The Earth People are so Fierce

Under the gaze of the white-haired ghost full of shock.

The thirty-six thousand pores on Meng Chao's arms spurted out dazzling flames at the same time.

As if two, no, two hundred dragons with their teeth and claws wrapped around his arms at the same time.

When the flames dissipated, two thick and long chains that had been burned to the point of melting had been dragged all the way from the end of his arms to the ground.

Chains wrapped around two heavy war knives.

It seems to be refined from neutron stars, extremely dense cosmic materials.

Not seeing how sharp the blade is.

But like cutting tofu, it cut into the hard ground with ease, until it reached the bottom, only the handle of the knife was still exposed.

No, not only that.

When Meng Chao exploded the cells, the spewing out spiritual energy, along the chains and swords, blasted into the earth continuously.

The rocks hidden in the depths of the earth seemed to be infected, burned, and stirred by his life magnetic field, and melted into surging magma.

Take Meng Chao's feet as the center of the circle.

Within a radius of hundreds of meters, the earth was shaking, roaring, tearing, and soon crisscrossed spider web cracks.

Deep in the cracks, dazzling red awns bloomed, turning into bubbles of thousands of degrees high temperature, containing magma.

Rao is the tyrannical degree of the flesh and blood of the undead.

In the face of the constantly "magmatic" earth, the savage roar a moment ago turned into a trembling whine.

There was an undead creature with the heads of three monsters stitched together. It happened to be in the place where the scarlet cracks were most dense. Accidentally, the horse stumbled, half of its body, and fell into the magma created by Meng Chao.

Its flesh immediately charred.

No matter how the blood striped spore stimulates the cell, it accelerates division and growth, trying to cover and replace the charred area with more, fresher scarlet flesh to touch and membrane.

Large scorched black traces, still like a virus swallowing a virus, continue to spread all over the body of this undead creature.

In just a few seconds, the two heads and three limbs of this undead creature were all dehydrated, split, and disintegrated, turning into countless crispy cinders.

The remaining heads and limbs, under the control of the blood-striped flower cluster, have not really "died", and are still struggling, trying to escape the entanglement of the magma.

But from the underground magma, a red-hot chain suddenly emerged, and it wrapped around the undead creature dozens of times like lightning, forcibly dragging it into the depths of the magma.

Eventually, the undead disappear completely.

There were only a few shrill screams left, which were sealed on the surface of the magma, in the constantly rolling bubbles.

The rest of the undead hesitated.

Although there is no "wisdom" in the narrow sense.

But the most basic primitive instincts of carbon-based creatures still caused them to produce fluctuations similar to "fear".

The crisis management program embedded in the depths of their genes has given them extremely clear and strong instructions-seeing this flaming, torch-like man, he is an existence that they should never provoke, and absolutely cannot afford to provoke!

The undead shrank back.

Meng Chao didn't let them go.

He didn't move his feet and hands.

Just flexing and extending his fingers, he played a symphony representing death on the chain.

The magma from the depths of the earth spurted out from dozens of red-burning cracks, turned into dozens of flaming whips, entangled all the undead, and dragged them into the cracks and magma.

The undead struggled desperately.

The flaming whip penetrated deep into their flesh, slicing their bones and tearing them apart.

The fragmented undead, with the help of the blood pattern mushroom cluster, grew more flagella and tentacles, trying to break into pieces and escape separately.

But Meng Chao's flaming whip also split, like burning roots and branches, catching up again and entangling every piece of wriggling and screaming flesh.

There are also several undead creatures who realize that there is nowhere to escape and they can only fight to the death.

They blasted the monster flesh and blood to the extreme.

On the body that was smashed into mud, it was like a hundred piranhas, opening a **** mouth.

And from the big mouth of the blood basin, thousands of bunches of blood-patterned flower mycelium, like flower buds and nerve clusters, but more sharp and evil, like a dense jungle of sword halberds, stabbed Meng Chao fiercely. .

Meng Chao still didn't dodge or dodge, letting these blood-patterned flower mycelium stab him.

The seemingly unprotected skin has a metallic luster, and the spiritual magnets composed of nano-robots have formed an indestructible line of defense under his skin.

The blood pattern mycelium kicked the iron plate.

Not only did he fail to invade Meng Chao's body.

Instead, it was entangled by the spiritual magnet, cut off and swallowed, and was sealed in a viscous, glue-like liquid metal substance, waiting for Meng Chao to study further.

Wait until Meng Chao has collected enough experimental samples.

He finally reached out and snapped his fingers lightly, ending the "game".

The number of flaming whips from the depths of the cracks suddenly increased by three or five times, wrapping each undead creature as strong as a zongzi, and dragging it into the depths of the magma, without even a half scream, In a series of burning sounds of "chi chi chi, chi chi chi", it turned into green smoke.

Fei Qingyun was right.

This is indeed an Asura hell.

But it was built by Meng Chao, an Asura Hell specially prepared for undead creatures.

Facing the absolute destruction of Meng Chao.

Not even half a blood pattern spore could escape.

However, this is not the end.

Meng Chaodan glanced around.

Those assassins who were hidden in the jungle, dumbfounded, silent, and shivering.

Except for the on-site commander who was suppressed by Meng Chao.

There are also seven elite snipers and four heavenly powerhouses wearing "fire unicorns" still alive.

At least, ignoring the fact that they have been devastated, their flesh and blood are barely alive.

But they were horrified to find that not only every bone and every muscle fiber around them was firmly pulled by this mysterious powerhouse standing in the middle of the magma, whose aura was stronger than that of the white-haired ghost. Repression, unable to move at all.

Moreover, their communicators can only emit "rustle" and "beep beep beep" interference sounds, neither can they communicate with the outside world, nor can they transmit even a single pixel of the incredible picture they see!

Of course, the instructions from the outside world—whether it was asking them to fight to the end or forcibly activating the self-destructing chip in their bodies, were all blocked.

Immediately afterwards, they all saw a flower in front of them, as if they saw hundreds of millions of tons of magma spurting out from the ground, turning into an overwhelming red tide, rolling, roaring, dancing wildly, covering the whole area. The sky also shrouded their entire horizons! (To be continued)