Chapter 145: Night 1

Su Mo stared at the thunderous basin.
　　 Three days passed.
　　 Li Dingxun has not come out yet.
　　 The gentleman's promise must be kept, so he left.
　　 But Jianghu was loyal and couldn't stand by, so he came back.
　　 At least, he had to grab his body.
　　The loud screams in the pure land called twenty-eight righteous knights, and when they rushed into the Holy City of Blood, what they saw was a huge pit, and there was no one on the ruins.
　　……
　　 The first day is at night.
　　 Fight six thousand three hundred and fifty-eight times.
　　 Under the cold and miserable moonlight, Li Dingxun's fist was stable.
　　 The floor has sunk half of his body. Li Dingxun’s calf is soaked in a grayish-red powder slurry. With every punch he punches, the water will splash high and slowly ripples.
　　 gradually formed a vortex around him, allowing him to expose his legs and feet to the air, no longer being corroded by the venom.
　　The palm of the fist becomes inertia, a basic point that supports his life. When he stops, there will only be two.
　　 He died, or the enemy died.
　　 The twelve monsters have completely mutated, one by one, they are like ancient demons, with three heads, six arms, fangs and claws.
　　Weird prayer words began to echo. Completely chaotic sentences, insane sentences, when a large amount of profanity is piled up, and then read in an inhuman tone, it can evoke the fear in human hearts in an instant.
　　 Li Dingxun felt sharp pain in his eyes, his heart beat back and forth, blood burst out, as if to squeeze out of the eyeballs, he simply closed his eyes, and threw his fist based on his inspiration.
　　 Big clumsy hand!
　　 Perhaps it was the reason that the floor reached its limit. After Li Dingxun's punch, a huge collapse occurred. With a crash, he also fell into the hole in the lower layer as the grout poured in.
　　 slightly pushed back the twelve blood monsters, he felt his eyes no longer sore, so he opened his eyes and looked around.
　　 With the glimmer of light leaking from the leak, he saw the end of the upper blood waterfall, but it was a huge black porphyry Yaksha statue. The brain was split into a pool, and the blood waterfall poured into the pool, and then flowed into the statue.
　　 In addition to this huge, one-hundred-meter-tall Yasha statue, there are many statues of ancient savage beasts, evil spirits, mountain spirits, and water monsters around, showing a strong atmosphere of witch sacrifice. Some of these statues are crude, some are exquisite, they look like they are cruel, and they are in them, as if they dreamed back to the ancient times, the age of hairy and blood-drinking.
　　 At this time, the twelve blood monsters smashed through the upper floor and rushed into the cave. They had completely lost their minds, and they rushed frantically when they saw Li Dingxun.
　　They are getting stronger and stronger, and Li Dingxun gradually feels overwhelmed, and even a clumsy hand can't directly kill them. And their ghost claw power has approached God's first-order martial arts.
　　 Not to mention the cruel and poison.
　　 Super Grade 3 armor had been corroded and mottled, and pits appeared on the epidermis of his tall and hard statue-like body. His muscles were twitching unconsciously, and he was forcibly restrained by internal energy.
　　 punch!
　　 Li Dingxun used a super third-order whistling fourteen hands, vigorous like a meteorite rain, like an arrow of a chaotic army, beating in all directions, under the impact of such high speed and high pressure, the big tendon on his right wrist suddenly broke.
　　 clang! Like a string torn, a melodious trill sound echoed in the darkness.
　　 It hurts my heart, Li Dingxun frowned and glanced at his right hand, showing a look of boredom and contempt.
　　 The five fingers of his right hand were completely scrapped, and he could not clen his fists and stretch his palms. In that case, he would use it as a whip. Flicking from the left to the right, the wind rushes, and the power does not decrease but increases.
　　 But this is a signal, a signal that the body is about to collapse.
　　 smashed the ghost claws, printed a palm on Yu Yuandi's head, shrank the metallic head, and his brain was splashed high with muddy blood.
　　 Broken left metacarpal bone.
　　 The tenaciously vital Yu Yuandi let out a vague muffled roar and kicked suddenly.
　　 Second-order, blood shadow legs, passed from overseas territories, subtle and curious, and the middle body is torn.
　　 Li Dingxun also kicked his legs, descended to the ninth-step posture, shook the mountain step, hard horse and hard bridge, like a big python flicking his tail.
　　铿!
　　 Yu Yuan's leg bone burst, Li Dingxun broke his knee.
　　 Injury to the leg or foot is equivalent to cutting the root of a tree, unable to exert strength, and suddenly weakened.
carry on.
　　 Limbs broke one by one.
　　 Li Dingxun slammed the enemy's head with a head hammer, and once again returned the twelve monsters to the blood pool.
　　 His majestic body also lay down on the ground.
　　 There are 15 top sects in the world, of which five are wicked sects, the Snowy King Kong Sect, Huainan Jie Qingmen, Yunnan Five Immortals Sect, Fujian Fulongtan, and Jiangbei Blood Sect. The King Kong Sect has turned into a cloud of smoke, the Fulong Altar is suppressed by the righteous way and dare not show up, the Five Immortals are curled up in a corner of the southwest, and the Jieqingmen's whereabouts are mysterious. Only the Blood Sect is always prosperous. The secret behind this is of course not that simple.
　　 Li Dingxun knew that he had done his best.
　　 No one can make hundreds of awkward moves in one day.
　　 The iron-struck body will also be destroyed and shredded by the violent force.
　　 Li Dingxun, who surpassed the limit, did not exceed the gods and demons.
　　 There is a limit to people.
　　 Li Dingxun was lying on the ground, laughing.
　　 For the first time since birth in 16 years, he laughed so presumptuously and so cheerfully.
　　 This sound repeated in the cave, whispered like a mockery.
　　I don’t know why, the twelve blood monsters have not resurrected from the blood waterfall. When Li Dingxun’s laughter lowered, everything fell silent.
　　 But after all, it is not silent, the blood and water are still in the ears, and the statues are all alive.
　　 One by one phantoms came out of their bodies, glowing with blood, converging into a torrent, rushing towards Li Dingxun, and began to bite his flesh.
　　 Sparks flew everywhere, and his bones were really like iron stones.
　　 Essence is constantly being drawn away by these ghosts. This is a sacrifice~EbookFREE.me~ Then Li Dingxun is the best sacrifice, the body of a of war, the will and soul of the of war.
　　Death is my friend, and now he invites me to be the master of nothingness.
　　 Li Dingxun blinked and looked at Yue.
　　 These sudden blood shadows are all in front of my eyes, they are just some kind of tools. The flying ones are like the substitutes of death. They are an effect cause, and the form and will of death descend on them. Like a paintbrush, a simple inscription on the night sky writes "The Lion Sect Gate Li Dingxun died at the early morning of the 13th day of the first month of the 116th year of the Pure Land calendar."
　　 is not the night of the full moon, which makes Li Dingxun quite regretful.
　　 However, he has not been killed by these blood shadows. They have drawn enough blood and bone to fly into the blood pool.
　　 bubbly, the sweet and fragrant blood scent comes, reminiscent of autumn maltose, spring nectar, fried crispy whitebait, stewed soft and rotten meat bones.
　　 Li Dingxun turned his head with his skull exposed slightly and looked at the blood pool.
　　 The scent can't cover up a bad smell.
　　 There was a paw on the side of Yasha's head, and then another one, more and more, hundreds.
　　 A three-foot-tall ghost with a hundred arms stood up from the blood pond.
　　 The blood splashed and fell off his body, just like standing up from a bath.
　　 There are arms on his head, and countless beautiful golden eyes grow out of the dark palms.
　　 stared at Li Dingxun with a vicious look.
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