: 1196 Talent Cradle

On the river near the pier, the clear river turns red.
Some carnivorous fish are enjoying human flesh at the bottom of the river. Perhaps for them, today is a rare tooth sacrifice.
It seems that the proportion of men and women in Vietnam is once again reduced, because some men will die today.
"Old things, you are the man of the blood curse." Qin Lang did not mind the old guy staring at him with vicious eyes, because Qin Lang did not believe his eyes could kill.
"Mr. Yin, be careful that he will curse you." The voice of Li Dongchen’s warning sounded in Qin Lang’s ear, and the guy finally rushed up.
"Under the curse." Qin Lang did not take it for granted. "The blood curse, what worms and blood curses are used, is the stuff of our poisonous sect. He cursed me. Isn't this a banter?"
The old guy was probably completely irritated by Qin Lang. He used a knife to make a stroke on his own old face, and suddenly the blood flowed down. This old guy’s mouth was full of words, and it seemed that he really began to curse Qin Lang.
"Let him continue to curse."
Qin Lang prevented Li Dongchen from working on this old guy because he wanted to see what the blood curse of this blood curse was. If you want to fully understand the situation, you need to see what the blood curse of this blood curse is. east.
Although Qin Lang did not agree with the blood curse, but did not dare to completely despise, because Wu Minghou was in the blood curse, the result was almost a martial arts all-depleted, dead and upturned.
The old guy was completely in the state, not only the voice became very scared, his eyes and look became very horrible, and it seemed to be a ferocious wizard.
It is a pity that Qin Lang was indifferent under his vicious blood curse and had no reaction at all.
Waiting for the old guy to finish the whole spell, Qin Lang was very disappointed to ask: "Old man, you are sure that you have not missed the spell."
puff.
The old man suddenly spurted out a blood, but it was not qi by Qin Lang, but was smothered by the blood curse. With the toxic body of Qin Lang, whether he is a locust or a poison, it is of no use to Qin Lang. What's more, the man's ability to curse is obviously far less than the man who cursed Wu Minghou at the beginning, so he met Qin Lang, the old man can only directly tragedy.
"Old man, don't think that your bird's blood curse is so powerful, I will let you know what a real blood curse is now." Qin Lang separated his palm and pressed it to the chest of the old man.
Peng.
The strength of Qin Lang’s palm is not very big, but after the old man’s move, he was like a ghost. He frantically pulled open his chest clothes and suddenly saw a black palm print on his chest. As the center, it is faintly visible that black gas began to spread around.
Everyone can feel a decadent scent when they see this black palm print, as if a thousand-year-old zombie had pressed on the chest of the old man.
Decaying poison.
The decaying atmosphere began to spread.
Slowly swallowing the vitality and strength of this old man, until the last bit of life of the old man is squeezed, the decaying venom will decay his body together with the bones.
"How is it possible... How can you control the breath of hell, you, you must be the devil." When the old man looked at Qin Lang again, there was no arrogance in his eyes, only deep fear.
Fearful.
As a member of the Blood Mantra, this old man certainly knows what it is. The blood curse of the blood curse is the rotten smell from hell, and it takes a price to pay for blood and even life. But in front of this kid, you can release the hellish decay of the hand, and the decaying scent released is stronger than anyone else in the blood curse. This is totally unreasonable, unless the kid is the devil from hell.
"Yes, old man, I am the devil, hehe..."
Qin Lang laughed loudly. When he laughed, his body had a red-red flame like a blood-colored lotus flower. This flame had a more violent and horrible atmosphere.
"This is... the breath of hell!... God, you are a devil, a devil."
The old man has completely collapsed, and the whole person has fallen to the ground, and his mouth is constantly reading the "devil."
Li Dongchen is also a blank face.
The rest of the people, whether they were Li or the other person, were shocked by the horror of Qin Lang, and these people were stunned to the ground.
Qin Lang realized that he might pretend to be overpowered. After all, his current status is not a poisonous patriarch, so he quickly collected the red lotus fire and told Li Dongchen: "The lesson for them is enough. Let's go, go Do something right."
Li Dongchen mechanically nodded, and there is no need to kill the remaining enemies, because he knows that Qin Lang has completely shocked these people. The title of the devil can not be said casually in Vietnam, because many people here are Religious, this spiritual and spiritual deterrent is far stronger than bullets and murder deterrence.
The next voyage, calm and calm, the boat directly into the Duron Peninsula.
The current Duron Peninsula is completely different from what Qinlang saw. The entire island has built a wall of more than ten meters high, and there are several meters of high-voltage electric wire mesh on the wall, and there are many cameras without dead ends. The ground monitors the movement around the island.
In addition to the high walls and steel mesh, Qin Lang first saw a watchtower, but it was a black watchtower, giving a sense of solemnity and death.
Of course, this is not the place of death. Here is the "cradle of talent" of the poison.
After entering the gate, the whole base began to appear in front of Qin Lang: everything is prepared for training, so all the buildings here are prepared for death training, without any enjoyment facilities, but basic accommodation, Food and medical care are prepared. Apart from these, there are only desperate walls and gods.
The elite of the poisonous sect has the right to choose whether to enter the special training here, but once you choose to enter here, you are not allowed to quit. The person who quits halfway has his own, that is, the dead.
The entire Duron Peninsula is filled with the atmosphere of cruelty and despair, but at the same time there is a breath of blood and fire. Although it is full of cruelty and despair, as long as the people who can pass the training can be reborn, they never imagined before. the power of.
Duan Changye was shocked by the training base like Shurachang here. He whispered to Qin Lang: "Mr. Yin... This is the place where your sects train the gatekeeper. This is really shocking, even if it is my martial arts. The strength of the mysterious level, if you participate in training, can't guarantee that you can live out from here."
"People who can stimulate their potential and survive in despair are the talents we need. Otherwise, it is just a fool, not to mention that this is their own choice." Qin Langdao, "Mr. Duan, you are with I am coming, there is something for you to see."