Chapter 1248: Black mist corrosion

If this thing is not afraid of 10,000, it is afraid of it. What if it gets recruited? What should I do at that time? Can my life be saved?
These are all problems!
When facing death, I still have some scruples in my heart. If I don't care about it at all, it is purely bullying!
"What are you afraid of? What are you counseling? This is just Fang Fan's blindfold, so you are counseling?"
"Go up and kill Fang Fan, Ben Shao has a lot of rewards!"
"Who can kill Fang Fan, this young master will directly let him become the inheritance disciple of the Zixiaomen! When I inherit the position of the Zixiaomen in the future, I promise you to be the elder!"
Zhu Hui, the young master of Zixiaomen, urged behind that it was the last moment, can you persuade him?
The cultivators in Zixiaomen looked at each other, although there was still a look of fear on their faces, but under the reward, there must be a brave man... Motivated by this wave of rewards, they also rushed out frantically, faster and faster stand up.
After all, the kind of weird magic that can make people aging and convulsions is not everyone will be recruited, what if you are the lucky child?
What if they could kill Fang Fan in the end? So in the end, aren't these benefits all his?
The existence of fluke psychology can even give each other motivation to a certain extent!
But where do they know, this is just the beginning!
"corrosion!"
"Corrosion: Corrupt the enemies in front of you, turning them into a pool of thick water."
Guan Hai, the commander of the Yellow Turban Taiping Sorcerer Corps, chanted again, and the black mist radiated madly forward. The cultivators of the Zixiaomen were gradually enveloped by the black mist, and the group of cultivators who were charging in front of them who wanted to make merits suddenly The body stagnated, and then the flesh and blood on the body began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye...
It only took about half a minute, and the cultivators of the Purple Cloud Gate who charged in the front row directly turned into a pool of blood...
The blood gradually spread to the surroundings, forming a river of blood.
"That black gas is poisonous!"
"Gosh! It's weird, this...what kind of operation is this!"
"It's terrible! We... can we still charge? Hundreds of people have died before fighting..."
"Huh... If the real sword and the gun were killed, I would recognize it, but... but this one doesn't even know how to die, it's too awkward!"
"That's right! Who can stand this? No! Absolutely not!"
"Why don't we run? This Fang Fan is weird at first, and he blindly attacked him, it can't be paid..."
"Run? Where do you go? The young master is still staring there!"
"Grass! Staring at a chicken feather, why didn't he rush to attack himself? Using us as cannon fodder? It's shameless!"
"That's it, I don't have any shame at all, I'm so embarrassed, I've seen this guy upset!"
"Don't complain, everyone, the young sect master is right, that Fang Fan has countless treasures, so we won't have to worry about taking one of them in this life!"
"Grass! The key is to be able to seize it! Just like this, what do we take?"
"We are crowded... in one go, don't be afraid..."
...
The scene was very chaotic.
Zhu Hui, the young master of Zixiaomen, who was in the back row commanding the battle, looked ugly...
What's so special... The two thousand cultivators haven't rushed there yet!
What do these people do?
One by one, greedy for life and fear of death!
Bastard! Damn it!