On the surface of the river near the pier, the clear river water had turned red.
Some carnivorous fish were feasting on human flesh at the bottom of the river. Perhaps for them, today was a rare feast for their teeth.
It seemed that the ratio of men to women in the Yue Country would decrease again, because some men would die today.
"Old thing, are you from the Blood Curse Sect?" Qin Lang did not mind the old man's vicious eyes staring at him, because Qin Lang did not believe that his eyes could kill.
"Mr. Yin, be careful, he has cursed you!" Lai Dongchen's warning voice rang in Qin Lang's ears, this guy had finally caught up.
"Curse?" Qin Lang said disapprovingly, "Blood Curse Sect, what Gu Insect, blood curse, it is simply the stuff of our Poisons, he cursed me, isn't this just showing off in front of an expert!"
The old man was probably completely enraged by Qin Lang, he used a small knife to cut his old face, blood immediately flowed down, this old man muttered some words, it seemed like he had really started to curse Qin Lang.
"Let him continue to curse."
Qin Lang stopped Lai Dongchen from making a move on this old man, because he wanted to see what the Blood Curse Sect was all about. If he wanted to fully understand the situation, he needed to see what the Blood Curse Sect's Blood Curse was.
Although Qin Lang disapproved of the Blood Curse Sect, he did not dare to completely look down on them, because Marquis Wuming was inflicted with a Blood Curse, and in the end, his martial arts were almost crippled, and he died.
This old man was completely in the zone, not only did his voice become very frightening, his gaze and expression also became very terrifying, he looked like a savage shaman.
Unfortunately, it was a pity that Qin Lang was unmoved by his vicious blood curse and did not react at all.
After waiting for this old man to finish chanting the entire incantation, Qin Lang asked in disappointment, "Old man, are you sure you did not chant the wrong incantation?"
Puff!
The old man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. It was not because he was angered by Qin Lang, but because of the backlash from the blood curse. With Qin Lang's Non-Phase Poison Body, whether it was a Gu or Nether Poison, it was useless against Qin Lang. Moreover, this person's cursing ability was clearly far inferior to the person who had cursed Marquis Wuming. Therefore, when he encountered Qin Lang, this old man could only end in tragedy.
"Old man, don't think that your Bird Blood Curse Sect is powerful. I'll let you know what a real Blood Curse is right now!" Qin Lang stretched out his palm and pressed it towards the old man's chest.
Peng!
Qin Lang's palm wasn't very powerful, but after the old man was hit, it was as if he had seen a ghost. He frantically tore open the clothes in front of his chest, and suddenly, a black palm print appeared on his chest. With the palm print as the center, one could vaguely see black gas beginning to spread in all directions.
When everyone saw this black palm print, they could feel a decaying aura. It was as if a thousand-year-old zombie had pressed down on the old man's chest.
Decaying Nether Poison!
The decaying aura began to spread.
It slowly devoured the old man's vitality and strength until the last bit of vitality was squeezed out of the old man. The Decaying Nether Poison would decay his body along with his bones!
"How is this possible … How can you control the aura of Hell! You, you must be a devil! "When the old man looked at Qin Lang again, there was no arrogance in his eyes, only deep fear.
Extreme fear!
As a member of the Blood Curse Sect, this old man naturally knew what this aura was. The most powerful blood curse of the Blood Curse Sect was to trigger the decaying aura from Hell, and to trigger this aura, one needed to pay the price of blood essence and even life. But this kid in front of him could casually release the decaying aura of Hell, and the aura released was stronger than anyone in the Blood Curse Sect. This was completely unreasonable, unless this kid was a devil from Hell!
"That's right, old man, I am a devil! Hehe … "
Qin Lang laughed loudly. When he laughed, a scarlet flame like a blood-colored lotus emerged from his body. This flame carried an even more violent and terrifying aura.
"This is … the aura of Hellfire … God, you really are a devil! Devil! "
The old man had completely collapsed, his whole body paralyzed on the ground, his mouth constantly muttering the word "devil".
Lai Dongchen also had a look of horror on his face.
As for the rest of the people, whether it was the Le Family or the other party, they were all shocked by the terrifying aura on Qin Lang's body, and these people all crawled on the ground with fear on their faces.
Qin Lang realized that he might have been too pretentious. After all, his current identity was not the Sect Master of the Poisons Sect, so he hurriedly put away the flames of Red Lotus Industries and said to Lai Dongchen, "We have given them enough lessons. Let's go, we still have official business to attend to."
Lai Dongchen nodded mechanically. There was no need to kill the remaining enemies, because he knew that Qin Lang had completely shocked these people. The title of devil in the Yue Kingdom was not something that could be casually said, because there were many religious people here. This kind of spiritual and spiritual deterrence was far stronger than the deterrence of bullets and killing people.
The rest of the voyage was calm, and the ship directly sailed into the Poison Dragon Peninsula.
The current Poison Dragon Peninsula was completely different from what Qin Lang had seen in the past. The entire island was surrounded by a wall that was more than ten meters tall, and there were also several meters of high-voltage electric wire netting above the wall. There were also many cameras monitoring the movements around the island without any blind spots.
Other than the high wall and electric wire netting, the first thing that Qin Lang saw was another watchtower. But it was a black watchtower. It gave people a solemn and deathly feeling.
Of course, this was not a land of death. This was the "Cradle of Talents" of the Poisons Sect.
After entering the gate, the appearance of the entire base began to appear in front of Qin Lang. Everything here was prepared for training, so all the buildings here were prepared for death training. There were no facilities for entertainment. However, basic accommodation, food, and medical treatment were all prepared. Apart from these, there was only the high wall of despair and the grim reaper instructor.
The elites under the Poisons Sect had the right to choose whether or not to enter this place for special training. However, once they chose to enter, they were not allowed to leave midway. There was only one kind of person who left midway, and that was the dead!
The entire Poison Dragon Peninsula was filled with an atmosphere of cruelty and despair, but at the same time, there was also the atmosphere of blood and fire. Although this place was filled with cruelty and despair, as long as one could pass the training, they would be able to rise from the ashes and obtain power that they had never imagined before.
Duan Changye was shocked by the training ground here, which was like a Shuraba. He asked Qin Lang in a low voice, "Mr. Yin … this is the place where your sect trains its disciples? This is really too shocking! Even with my Martial Profound Realm strength, if I participate in the training, I can't guarantee that I will be able to leave this place alive. "
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