Chapter 1411 Whoever Is Worse than Me Deserves to Die

Mu Fan, who was running around like a ghost, was not affected by the night of the ruins at all.

Whether it's his body or the armored dragonrider in a state filled with psionic energy, they are immune to the extreme cold.

And in the dark night, he has a stronger fighting power.

Therefore, Mu Fan at this time is the moment when he has the strongest fighting power!

The scar on his wrist had begun to heal slowly, and that itchy feeling began to emerge. Mu Fan looked at the thick night, but what flashed through his mind was the terrifying scene of black and red spreading upwards.

The appearance of the puppet "Lin Wu" was completely beyond his expectation, which meant that another powerful force that had never appeared before intervened in the ruins.

It's just, the other party...why did he encounter a backlash when he was about to infuse blood into his body?

Is it your own blood?

His own blood has natural restraint on the puppet body?

Regardless of the opponent's physical strength, as long as one's own blood enters the opponent's body, it will act like a strong acid.

This is enough to subvert everyone's cognition.

"So, I'd better find a second... Lin Wu."

Mu Fan's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Find the other party, ask the other party's origin, and continue to search for your own life experience information!

And in this ruin, the way to find the other party is very simple...

Mu Fan looked down at Ni Lin in his hand.

The warm feeling constantly guides him in a direction.

Except for him, everyone entered the ruins just for the treasure.

"Eventually people converge on the place where the ancient relics are buried."

Clenching his palms tightly, Mu Fan walked swiftly in the cold night like a shadow.

...

...

"Arkner is dead."

The two men in suits who were walking towards the golden light beam had a meal at the same time.

There were five shimmering gemstones on their wrists, and one of them quietly went out at this moment.

"Here, how could Ankerner die?"

"He is 100% parasitic. Among the five of us who entered the ruins, his strength is the strongest!"

The two talked in weird tones, and the suit was covered with a thin layer of thin ice, and they walked forward while talking.

This unabashed dialogue is especially evident in the wilderness.

In the golden beam of light ahead, several figures have stood up and looked at the outside world warily.

"The territory here has been taken, get out of here."

A burly man looked at the two with a gloomy expression, holding a 50 cm long heavy-duty shotgun in his hand, which was an extremely rare three-hole shotgun.

Behind him, two thin men stood up, one holding a sniper rifle, and the other holding a wolf-toothed saber.

The two people who were talking stopped.

They looked into the beam of light with rather strange eyes, and there was pity in those eyes.

"Of course we know it's occupied."

"That's why we came here."

The necks of the two twisted and twisted, and the posture of speaking looked extremely stiff. If you look closely, they look like puppets, which makes people feel hairy.

"court death."

The man with a fleshy face spit out two words and shook his wrist.

boom!

A burst of intense flames bloomed.

A figure sank into the mud with both feet and slid three meters sideways.

The hands folded together in front of the face were slowly lowered, revealing the rigid face that looked like a corpse.

"It's powerful."

A strange tone came out.

The big man was horrified. He saw that the area where the shotguns were most concentrated was blocked by the man with both hands. The honeycombed part of the man's body began to gush out yellow juice at this moment, and then healed little by little.

"You, what kind of monster are you?"

The big man backed away in fear.

"You hurt me."

The man in the suit frowned and said, looking at the big man, raised his arms...

Pierce the opponent's chest in an instant!

The big man only felt that the opponent's arm seemed to be very cold, without any warmth at all.

Is it too cold in the night...

With the rapid loss of blood, the big man's consciousness fell into boundless darkness, and he hung his head and died in a slump.

boom!

The man in the suit penetrated the right arm of the big man and was instantly interrupted.

The body of the big man fell to the ground.

The man in the suit also saw the figure hiding behind the rock, and a sniper rifle that he had just retracted.

The man in the suit with the broken arm looked at the broken arm on the ground, and said in a strange tone: "Selalil, I'll leave it to you."

"Hey."

The second man in the suit grinned with a hard and ugly smile, looking at the stone over there.

In an instant, there was a wave of earth in the original earthquake, and he punched it away.

boom!

The rubble flew, and the arm pierced through the stone.

There was a sound of bone cracking behind the stone, followed by a figure flying backwards.

The sniper rifle in the mercenary's hand had already been bent, and a deep fist mark appeared on his chest.

This punch directly shattered the aorta of his heart.

The mercenary spit blood out of his mouth, his eyes popped out, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

puff!

A blade pierced Seralil's abdominal cavity.

The second man in a suit looked down at the half blade protruding from his ribs...

Hey!

In the tooth-piercing voice, the wolf-toothed saber was pulled out suddenly.

Almost half of Seralier's abdominal cavity was cut open.

The mercenary with the knife grinned a grim smile.

However, the smile suddenly froze on his face.

The man in the suit with half of his abdominal cavity cut open turned his head, showing a weird smile, countless yellow juices gushed out from the wound, intertwined into a net and folded back.

ah?

The mercenary was absent for a moment.

There was a crisp snapping sound, and the scarlet tongue popped out of the opponent's mouth like a stabbing gun.

Puff.

The tongue instantly sank into the mercenary's left eye, and a huge blood hole burst open in the back of his head.

Tongue retracted, Seralil licked the corner of his mouth, and glanced at his companion.

"The hunt is complete."

"There's the box."

"Before that, eat first to repair the body."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The creaking sound began to rise.

Two men in suits were lying on the ground, under their feet...

A bloody mess.

They didn't choose to be completely parasitic, and their abilities were naturally lower, but no matter how low they were, these low-level creatures could not master them.

The bodies of these three people were their rations.

At the foot of the rock, a dilapidated wooden box was quietly placed.

...

"Brother, this geoduck is out of position and wants to besiege me, Derma."

"Bigorang, you deserve to die."

A panting young man wearing tactical glasses climbed up the hillside, and a trembling voice came out.

"It's finally here, I'm almost freezing to death."

A wisp of white hair lay mischievously on top of his head, and the young man cupped his hands and breathed with tears in his eyes. He was obviously Young Master Yin who was randomly teleported to nowhere.

"Mu Fan, Fatty, Xiao Xi, where the hell have you all gone? Brother, you've been running very hard."

The moment the light bathed the body, the frost on the body quickly melted, and the familiar warmth returned to the body.

Bai Mao leaned against the stone, tore open a piece of compressed biscuit, and started to gobble it up with water.

Running all the way is really exhausting.

Creak, creak.

There were rustling sounds, as if mice were eating food.