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Chapter 639: Icelandic Horror (168)

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    Just as the barrage in the live broadcast room said, the enemy was originally suppressed by the peak passengers, and the situation on the ice sheet that had ended the battle suddenly changed.  The thick lead-gray clouds split from the middle, and the billowing cloud waves seemed to be torn apart by swords. Instead of a clear sky outside the clouds, there was actually a thick and sticky scarlet blood light that seemed to have substance!

    At the same time, the blood river that had been calm suddenly turned into a turbulent wave. The corpses of the frost giants on top of the poisonous blood were like icebergs colliding and shattering. The harsh sound of ice cracking made people dizzy and numb, and the poisonous waves rolled up violently.  Just like Moses dividing the sea and rushing to both sides, Yu Xiangyang and the other two people who were about to enter the water quickly retreated and retreated for more than ten meters to avoid the attack of the poisonous fog and waves. They saw that the center of the blood river sank deeply and cracked.  The terrifying gap of the debut, this gap is extremely deep, the depth is unfathomable and cannot be seen to the end at a glance. It is the purest black, as if it is connected to the abyss of hell.

    When this extremely deep crack appeared, the ice sheet of the earth rumbled, and the sky seemed to be torn apart by bloody light. It was like the end of the world, Ragnarok, was approaching, and the sky would collapse in the next second.  However, at this moment, the faces of all the peak passengers who had recovered their memories suddenly changed. They stared at the dark cracks in the blood river. Even the calmest Heydrich could not hide the shock on his face.

    ??¡¾A crack in the Kim Lunga divide?  !  how come!  ¡¿

    The thunder god's voice of shock and disbelief rang out. The next moment, Miao Fangfei and others were heard exclaiming, and Yu Xiangyang and the other three people who were closest to the blood river jumped into the crack of the blood river without hesitation, followed by a very fast speed.  The figure fell from the sky. He jumped out of the Thunder God's chariot and jumped into the crack of the blood river without fear of death. The fast people could hardly see his face clearly. The people who were still on the chariot realized and screamed,  The person who jumped turned out to be the Lizard Duke!

    Didn¡¯t the hunter recover his memory?  Why did the Lizard Duke, who was still a fang hunter, jump into the river of blood?  !  But his action was like turning on some button. The three peak travelers who had either restrained the Frost Giant Rocky or harvested the head of the Apocalypse Knight decisively dropped their loot and jumped into the crack deep in the blood river.  It was as if there was something extremely important in the cracks in the Blood River, something that even top travelers would risk their lives to get.

    what is that?  Is it the Golden Lunga Gap mentioned by Thor?  But Miao Fangfei didn't care about this. She clenched her fists tightly, hating her own powerlessness in her heart. She didn't care what was deep in the cracks in the blood river, she just hoped that Director B would be fine.  I hope Director B can survive.

    It is definitely not easy to deal with something that even a top traveler is so rude.  Can Director C come back alive in such a dangerous situation?  Miao Fangfei didn't know. She could only hold on to the golden silkworm Gu and pray, hoping that Director B could create another miracle. However, as the captain, Miao Fangfei couldn't take too many chances. She could vaguely feel that Director B was in a very bad state at the moment!

    Bingyi felt like he was back hanging upside down on Tong Hege's arm, comprehending the runes, and the boundless and terrifying power was like pollution, invading his body, mind and even soul.  He could clearly feel that his body was collapsing out of control, with hard black scales and sharp bone spurs extending from the human body, like a monster.

    This seems like reality, but also like a dream. Bingyi seems to have had such a bizarre dream. In the dream, the clock was ticking, and the intense pain enveloped him at the moment it returned to zero.  In the dream, he saw his skin being peeled off, his bones broken and blood gushing out, and his heart still beating even if it slipped from his chest. His terrifyingly tenacious vitality was the dividing line between monsters and humans.

    He looked strangely at the dream. In the dream, he turned into a terrifying demon-like monster, with spiral horns on its head, exposed scarlet muscles, terrifying bone wings stretching out from its back, and its feet and hands turned into  Monster-like sharp claws.  He was like a skinned demon, bloody and terrifying but with a strangely elegant calmness, as if he was far away from the world, watching everything happen with a cold eye.

    Bingyi vaguely realized that this was not a dream, but his current appearance.  The dream came into reality. The moment he was drowned by the giant's poisonous blood, he returned to zero. Just like b1 returned to zero and completely turned into a bloodthirsty killing ghost, he no longer was a human after returning to zero.

    However, he was keenly aware of something strange. It shouldn't be like this. The monster he turned into after returning to zero should be fanatical, warlike, cruel and bloodthirsty, and shouldn't have such a calm gaze.  He subconsciously touched his chest, but he couldn't control the strength of his terrifyingly sharp claws, just like in a dream

    It dug out the muscles in the chest to dig out the bright red beating heart.

    But Bingyi did not dig out the heart. The creepy monster lowered his head slightly and stared at his finger claws stained with sticky blood. In the claws that were deformed like murderous weapons, there was a handful of blue-purple butterflies.

    What beats in his chest is not his heart, but a bunch of fluttering butterflies.

    ¡¾You choose to be the master of butterflies?  ¡¿

    &nbs? is two angles.  Becoming the master of the corn shoots also did not hinder Bingyi. He seemed to hear the corn shoots shouting "Father" happily. The poisonous pus blood corroded his body at a slower speed, and the corroded flesh and blood regenerated quickly.  This was the strength he gained from the corn shoots after he became its master. At the same time, Bingyi seemed to see how the corn shoots hatched from an egg in the dark underground palace and grew into what they are now.

    Too many picture fragments made his brain numb. He vaguely knew that this seemed to be something he should know, but it seemed to be hindered by something, and he forgot all about it as soon as he thought about it.  In the end, Bing was still worried about one thing. Why didn't he see any memory about Wei Xun?  No memory of even the puppet being made?

    Who is Wei Xun? Has he really become Wei Xun¡¯s master?  Why does he feel so strange!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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