The Devil’s Cage

Chapter 1123 斩!

Blood flowing.

After Qin Ren’s entire struggle, he fell on the sofa, and his body quickly stiffened, and his face was black.

"The blood of the half demon is very powerful."

"Unfortunately……"

"You are not immortal!"

"Sorry."

Sackley whispered softly. After an apology, he slowly pulled out the short knife and quickly took out the hidden seeds in his arms and dripped the blood on the knife.

Soon, the rooted seed began to germinate.

Moreover, at the speed visible to the naked eye, a flower bone grows and looks very bright.

then……

puff!

Sakri’s backhand stabbed himself in his heart.

More blood, dripping along the blade on the flower bone.

And Shakeley seems to feel no pain at all, not only does not stop, but a knife handle,

Suddenly, the wound suddenly became bigger.

The blood is completely sprayed on the flower bone.

Shakeley was stunned and stood up on the ground. His face was pale like paper, but he was filled with excitement, expectation and relief.

"It’s coming soon."

"hold on……"

"hold on……"

He kept chanting in his mouth.

His blurred vision has been staring at the slowly blooming flower.

As if, once again, I returned to that time.

He watched as she was framed in the temple.

He watched as she was lifted out of the temple.

Life and death are just moments.

But the difference is that at that time, he was incapable, timid and weak.

Now he is still weak compared with that one, but...

He can make a living.

He used to think that living is the most important thing.

Only when you really experience life is not as good as death, you will understand that living is sometimes more uncomfortable than death.

That day.

that moment.

It seems to be human torture, tortured him all the time.

As soon as he closes his eyes, he will see her eyes.

From the hope of struggling to the despair of numbness, it is ultimately a bleak ash.

She hates him.

he knows.

Therefore, he will dress up neatly and neatly every day. He hopes that he will become her hope. He hopes that her soul will have a bit of comfort when he sees him.

His paranoia believes that perhaps she will get a bit of comfort.

Ridiculous?

Ridiculous.

Only a few days later, Sarkley gave himself a slap in the face, and then there was a crazy plan in his mind.

He kept this ridiculous look.

He used this ridiculous appearance to face everything.

He is waiting for the opportunity.

He did not hesitate to die.

just now……

He waited.

He waited with guilt.

Feeling the rapid flow of power in the body, it is like a thousand knives, the soul burns quickly, like hot oil pouring, but Shakeley laughed.

The pain of the flesh.

The pain of the soul.

What are these pains?

More painful things, he has already experienced.

pain?

No pain.

Numb.

Instead, he felt relaxed for a long time without feeling.

"Sorry."

"I can't say sorry to you."

"But I will take the **** and go into purgatory - where I will make atonement for you again!"

The blurred line of sight is completely black.

Shackley fell on the flower bone that was gradually blooming.

Let the flower swallow his body.

three!

two!

One!

The flowers are blooming, delicate and fragrant.

It was a sigh.

......

“Is it unexpected?”

‘The God of Lincheng’ looked at the ‘big marsh’ in front of him, and a cold smile appeared on his face. He licked his lips and his eyes were full of malice.

"I don't need to tell you something more unexpected?"

"For example: I joined forces with me."

"When I was fighting with you here, he had already begun to destroy the nodes of the city."

"It won't take long for the entire city to collapse and isolate!"

"And as a **** of the city, you will enter an unprecedented state of weakness!"

The words of ‘the **** of Lincheng’ are more malicious than his eyes.

However, what made ‘the **** of Lincheng’ unexpected was that ‘big marsh’ did not have any panic.

Even, there wasn't even a little panic.

" Still pretending to be calm?"

"Or do you think that the node that can't find the city of Yancheng?"

"You not only underestimated him, but also overestimated your men."

"You don't think they will betray you?"

"You are so naive!"

‘The God of Lincheng’ sneered out, but there was a bit of doubt in his eyes.

Something is wrong!

Faced with the problem of life and death in the whole city, 'Dauma' can't be so calm, even if it is him, if Lincheng has the same situation, he can't be so calm, although he usually treats those mortals like pigs and dogs. general.

Needless to say, 'Dauma' loves his ‘people’.

‘The God of Lincheng’ breathed in the ‘big marsh’ in front of you.

The appearance is exactly the same.

The temperament is no different from the one in memory.

If there are people who imitate the appearance, how can the temperament be so similar, and more importantly: strength!

That kind of strength that broke his disguise!

Absolutely not mortal can achieve!

The other side has a backhand? !

Unconsciously, such speculations appear in the heart of the 'God of the Forest City'.

Such speculation made him look at his eyes and his eyes were soaring.

"Although I don't know what cards you have, but you really think that you can beat me after leaving the land?"

The ‘the **** of Lincheng’ seems to be a good one, and the power in the body is rolling and gathering like a tide.

"You have not left Lincheng."

‘Big Marsh’ said indifferently.

"Different!"

"How can this be the same!"

"I have arranged it!"

"And you?"

"It's just a big fool who is blinded by illusory reality!"

“‘Big Marsh’, you have to remember that you must find a truly loyal subordinate in your next life!”

It seems that I thought of what I was proud of. ‘The God of Lincheng’ hahaha laughed, but he hadn’t finished laughing, and the voice stopped.

The body of ‘the **** of Lincheng’ is like a wave of tides.

This kind of stagnation is like a piece of iron net, and the ‘the **** of Lincheng’ is firmly bound.

Not only can't move, but it is also consuming the power that belongs to him.

The change has made the 'God of the Forest City' stunned.

But immediately, his sorrow became unbelievable.

Because, he saw that 'Omuma' had pulled out a purple, giant sword with a demon color.

That is not the weapon of the 'big marsh.'

That uses this weapon...

Not the big marsh!

Not the big marsh, who will it be?

"who are you?!"

‘God of the Forest City’ asked loudly.

no answer.

There is only one sword under your arm.

only--

kill!

(End of this chapter)