Chapter 290: a world like hell

Just they went in and out several times in the white fog, is it a secret recipe?

"Which secret method, they did not have any spiritual fluctuations after entering the white fog, which is clearly a sign that they are absorbed by the white mist."
"Hey, this group of stupid ~ forced ~, must have thought that if you cultivated it to a high level, you will be able to get through the white fog. If so, we only need to wait here to do the benefits of fishing."
"The repairs of the group are so high, the means are so hot, in case..."
"If there is anything, even if it is higher and higher, there is no spiritual power. It is not an ordinary person. The more treasures they have, the more benefits we can get."
"Hey, dare to fight against our Murong family. I will let the masked stinky boy know that I will offend my Murong family!"
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In the misty white mist, with the coldness of the cold and cold.
There is no spiritual power, no cultivation, and a little bit of physical and health loss. This is the world like hell.
However, it is more terror than gradual death. It is hidden in the invisible fog and sudden killing.
"Ah-!! Forgive me! I beg you to spare me, my magic weapon can be given to you!"
The screams and praying voices screamed in the thick fog.
But the ones who responded to them were the rough and excited laughter of the men: "There are just two more magic weapons for you, but killing you, magic weapons and women are all ours. You said, if you are going to choose ?"
The seven or eight men were stout and tall, with black scarves on their faces. The headed man looked at the young girl in the crowd and gave off a sinister, greedy and greedy light.
"We are the disciples of Tianxia Guoqingxiamen. You dare to do it to us. My teacher will never let you go!"
The masked man was laughing and laughing: "Qingxia Gate will not let us go, it depends on whether you can escape from here!"
"As long as you die silently and here, when the body becomes a bone, no one will discover your existence."
The faces of the five warriors who were surrounded were all looking terrified and desperate.
In this white mist, the spiritual power of the warriors disappeared, and the weak body and ordinary people were even more vulnerable.
The rough men in front of them are still outside in the early days of the meditation, and they are not worthy of the shoes of the Qingxiamen. But now, they have become the butchers who killed them.
The masked man who was headed laughed and waved his hand: "Brothers, give it to me, except for the pretty lady, everyone else gave me a giant hammer to smash their heads."
When the voice just fell, a few people screamed and rushed up.
No one has a huge weapon in his hand, some are giant hammers, some are big knives, and even a giant axe weighing a few hundred pounds.
These fundamentally unimportant weapons, which are heavy in the eyes of ordinary people, are swayed like toys in their hands.
Without a moment of effort, the four young warriors have been smashed into the body one by one, screaming and falling to the ground.
The most terrifying thing is that there is a huge axe from head to toe, and the blood of the internal organs is flowing. The scene is extremely and terrifying.
The only remaining girl screamed, her voice filled with fear and despair.
The masked sweat of the head stepped forward and picked her up. Haha laughed: "Brothers, I don’t see you, so the skinny and tender meats of the mothers, or the repairs of the late veins, or the bulky people. Elite children, have you tasted such a delicious taste before?"