covered the skin. He knelt on his knees, and the palms of his hands on the ground were already dripping with blood.
Chen Qing raised his head and found that the face of the man in front of him was also full of shock and surprise.
But in the next moment, the man's face was filled with surprise. He turned his head and looked at the area where the girl was.
She raised her head and pointed a finger in the direction of Chen Qing. Blood was dripping from her hand, but the blood was as black as petroleum.
The liquid dripped onto the ground, and wisps of black smoke rose from the ground.
The cause of all this was actually the purple clay pot with a broken spout in her arms.
The broken mouth of the purple clay pot pierced the girl's chest, and wisps of bright red liquid became dark and thick after entering the purple clay pot, and then continued to flow back from the mouth of the pot.
Her face turned pale, and just when her fingers were about to press down in the air, the Taoist member behind her also launched an offensive.
Hundreds of hairs on his head flew forward. The hairs reflected dazzling light like steel drills. The hairs were sharp and sent an ear-piercing whistling in the air.
The girl couldn't dodge, and her neck was still blocked in the opponent's arms. How could she avoid it? When she screamed, hundreds of bloody holes appeared.
At the same time, as the girl was severely injured, the non-relics she controlled also lost control at this moment.
"Fuck!" Chen Qing roared, and the pressure on his body was instantly cleared. He did not hesitate, and his body continued to move instantly.
The wooden thorn scratched towards the man's shoulder, and the Taoist member in the distance began to mutter something sinisterly.
"The Tao is the Tao, the Tao is very Tao."
He chanted softly, and his sideburns and beard began to lengthen, and his stiff body began to become flexible and soft. He pinched his fingers, and tiny twisted and wildly swimming roundworms passed through his eyes.
He gritted his teeth, and his open teeth were covered with tiny pure white monster insects.
At that moment, as his words faded, a terrifying explosion spread on the ground. The explosion flattened the locusts underfoot, leaving a half-meter-deep hole in the ground.
However, outside the square area, the figures of Chen Qing and the man had no impact at all.
This is a C-level non-relic. Under the influence of non-relics of the same level or suitable containment means, His existence is supreme.
The wooden thorn in Chen Qing's hand was used as a dagger to stab into the man's body. The dodge ability brought by his extreme speed made him able to handle this close combat with ease. It is true that the opponent's recovery effect was extremely fast.
But looking at the bright red bloodshot eyes that kept rising, it seemed that his recovery was coming to an end.
In the next moment, when the wooden thorn in Chen Qing's hand entered the opponent's body again, and when he wanted to pull away again as before, he felt a huge resistance from his hand.
Chen Qing softly said "Hey", and his surprised eyes were cast on his hands at this moment. He watched the wooden thorns in his hands being bound by the muscles on the human shoulders. The muscles that had been developed to the limit tightened in an instant. , clamping the foreign body in the muscle.
Chen Qing was in a daze. He raised his head and saw that the man's eyes were already filled with scarlet bloodshot eyes.
He raised his head, and the ring on his fingertips emitted a fierce light. Immediately afterwards, Chen Qing's newly healed body cracked again. Blood oozed from his ears due to the high pressure, and his throat lost his voice due to the air pressure. He tried Wailing, but the pressure coming from his body made his limbs become rugged and twisted, and the broken bone spurs pierced the muscles and flesh, causing his limbs to gradually lose their vitality.
He looked at the man in front of him. Even though his eyes had become sleepy, Chen Qing could still see something from his body.
He began to become rickety, the bones on his body began to bulge significantly, and his head became a bit larger.
He stretched his arms forward, and it was hard to imagine that these thin arms actually evolved from that appearance.
He pointed at Chen Qing, and his coherent words turned into murmurs word for word: "Kill him...quickly..."
But his voice spread here, but no one responded. In that 7*7 isolated world, the figure of the Taoting man was broken. He collapsed on the ground, and the wounds on his body were crawled by countless tiny roundworms. On his abdomen, among the most serious wounds, there was a beetle larva as thick as a thumb curled up there, fixed by countless tubes and tissues connected to flesh and blood.
It struggled to lift its head, but seemed unable to do even this simple movement.
In front of him, the body of the young woman was not much better. Her body was covered with a thick layer of paper, and the paper seemed to be merging into her body at the moment. There was already a trace of blood on her face. There were gullies in the corners, and her arms had become flat.
She looked at the man in front of her and said in a cold voice: "You have actually mastered the golden elixir!"
"The Dao is not the Dao..." He listened to the woman's voice, and the veins in his body squeezed out some strength again.
If someone could use the single eye on Chen Qing's forehead to look at it, they would be able to discover at this moment that there is a complete meridian map in his body, and the meridian map is emitting a faint light.
If you look carefully, you can see that the light comes from some tiny borers in the vein diagram.
Those bugs are only half a millimeter in size each, but they pile up into mountains in extremely terrifying numbers. Covered in every connection of this member of the Taoist court.
He stood up, his face was pale, and he heard the woman in front of him speak again: "You... have become Nanami! Planted the golden elixir! Are you actually going to self-destruct here?!"
She gritted her teeth and smiled when she saw the man: "Some people can be strong, but not to the extent of holding a nuclear bomb in the hands of a child..."
He said softly, and took out a handful of Fuchen from nowhere in his hand. He put it wobblingly in his hand, and then swung it violently. After the whisk was swept towards the other person's body, the whisk turned into bright red. .
He shook the weapon in his hand, and when the girl saw the fuchen changing color, she realized that most of her chest had been eaten away by the fuchen.
She looked pale, but it wasn't because of her injuries.
She felt even more disgusted when she looked at the densely packed tiny insects on her chest.
"Everyone in the world says that Shen'en Sect is crazy... I think Shen'en Sect is not even half as good as your Taoist Court."
She smiled ferociously, took out the knife from her pocket, and removed the insects from the wound.
"No one in the world is crazy, it's just the discussion of the confused." The man smiled, and his words seemed to flow a little more smoothly.
The dust in his hand slowly faded in color, and it turned out that there were termites hanging upside down on each thread of the dust. After they took away the flesh and blood, they fed it to the huge beetle larvae in their belly.
The girl ignored her. Although she had many non-relics on her body, it was obviously not an advantage to be within close combat range when facing people from the Taoist court.
She turned the gun head and poured half a pot of thick blood into the teapot in her sleeve. A repulsive force from the sky replaced the mental suppression of the man from the Alliance and pressed Chen Qing's body firmly to the ground.
He whined, but the blood gushing from his throat blocked the transmission of the sound. He remained silent, feeling the mourning emanating from every part of his body.
"Look~ I told you. Your power can't save anyone."
Jiang Wan squatted beside him, crouching where his gaze was directed, blocking his view. Although she was smiling, her expression was serious.
"Swallow it. Swallow it and I can save you."
She continued, her fingertips constantly touching Chen Qing's throat.
But at this moment, she disappeared, and Chen Qing's eyes turned into endless darkness.
His consciousness slowed down in this darkness, as if time had been extended indefinitely.
From one thought per second to one thought per tens of thousands of seconds. And all this happened in an instant.
His thinking became extremely slow. He looked at the endless darkness, and the thoughts in his mind were removed bit by bit.
So that in the end, he could only remember who he was.
So much so that by the end, he couldn't even remember who he was.
So much so that he has forgotten what is the end, and has forgotten the concepts of time and the world.
He died, his body turning into a pink pulp under the weight.
The delicacy of his body far exceeds what every wall-breaking machine in the world can achieve.
He died, as everyone else in the world will die.
They all died, after losing the so-called protagonist in this back room.
Yes, Chen Qing and Jiang Wan are both dead. It seems that everything ends here.
But the story will not stop just because the two people leave. Disputes between people and the most sinister greed and desires still exist in every corner.
Looking at the back room, the intrigue between the three people didn't stop at all.
After Chen Qing's death and the withdrawal of the "Shen'en Sect", an even more intense war broke out among the remaining three.
The original fragile two-on-two alliance was quietly broken. Those who formed the alliance did not dare to go all out, but the person who was alone could do it with all his strength.
They are all afraid of each other's backstabbing, and they are all afraid of the adverse consequences of a short-term alliance.
They fought, blood seeping into every inch of the land.
The three people stood in the square of the earth building. Their bodies were covered with scars that penetrated into the bones. Their faces were all pale. The three men only repaired their injuries for a moment before starting again.
