But the bloodless, unreasonable cripples who were not protected by bhikkhunis were not so lucky. A massive ocean of blood rushed into the bowl, drowning and devouring everything in the hallway. The followers of Gutong and the Daughters of Yo of the Huan tribe were not immune from this disaster.
The angry girl seemed to be losing control of herself.
Everyone's hearts trembled as they watched the torrent of blood engulf everything. Li Jia’an looked at the b in Xin Junmao’s hand in shock. He didn't expect Xin Junmao to have such a powerful contraband, and this phantom bhikkuni didn't seem to be as evil as other contrabands.
But the thought that the b is not bad did not last more than a few seconds. Li Jiang soon realized that the benevolent nun had deliberately closed the invisible barrier and they were about to be eliminated, as if she only wanted to protect Xin Junmao. Ta. It is outside the scope of protection.
Xin Junmao also discovered this and immediately said: "Hurry up and get away from me, or you'll all die here."
With no other option, the three had no choice but to run away with Xin Junmao.
In this bloodless world where east, west, and north cannot be distinguished, He Jian and the others ran extremely fast, their hearts racing, and were as nervous as when they were in the field. At that time, their emotions were frightened not only by the speed of life and death, but also by the fact that they had been placed in such a situation. In such an environment, there is no ability to discern direction. If they make the same mistake, they will die.
However, He Jianda was surprised to see that Xin Junmao, who was leading the way, not only never hit the wall in such an environment, but also seemed to be able to see other obstacles. Reminder sound.
Xin Junmao himself was unconscious and did not notice anything unusual, but He Jiang and the others noticed it.
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