Chapter 210, variants, bronze face mask people

Quietly standing at the top of the roof, looking around, still the scarlet air light, and the ghosts and ghosts that were hidden in the distance, the surrounding is terrible.
As time went by, a strange thing happened.
I don't know why, Ding Hao's heart suddenly faintly raised a kind of inexplicable irritability, killing and transpiration.
"What happened? I have never encountered this before."
Ding Hao's operation of ice and snow, meditation, and distracting thoughts, was a little better.
However, after a while, the irritating meaning appeared in Ding Hao's mind, and suddenly he became extremely bloodthirsty. He couldn't help but have the urge to pull the sword down to the inn to kill him.
"How could this be?"
Ding Hao has determined that it should not be just his own problem.
Because of the soon, there was a fight in the inn.
When Ding Hao rushed over, a battle was over. A scattered warrior corpse was on the spot and died of his most trusted companion. It was only because of a few words that the two sides fought and caused a tragedy.
"Why is this happening? I never thought about killing him. He is my best friend... but... I just couldn’t help myself... what the is going on?"
The murderer's hands were stained with blood, trembling and squatting in the pool of blood on the ground, and his fear was not like disguise.
When the people still had something to say in the future, they heard a sudden scream of madness and grabbed the blood sword on the ground. The backhand did not hesitate to insert into his chest. The mouth spurted blood and actually committed suicide.
This scene made everyone stunned.
A horrible atmosphere is unstoppable in the hearts of all.
Because this is too abnormal.
Moreover, everyone feels a kind of more and more difficult to suppress, wants to pull the sword to kill, want to see the blood, want to hear the screams and mourning, a touch of blood, gradually spread from the eyes of everyone Come……
"The body? How did the body disappear?" A screaming scream spurred the eardrums of everyone.
The crowd suddenly discovered that the body of the first deadly corpse was suddenly disappeared without knowing when it was, as if it had melted into the air. Only weapons and clothes remained on the ground. on.
Ding Hao's hole shrinks.
This is exactly the same as the scene that happened after the death of more than a dozen Xingzong disciples, and the body disappeared silently.
Moreover, this time it was even more bizarre, and it was unexpectedly disappeared under the crowd of so many people.
"Look, this body is melting..."
Someone suddenly pointed at the body of the suicide, and everyone looked at it and only felt creepy.
It turned out that the bluestone floor was shimmering with a vine-like red-red light, and it passed silently on the body, and then the skin, flesh and bones of the deceased, like melted thin ice, bit by bit Infiltrated into the cracks of the bluestone ground, only a blink of an eye, only the clothing and weapons left.
With the disappearance of the two bodies, there was blood that had flowed on the ground before.
Everyone only felt that a cold bone had risen from the tail vertebrae to the Tianling cover. This scene was too strange and terrible. The ground seemed to be a bloodthirsty monster, silently swallowing the body and blood of the dead, and the reddish red. Gloom...
"Hahaha, humble ants, use your low-lying life and sweet blood to please me!"
The sound of the horrible horror of the past, this moment began to emerge in the minds of everyone.
This embarrassing, absolutely not so simple on the surface, seems to be deliberately inspiring people to kill each other and absorb the power of the body and blood. This situation reminds everyone of the legendary blood sacrifice, relying on the flesh and blood of the dead, To achieve certain conditions and achieve some kind of evil power.
at this time--
"Hey!"
A night of sinister laughter, horrible, came from outside.
"Who?" Ding Hao first responded, and his body shape changed, and it turned into a smoky smoke.
Others have reacted to each other, and they have rushed out of the gate like the arrow of the string.
......
Ding Hao just rushed out of the inn's door, facing a red-colored red flame, with a burning heat, like a giant scorpion, ruthlessly strangled.
"Who is pretending to be a ghost? Give me out!" Ding Hao did not evade and slammed out.
In the whistling sound of the wind, his fist came out halfway. The whole man’s right fist was above his right arm. He was covered with crystal silver ice crystals. The tiny pieces of ice were spread like ice storms, and he waited for his fist. When it was completely blasted, a light column composed of silver finely divided ice crystals formed the shape of a transparent fist and burst out.
Bang!
Red flame splashes, ice fluttering.
Surrounded by a mess.
On the opposite roof, among the scarlet glimmers, a slender figure stands proudly.
He wore a snow-white robes, no wind and drums, and his long hair seemed to be a burning flame, and it was like a swimming blood, wearing a bronze face mask on his face, like laughing and laughing. Cry and cry, there is no stranger to say, standing quietly, like a ghost in the darkness.
At the same time, other people in the inn have already rushed out.
"Who are you?" Ding Hao squatted around the silver ice crystal snow, stimulating the snow and snow.
He did not dare to have the slightest intention. Just a move, let Ding Hao know that this person is definitely an enemy.
"You, who is Ding Hao?" It was like the sound that floated out of the ground, passed from under the bronze face mask, adding a bit of sinister fear.
"I am." Ding Hao slowly approached.
"Oh... then I am, the one who killed you!"
The voice has not fallen.
The bronze face mask was swung in shape, and lightning flashed in front of Ding Hao.
He fluttered with a palm of his hand, and the entire palm of his hand was shrouded in a red flame, and the burning and burning void of the smoldering sighed with relief.
Ding Hao's face is unchanged, and he also hits a palm.
This palm is the force that ignited the mysterious frost. The palm of the hand is covered with ice crystals, and the silvery white ice is lingering with a bitter chill.
boom!
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