Vol 2 Chapter 1610: not interested

boom--
The moment the stone axe stopped, the opponent's fist was unambiguous, three inches above the dusty belly in a boxing.
There is the gastrointestinal tract, and the gastrointestinal tract is the organ in the upper body, which can make people lose their resistance and not hurt their lives after being injured.
vomit--
Dust light suddenly bent down, like a shrimp, vomiting violently, where can there be a little room to contend?
Subsequently, the demon squeezed the dust light neck, subdued it.
The whole process only lasted for a while, and the demon movements were skilled and decisive, showing the rich combat experience.
"Waiting for you for a long time, human leader." Demon clan's red eyes are full of cunning.
The rest of the demons came up one after another and communicated with each other.
"He looks very weak, is he really one of the human leaders?" A demon questioned in his own language.
The demon who subdued him, pulled from the dust light, and pulled out many scattered objects.
When it comes to the identity of the tombkeeper, of course, there is no need for a so-called identity token to prove yourself.
His face is the best proof.
However, there are still some things that can prove identity, such as the intelligence.
The Mozu picked it up, but he was proficient in human writing, and he laughed when he read it: "It's not wrong, it is the people we killed the day before yesterday, and the information that was released before death."
"If he is not a leader, how can he have such important intelligence?"
The demon are not only well-developed, but also very intelligent.
The dust of the uniform has realized his situation, he dare not breathe, he listened to the demon clan's conversation, while thinking about the way out.
"It's still not certain." A female demon with a posture shook her head slightly: "We need accurate information, we must confirm the exact identity of the captive."
The demon who caught the dust lightly snorted: "That's not easy to say? Just grab a few human captives. Under testimony, you can know who he is!"
The corner of the mouth of the female demon warped: "That's a coincidence, just found a few in-depth humans, just let the grass startle, and let them go."
The former smiled happily, and immediately flirted with anger: "What are you waiting for? Catch!"
But, the female demon palm stopped: "Slow down!"
Some provocations were brewing in her eyes: "It's not as good as ours. Who catches more humans, and more get the devil's name, how?"
The cultivation system of Demon Races and Humans is completely different.
Part of their power comes from self-cultivation, but part of it comes from the reward of the strong.
Every time the reward is given, the strength can skyrocket and at the same time have a brand new name.
Therefore, this process is called giving names.
The mission of the Human Alliance is to spy on intelligence, and the Demon Race also has a mission-to find out the details of the human army, including how many masters, military divisions, equipment and so on.
Twenty-three demon clan responsible for this operation, they received intelligence, a human leader entered the devil qi, and immediately took action to prepare to arrest him.
"Do you also cooperate with me? In terms of strength, I am 30% higher than you." The demon who captured people grinned lightly.
With a smile, his eyebrows cracked with a thin crack, and there was a faint flash of blood.
The female demon cuckolded with a giggle: "It's not power to catch people."
She took a step back, her body turned invisible, and merged into the black magic energy.
These demons are not only amazing, but also have different talents, similar to Warcraft.
Twenty years ago, there has never been such a Demon Race!
Say Xia Qingchen.
He stopped and walked all the way, the journey was very slow.
First, there is a crisis here, and there are murders everywhere.
Second, he was looking for Ecstasy.
The psychedelic grass only grows in the place where the magic energy is strong, and now the magic energy of the Hell Gate leaks out, rendering this place as a magic land.
If you are lucky, you may be able to find one or two plants without arriving at Hell Gate.
However, good luck had no chance with him, and he found nothing along the way.
Suddenly, Xia Qingchen found three or four corpses at a distance of ten miles from the center. When he stepped forward to look, it was humans whose bodies began to rot.
"No more than two days at the latest." Xia Qingchen stared alertly, examining the wounds of the three bodies.
It seems to be extensive wounds, it should have been injured by violence.
"The monster?" Xia Qingchen speculated.
Along the way, Xia Qingchen can be attacked by many monsters, including animals and plants.
The deaths of the three people in front of him are very consistent with being attacked by monsters.
"Wait!" Xia Qingchen suddenly narrowed her eyes, and intuitively told him that something was wrong: "If the monster attacked, would the body be so complete?"
The three corpses are all killed in one blow.
Apart from that, there are no other wounds on the body. How could this be caused by the unreasonable monster?
The target they attack, the target will be destroyed even if it is dead, and the target will be eaten.
"Aren't they killing each other?" Xia Qingchen thought, according to his many years of experience, the orientation of the bodies of the three people was not like suicide.
Swish
As he studied, a sound of breaking air came from all around.
With a sigh in his heart, he immediately squatted down and looked around, vigilantly, saying: "If it is human, come out, so as not to accidentally injure the innocent!"
Creak--
The fallen leaves stomped lightly, and came from the dense forest on their side.
I saw three figures, each came out from behind the tree.
Headed by a middle-aged man with sparse hair and acne on his right cheek, he dressed very casually, with two scimitars diagonally across his waist.
He folded a bark-colored ninja in his hand, and looked at Xia Qingchen with his eyes: "Alone dare to break into the depths of Hell Gate, huh!"
Xia Qingchen didn't quite understand what he meant by his contemptuous "he".
"Huh, isn't this the famous Xia Qingchen?" A tone that was not yin and yang came suddenly.
Xia Qingchen heard it, and couldn't help being angry and funny.
It is true that the so-called enemy has a narrow road.
It was a young man with a silver coat, a burly body, and a face that was somewhat heroic.
However, he is really not sunshine.
"You are still alive, which is really good luck." Xia Qingchen said deeply.
I am afraid that I still don’t know that the two tomb-keepers of my master have been exposed and fled in fear of sin.
The tombkeeper could not catch the second tombkeeper, but did not interrogate his disciples.
I have to say that the tomb-keeper lived in Linlang Island, and his life was too easy, and his thoughts were a bit simple.
"Bless your blessings, it's hard to die!" Shan Qi lifted his shirt, rolled it up about an inch, and exposed his abdomen.
There was a black scar there, which was shocking.
He was defeated by Xia Qingchen's hand at the beginning, he unwillingly cast a poison needle, was punished by Nan Yuanfeng, and ordered him to come to Hell Gate to spy on intelligence.
During an operation, he was attacked by a monster and almost died.
"You just got naked, and I wouldn't think of you." Xia Qingchen wrote lightly, and didn't care about the wound on his abdomen.
Which of the martial arts cultivators on the mainland has not suffered a vertex injury?
A little bit of the wound healed, is it used to show grievances?
What?
The other warrior smiled untimely, but realized that the atmosphere was not right, stunned and did not smile.
This Xia Qingchen, is it too bad to speak?