Gradually, the blood that kept gushing out from all over the world finally began to decrease and become thinner. However, even with so much black blood, the two big words still had a small amount of time that could not be completed.

Seeing this, Old Mu couldn't help but twitch, "It's really a bit inadequate."

He turned around and looked at his subordinates, and suddenly a strange curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, and sighed: "Although I'm sorry, I can only do this."

Everyone was stunned. Before they could react to what Old Mu was pointing to, they saw that he had already touched the back of his robotic arm quickly, as if some switch had been turned on. A special frequency of sound wave suddenly released from somewhere in the robotic arm!

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The sound waves spread and easily passed by the crowd.

The sound waves rang out for a short time, but disappeared in less than ten seconds. Just as everyone was surprised and wondering what had happened, one of the gods who belonged to the cemetery fell down without saying a word.

Others turned their heads and saw that they were frightened and seemed to be countless black bugs squirming on their exposed skin, which looked very nauseous and nauseous!

Before he could even squat down and take the healing potion to the man, he lost his breath in pain. Then his flesh and blood "melt" in a terrible way. Black and red blood flowed out from where his original corpse was, merged with other black blood on the ground, and headed towards the two big words in front of Old Mu.

And this person's situation is just the beginning

Just like the Dogunomi brand, people kept falling down suddenly, and the flesh and blood turned into corpse water. The black blood flowed out made the ocean of blood even bigger!

And these people are all gods of the cemetery they belong to.

"Wait" Suddenly, a famous man with a look of fear that the gods from the cemetery appeared, and shouted in surprise, "It seems that all these guys have been enhanced by Mr. Mu?"

"It seems that this is really the case." Another person also appeared. He couldn't help swallowing his spit and looked at Old Mu with a cold face.

It's terrible to think about it carefully.

Among them, Dong Li, Zhou Tianming, Xinhong Pavilion and Min Hongjie are fine. They have been elevated to this level purely through their own efforts. Although Mr. Mu once mentioned helping to pull out potential, they all refused because they wanted to make progress through their own efforts.

When no one fell down, there were only scattered subordinates who were less than ten who were poor.

I recalled the scenes of hundreds of people at the beginning, each of whom was purified at level 5 or above, and even had many experts at level 1. Compared with this scene now, I couldn't bear to look at it.

However, thanks to the sacrifice of these people, the large pool of black blood on the ground once again filled a new force. The originally stagnant progress slowly began to move forward again, and the big words on the ground were filled with blood bit by bit.

Dong Li changed his face when he saw his subordinates fall down and turn into a pool of black blood. He turned his head and looked at Old Mu, and stopped talking: "Old Mu, are you?"

He was a little unable to believe his guess.

"That's right" Mr. Mu closed his eyes and opened it again after a while. His black and white eyes were full of indifference: "The saying of pulling out potential has been deceived from the beginning. The improvement of these people's strength is actually at the cost of all their potential and lifespan, and once I want to take it back, it will take everything from the host away like now."

It seemed that he felt that at this point he could no longer hide it, so Mr. Mu opened his mouth to explain.

His tone was so plain, as if he was telling something that had nothing to do with him, and the dead were not his men who had worked hard to cultivate.

Dong Li was silent for a while and asked in a trembling voice: "Why do you do this? The cemetery is your hard work! If these people die, the cemetery is equivalent to being dead in name only!"

Behind the reflective glasses are eyes with deep heartache and deep doubt.

He couldn't understand the reason why Mr. Mu did this. This was completely destroying the organization he built himself and his own efforts!

At the same time, he was also the efforts of the cemetery, Xinhong Pavilion and Min Hongjie who joined the cemetery at the beginning.

Although Mr. Mu, as the founder of the cemetery, has core leadership significance, the existence of the three of them has also made great contributions. They also have deep feelings for the cemetery. Some of the subordinates who have just turned into black blood are their confidants cultivated by themselves. Now that they are dead, how can they not feel heartbroken?

"Why?" Old Mu smiled faintly and said ruthless words: "Yes, I haven't told you that the existence of the cemetery is actually for the present moment."

"What?!"

Dong Li took a few steps back, keeping calm and calm, and a look of incredible expression appeared last time.

The others in the cemetery also looked like they were hit hard, looking at Mr. Mu with incredible eyes, unable to believe what he had heard.

"Sorry, I know it's hard to accept, but this is the fact. I founded the cemetery for this moment of burial, and this is also the origin of its name." Old Mu said again and cut off the hearts of these people.

Dong Li was silent.

He stood there and looked at the old man in front of him, his pupils constantly shrinking, and his mind and beliefs were violently shaken at this moment.

No matter how firm a person is, he will be shaken when he sees that the person he has always respected is such a person.

Just as they were doing these few words, the two big words were finally completely filled with blood.

In an instant, everyone in the field heard a blow suddenly and resounded throughout the space!

The air stagnated, and the next moment it seemed to be stirred up by an invisible hand. The whistle whistled across the garden, lifting up the clothes and heads of everyone in the venue, making a whirring sound!

Immediately afterwards, the blood in the big word suddenly began to rotate quickly, and finally formed a terrifying blood-colored vortex, which kept hovering on the ground, extremely fast, but strangely, no drop of blood was thrown out, and a ball of heart-wrenching black was formed in the center!

"Very good, very good!" Old Mu looked at the scene happily, and it took him a while to calm down.

"It's time," he murmured in a low voice, slowly taking out a small rod-like object from his arms. The rod body was engraved with patterns like ghost paintings, and a faint blue light radiated in the cracks, full of unique beauty.

"go!"

Old Mu stroked it gently, then shouted loudly, and threw it above his head. The stick was spinning and dancing in the air with a brilliant blue light and shadow, and finally stopped suddenly in the air!

Puff.

The front end of the rod slowly unfolded, and a blue light column about the size of a fist of a three-year-old child was projected out, forming a blue light curtain of 100 meters in diameter five meters away in front!

Everyone in the field raised their heads and stared at the shocking scene blankly. However, a beast roar suddenly came from behind the light curtain, which changed everyone's faces!

"Woooooooooooooooooooo!"

This voice is so familiar to every God-given person who has experienced many battles.

Mingbeast's roar! To be continued.
Chapter completed!