Vol 2 Chapter 3951: massacre

The first thing that comes to mind for these races is that some people use the cubs to make birth and use the black fog.
It is said that the birth of the cub is a conspiracy, but the induction is not wrong, because there is indeed a race born here.
The black fog is more turbulent and the attacks are more frequent.
Anhe and Mo Ming are also very embarrassed, all kinds of props are taken out to defend against attacks, and other souls are less and less under such attacks.
It’s a matter of time before the whole army is over.
With the help of props, Anhe and Mo Ming were also very bad. Everyone was caught in the middle of it.
Ning Shu closes his eyes, vents his mind, and tries to use his mental power to check the situation.
Although black fog will devour mental energy, it takes time to swallow, which is very much considering the flexibility of mental power.
Most of the mental energy that Ningshu released was swallowed up, and he could only release his mental strength again and again.
After the hardening of the black mist, the mental power becomes a little solid, at least around the mountains, you can see clearly what is going on.
Around the mountains, there is a shining luster in the black mist, and the luster is like a sword, and it hits the mountain.
Some people are hiding in the dark fog, using black fog as a tool to attack the people present.
It’s really a passive beating.
It’s very annoying, it’s a place to eat, and it’s so troublesome to eat.
The black mist raged, but soon the black mist began to disperse, forming a small group of small groups, with light shining into the canyon, people who were covered by black mist were suddenly illuminated by glare, and they all reflected reflexively. Rubbing your eyes.
Without the black fog, Ningshu’s sensory mentality has no obstructions, and he climbed out of the ears of the mountains and looked at the air.
In the air, the thick black mist turned into a ball, and countless groups of black fog swelled and squirmed, and there seemed to be something inside.
Anyway, it gives people a feeling of disgusting.
Sure enough, I saw the disgusting expression on the face of the void in this scene.
Originally came to eat, but the appearance of things is very affecting appetite.
This kind of creeping thing is still black lacquered, it really makes people have no appetite.
Without the dark fog, everyone's situation is clear. Many people have injuries on their bodies, and there are scratches on their faces, as if they were cut by something.
Ning Shu thought of the flash of light in the dark fog, the kind of light is attacked.
In the air, the black mist is still creeping, slowly extending, stretching, forming a personal appearance.
This creature is completely foggy, has no entity, and has no facial features.
The smog-like creature is completely a human form with a slender body.
Obviously, it is not a cub.
Ning Shu: ...
Hehe, the people present are all overturned. This time, the birth is not a cub, and there is no physical body.
Ning Shu guessed that even if he broke it with a weapon, he would open it. I am afraid that it will have no effect on the smoke and can be re-aggregated.
Lying in the trough, this physique is really too invincible.
Weapons are useless to this physique, and the smog is blasted at most, but the smog can reunite.
It is a bit like Zhengqing's state, but Zhengqing is too weak.
"Not a cub, it is a race."

Directly grown up?

"Grass, and disgusting is a state of adulthood, white once."
Ning Shu thinks that the void is not always used to these races, and has long since extinct too many new born races.
It is now sanctioned.
These smoky creatures, in their hands, slowly turned out a black sickle, a 7-shaped sickle.
The sickle means harvesting and dying. Ning Shu feels that this thing is not finished. Today, the race here is afraid that it will not go away.
There are a lot of races coming, but not all of them come. For the sake of the void, ethnic attrition is a big loss.
After all, everyone does not love to breed.
Ning Shu fangs, feeling a little sad reminder.
How did you just happen to reverse the situation? The era when the cubs were swallowed is estimated to have passed.
The misty creatures holding the sickles disappeared instantly, and that was the speed that even the mental power could not capture. They appeared in the fog behind the people present.
The sickle rested on the neck. When the person had not reacted, the sickle was cut and the entire head was cut.
Even if it is a void, losing important parts will not die immediately, but it will make the strength not play.
A misty creature floats behind everyone, like a of death harvesting life.
Ning Shu touched her neck in shock, feeling very cold, a sickle resting on her neck, the coolness of the sickle and the cold killing, so that she was all over the goose bumps.
The danger made her tremble with control, and her death lingering in her own destiny, waiting for death.
Ning Shu did not hesitate to grab the sickle. If his head was cut, it must be a dog.
The sickle moved to the neck with great strength, Ningshu grasped the sickle, and the blood flowed out from the blade and the knuckles.
With all the strength, Ning Shu gradually mastered the initiative, at least not let the sickle cut his head.
The mountain stretched out a huge hand and shot it toward the black fog on the shoulder. I hope that this will save Ningshu.
The black mist disappeared in an instant, and the sickle disappeared, and the mountain had to stop its own hands and avoid taking Ningshu.
For a moment, the black fog appeared again behind Ningshu, and the speed was so fast that there was no reaction time. Ningshu turned to the black fog and was a fist.
The black fog was broken up by Ning Shu’s fist, but it quickly re-aggregated and quickly changed its position.
Ningshu's naked eye and mental strength are no way to capture such speed.
Suddenly the shoulder was hooked, the sickle plunged into the shoulder, and Ning Shu was directly dragged away, and was dragged away like a prey.
The mountains reach out to catch Ningshu, but the speed of the black fog is what the mountains can catch.
Ning Shu grabbed the sickle, and the deep sickness of the sickle seemed to be poisonous, and the black poison spread along the wound.
Ning Shu is not good, other races are the same, facing unknown races, and the speed is so fast, physical attacks are useless.
I couldn't find a countermeasure for a while. I was not cut off my arms and legs, or I was cut off my neck and sprayed with different colors of blood.
This is a scene of massacres and a unilateral massacre.
Just like the ethnicity of the cubs before, Ning Shu is hard-pressed, I have not eaten other races, and have not swallowed the cubs.
This time it came just for a little energy. The mountains and she didn't even think about swallowing the baby.
It’s bad luck to drink water, and it’s probably a void.
It can be said that the presence of the void in the field is innocent.
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