Blue and White Society

  Chapter 414 Genocide Scissors

  Formalin came over and saw Mo Poor like this, and almost stunned him.

   But after figuring out the situation, he immediately took out eight danmu from Xudao.

   "Mo Poor continues! This is Danmu!"

  Mo Poor heard the news, took the danmu and ate it without hesitation.

  Danmu will not be afraid of fire if you eat one piece of three hundred degrees, and two are five hundred degrees. The more you eat, the lower the effect will be.

  Mo Poor ate eight in a row, which can withstand a high temperature of 1,000 degrees Celsius. His health was finally better. During the process of eating, he actually felt that six would be enough.

In fact, the real Indestructible Black Flame can burn absolutely regardless of any resistance, but this is a fake Black Flame. Regardless of whether the Heart Demon Black Flame is reproduced or not, even if it can ignore resistance, its absoluteness is lower than that of Dan. Wood.

  Luo Yan said before that although these inner demons have manifested their absolute characteristics, their absoluteness is extremely low.

   After all, it is just a case of the derivation of the doomsday equation, one of the countless derivatives derived again.

   "Forget what I owe you, and I will pay you back when I harvest!" Mo Poor's pain was swept away.

  Although the black inflammation still burned all over his body, it didn't continue to destroy it.

   Danmu improves the creature's ability to withstand high-temperature damage. As long as the temperature of the black flame does not exceed 1,000 degrees Celsius, he will not be harmed.

  Moqiong's current situation is like having eaten lightning strike wood before, and his body was randomly charged with electricity.

  Surrounded by black flames, but as if nothing happened, just like a terrifying Pyroman.

  A normal flame will go out when the fuel is used up. Under the effect of danmu, the flame cannot obtain fuel from human cells, so it should have disappeared.

  But this black flame of the demon will not, the demon continues to provide energy, as long as the demon is not dead, the black flame will not be extinguished.

  This is considered to be on the bar...

  Huo Gong and Huo Kang were deadlocked on Mo Poor's body, Mo Poor now looks like that demon, a fuzzy figure burning with black flames...

   "Fortunately, only one eye is blind..." Mo Poor slowly opened his eyes.

  His right eye was cloudy, with yellow and black edema cells crowded together.

  The left eye is better. It may be that the left eye was protected in a timely manner when the left arm was cut open for bloodletting.

  I can barely see it now, but it's also blurry.

  His body surface has been completely destroyed, the black inflammation burns too evenly, the burn area is 100%, and all the hair is gone.

  Patting his bald head, Mo Poor was also very helpless.

   Finally survived, there must be a way to solve this situation now, let's ignore it.

  He glanced at Formalin and said, "Are you the only support?"

  Formalin said: "This is not the only place that is in danger, I am so busy."

   "Mo Poor, stop Taotie! Leave the rest to me." Formalin shouted.

"clear!"

  Mo Poor saw that Taotie had been chopped into pieces by himself, and was still rushing towards Luoyi, so he pushed him away immediately.

   Taotie is also burning with black flames now, it is simply a ghost, who dares to stop other people except formalin.

  Formalin is a member of the Gamma Society, and there can't be too many danmu, so no one can get black inflammation, so let's take another six danmu immediately to save lives.

  Mo Poor crazily chopped up the gluttonous food, speeding up its burning speed, and looked at the other side, where formalin was dealing with the blood-stained medal and the triangle head.

  These two are ordinary heart demons, Formalin dodges the triangle iron head like a leisurely stroll and slashes fiercely, with one hand, holding it in the void.

  The air around the triangle iron head freezes and compresses centripetally.

  Mo Poor was amazed, this air wall is so strong.

  I saw that the strong muscles of the triangle iron head were bleeding out, and the bones pierced the muscles and protruded, as if they were about to be squeezed to death by a high-pressure pump.

  Formalin, how many sweets have you eaten! This was the person with the strongest sweetness field that Mo Poor had ever seen.

   But this trick of air compression seems to require a lot of concentration.

  When Formalin was dealing with the triangle iron head, suddenly a pair of scissors came from behind him, piercing through countless small buildings.

   Ignored the peripheral personnel and rushed straight to Formalin.

  Mo Poor was startled, he knew it was Formalin's inner demon, good guy, the reinforcements even brought an inner demon.

   "Be careful!" Mo Poor reminded.

  The little scissors flew to the back of formalin's head, clicked, and cut lightly.

  Formalin didn't turn his head back, nor did he hide.

  Because before that, the coral snake on his neck suddenly protruded a sharp short thorn from its mouth, and ruthlessly pierced the back of Formalin's neck.

  By the time the Heart Demon scissors flew over, several chocolates, sweet cakes, and beef jerky had already exploded from Formalin's body.

  Formalin skillfully manipulated the air wall to hold the food, while squeezing the triangle head, while ignoring the demons behind him, eating snacks.

   After cutting with the scissors, nothing happened, not even a single hair in the formalin.

  He is now in an immortal state for ten seconds. As long as he eats all the food that bursts out, the previous fatal injuries will also be exempted.

   As his inner demon, the scissors must have absolute characteristics, but the rattling at the back of his head did not interfere with Formalin at all.

  You kill and you kill, I eat my snacks.

   "Don't worry about me, Mo Poor, when I encounter a fatal crisis, Little A will kill me first." Formalin laughed.

  Mo Poor sighed, he had seen such a routine long ago.

  Two evils invade the lesser, the snake will 'kill' the formalin first when it encounters danger, so that it only needs to eat a small amount of food.

  One person and one snake, the cooperation is perfect, as long as the snake reacts, the formalin will not die.

   Killing people kills snakes first, but demons obviously don’t understand this truth, and demons who are not yet free will not attack targets other than formalin.

   "Squeak!"

  In just 20 seconds, the triangle iron head was squeezed into a **** paste by the formalin.

  If it were an ordinary person, it would probably turn into a meat paste in a few seconds.

  The triangle iron head, which had become meaty, was thrown in by formalin with a high-explosive grenade. There was a muffled bang, and a scarlet implosion was formed in the air 'pressure chamber' that was squeezed into a ball.

   The power of the grenade was increased several times because it was squeezed into a small space, and it completely blasted the triangle iron head into coke.

  As soon as the formalin was loosened, black charcoal residues fell finely in mid-air, and the triangle iron head perished.

   After finishing the triangle iron head, he turned to hold the blood-stained medal that was chasing and killing the peripheral personnel.

   This blood-stained medal is an Alpha medal. Looking at the medal, the peripheral personnel cried loudly and almost collapsed.

  Behind everyone's inner demons is a story. Members can face it calmly, but outsiders may not.

  The peripheral personnel who were hunted down by the medal did not resist at all, and the whole person was immersed in painful memories.

  If it wasn't for the help of Wei Lan before, and the people brought by Mo Qiong to help him hold back the demon, this brother would have allowed himself to be killed by the demon.

   "Your state is not suitable for fighting anymore, brother, if you have a problem with your mentality, go back to the safe house." Formalin asked while throwing a grenade into the air ball and imploding the medal.

   "I'm sorry, I'm too cowardly..." the peripheral staff howled in shame.

  Formalin said with a smile: "Being a member of the armed squad will not be cowardly. Is this medal for the brother who brought you into the club?"

  Although the armed squad is a peripheral organization, it has to face various crises. It can be said that it does not have the strength of the members, but it does the same work as the members.

  How can a person who is willing to fight side by side with the members as a peripheral body be cowardly.

The peripheral staff sobbed: "He grew up with me, entered the club together, and trained together. He became a member of the club, and I joined the peripheral. I worked in the peripheral for six years, but he never refused to help me in my recommendation letter." Sign on."

   "I faced the same danger as him, but the treatment was very different. He could get a medal, but I couldn't get that medal anyway. I used to resent him for this..."

  "I think he is very cowardly. He is always scruples about this and that. He always guesses about some unreal possibilities. He dare not take the contained objects right there. He dares to take them only after he observes them with certainty."

   "It was only after he sacrificed me that I realized that in the face of real death, the peripheral personnel can retreat, but the members cannot. The members guard the last line, there is no way out,"

   "It's me who is really cowardly. I poke the basket like a reckless man, and I can turn around and run away. But he has to rush up and face the thing that ran away before he figured out its characteristics!"

   "He is not cowardly, his prudence just wants to live... I killed him."

  Formalin destroyed the demon of the medal, turned around and said, "You didn't kill him, can you figure it out?"

  The peripheral personnel were silent.

  Formalin shrugged and said, "Go back to the safe house if you can't figure it out. Hehe, I can't figure it out either, even though I've told myself countless times that I didn't kill my family. But my demon is still the scissors."

   "This pair of scissors..." the peripheral staff asked.

Formalin wrapped the fake Luo Yi with an air balloon again, and said with a smile: "Its prototype is the scissors that wiped out my whole family. If I cut it off, it will hurt ten thousand of my father's, mother's, and wife's families." Three people were killed, being bombed halfway across the earth. It perfectly bypassed my starving ghost effect, because it just didn't kill me."

  Mo Poor was listening, and his scalp felt numb.

He said how could Formalin's inner demon be a pair of scissors? With his immortality, even if the scissors had the characteristics of absolute cutting, he would not be afraid. If he was really afraid, then he would not be able to do it now It is right to stand here alive.

  It turns out that the prototype of the scissors is a thing that does not hurt the target, but kills all relatives by shooting through the air.

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   p.s: Sorry, there is one more chapter, and it will be posted after twelve o'clock...

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