NOVEL NEXT Chapter 262 Who taught you?
Chapter 262 Who taught you?
As the source of all chaos, the potholed roads in the town have long been buried with dark traces of blood and unknown parts of human body parts.
Walking on the ground is like stepping into a pile of soft flesh, making a squeaking sound.
The only half of the man's pale face squirmed slightly in the sun.
Qin Mo stood at the door of the orphanage, staring ahead at the only pure land in the hell map.
The big iron door has experienced decades of wind and rain, and has become mottled, worn, and crumbling.
Touches of shocking bloody palm prints covered the surface of the iron gate, which was the last desperate struggle of people before their death.
Now that the blood has dried, it has condensed into strange patterns one after another.
Not only the main entrance, but also the old walls of the orphanage are covered with such horrific traces.
Tens of thousands of corpses surrounded the center of the orphanage.
They screamed and wailed, and their fingernails scraped against the walls and iron doors, making a tooth-breaking crunching sound.
What's strange is that, no matter how shaky the iron door looks, as if it will fall to the ground with a bang the next moment, it still stands there, protecting the only survivor in this small town.
Qin Mo came over after seeing this.
The blood evil he cultivated has the same origin as the corpse tide, and has a higher standard.
Although these low-level zombies have no self-awareness, they still make way according to their instincts.
As he set foot on this road paved with broken limbs and pieces of flesh, a heartfelt smile appeared on the man's face.
What a wonderful experience this is...
This world will be rewritten by me...
Qin Mo opened his arms intoxicatedly and made a hugging gesture.
The corners of his pale mouth slowly raised, immersed in the masterpiece he had created with his own hands.
It's just a pity that the audience for this masterpiece is far from enough...
Thinking of this, the man broke away from his intoxication and regained some consciousness.
So...why on earth has this dilapidated orphanage in front of me been able to survive until now?
Qin Mo's staring eyes met a girl standing quietly through the gap in the iron door.
She seemed startled, then turned and left.
Are you afraid?
A thought flashed through Qin Mo's mind and he frowned again.
Because the girl's quiet look really didn't look like the reaction a mortal should have when faced with this situation.
He frowned, took a step forward, and placed his hand on the iron door.
It feels slightly cold and rough, and at first glance, it seems to be no different from an ordinary iron door.
However, as a practitioner, Qin Mo could naturally feel the inner mystery of Iron Gate.
There were faint fluctuations of spiritual power coming from his hands.
Qin Mo's face showed some understanding.
This was consistent with his previous guesses.
After all, there are no high-tech gadgets in sight, so only fellow practitioners can do such magical things.
"Formation..."
The man murmured, his eyes flashing.
No wonder when he first saw this sign, he felt it looked very familiar.
It turns out that this is where that idiot Zhang Asi overturned his car before!
Qin Mo's mentality inevitably changed.
At first, he just wanted to come over and take a look. It would be best if he could break the door, but it wouldn't hurt if he couldn't.
After all, the real layout is in the twelve cities with large populations.
But after knowing that this was the place where Zhang Asi overturned his car, he instantly changed his mind.
He, Qin Mo, had really decided on this door!
What you Zhang Asi can't do, I, Qin Mo, can do!
As disciples of the Blood Evil Sect, isn't it obvious at a glance who is stronger and who is weaker?
A thought made the man stop preparing to leave.
He activated his technique, and blood-red threads overflowed from his fingertips, and then attacked the waves of corpses wandering around him.
A steady stream of blood evil gathered on Qin Mo in this way.
<divclass="contentadv">Although it was only temporary, this unprecedented spiritual power still made him take a deep breath, and his expression flashed with intoxication.
The next moment, the pale palm pressed the iron door again.
The monstrous blood surged in the palm of his hand, launching wave after wave of ferocious impacts against the formation on the iron gate.
Qin Mo actually has a lot of research on the battle method.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to do such a big thing under the official nose.
Of course he knew that the formation-breaking technique he was currently using was the most energy-consuming and thankless one.
But now that he is extremely swollen, he just wants to defeat him from the front and use the most primitive and brutal way to express his heart's contentment!
After enduring it for so long, once he succeeds, shouldn't he be allowed to be a little arrogant?
But even so, Qin Mo was still a little scared.
Because the exquisite formation in front of him really left him speechless.
Fortunately, the people who set up the formation were probably suffering from a lack of materials, so they chose local materials for the formation, such as this mottled iron door, the old courtyard wall, etc.
This is where Qin Mo's confidence lies in daring to break the formation.
After all, it’s hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. With these rags and rags, which can’t even be called materials at all, what else can you do to make a living?
According to the current progress, in half an hour at most, he will be able to break through the formation!
At that time...
Thinking of the girl he had glanced at just now, Qin Mo's face showed cruelty.
……
……
at the same time.
The boy walking on the national highway finally quickened his pace.
He looked normal, not in a hurry.
Because long before he left Qingshi, he had set up a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one layers of magic circles in the orphanage.
The magic circle is endless and complementary to each other, which is enough to deal with most crises in this world.
Even if someone has the means to break the formation, he must first peel it off like an onion, layer by layer, before finally reaching the core.
And even if he did it, what was waiting for him was the seven sword energies that Chen An left on the girl.
Every sword qi, although he was forced to re-cultivate at that time, had no choice but to practice qi.
But that was also the sword energy left by the former Mahayana immortal.
The monks in this world have absolutely no power to contend.
Therefore, Chen An was not too worried about Chen Xi's safety.
The young man's fluttering plain clothes suddenly stopped.
He casually took out his cell phone from his pocket and opened the letter.
Then Chen An couldn't help but be startled.
Because the phone was trembling, it turned out to be a friend request from a girl wearing an anime 2D head.
After returning to the living world, he rarely used his mobile phone, and naturally there were even fewer people who knew his contact information.
The application notes are very concise, just three words.
"It's sister."
The only person who would call Chen An like this is the girl with a cold face all year round.
So Chen An clicked to accept, and while rushing on his way, he casually sent a message.
"Who taught you this?"
he asks.
No reply came for a long time.
After waiting for about two or three minutes, the anime girl's head started to beat.
But the answer is wrong.
"I miss you."
Such a short three words, she seemed to have been typing for a long time behind the phone screen.